Nacho Average One Direction Story

Things Happen

SATURDAY

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I felt Theo start to paw at my face. Cats these days... I gently picked him up and snuggled him to my face. This annnoyed him. But he puts up with it for two reasons. One: he acts like a dog sometimes and lets you cuddle with him. Something normal, less cool cats wouldn't let you do. Two: I'm the one who feeds him. And you don't bite the hand that feeds you. He has watched Madagascar with me many a time. Kudos to those of you who understand that movie refrence. And three: because he is awesome. And I know I said two things but I don't believe cats can count, so I added an extra. Sue me. Actually, please don't. I'm so broke I can't even pay attention. Ba dum bum tssss.

I rolled out of bed and pulled on some sweatpants. They were black and said "Wisconsin Badgers" down the side of one leg in red. The Wisconsin Badgers was the name of our college football team. American football. Not soccer. Why they picked the Badger to be their mascot, I have no idea. I guess it's because Honey Badger don't care. And I also pulled on a t-shirt from a basketball tournament I was in in highschool. I was light blue with purple letters. I was going for the whole scrubbing look today, I guess. I talked to Theo as I got dressed. He was like my best friend. Never giving me sass. Harry will understand how his best friend spot got taken. He likes cats too.

I was too lazy to walk down the stairs, so I sat down onto my butt and slid down them one by one. Theo ran down the stairs and waited for me at the bottom. I landed with a thud on the wooden floor and sighed. I walked into the kitchen, Theo close behind. Remember how I said he was like a dog? Yeah, he follows me everywhere. I saw Ben leaning against the counter, coffee in hand, reading the newspaper.

"Gaud mahning, brathah!" I called out to him, slapping him on the head good-naturedly... well. Mostly... He glanced up and grunted.

I rolled my eyes at him. Typical Ben. I started singing The Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash, in my best man country accent voice. It's a must to sing in that voice when you're doin' Cash. Or Josh Turner.

"Love is a burning thing, and it makes a firey ring. Bound by wild desire. I fell into the the ring of fire.

I fell into the burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire, the ring of fir-"

"Lizz! If you're going to sing, can you do it somewhere else? Please?!?" Ben shouted at me, sounding exasperated and junk.

"Ben! If... if... if you're going to live, can you do it somewhere wale please?!?" I mimicked him in the same tone. It didn't have the intended affect because at the beginning, I was still trying to think of a good comeback, causing me to sputter a bit.

Ben had the nerve to laugh. I walked around the counter to him and thwapped him on the head. He turned to my and tried to slap my arm but I blocked it. I jumped around him and slapped his butt, BUT (haha) he held me there, slapping mine repeatedly. I pinched his sides, causing him to laugh and release his hold on me. I dropped to the ground and sat on his foot, clinging to his leg like a 2 year old. Using my long arms, (my short ones were in repair at this time) I reached up and slapped his gluetus maximus as hard as I could. But unfortunately, it wasn't very hard because of the weird angle.

With all the shreiking and laughing going on I was supprised Madeline wasn't awake yet. She always was a heavy sleeper though. I was yanked out of my thoughts as Ben flailed his leg, sending me sputtering and sliding on the wood floor into the living room.

He took this oppertunity to flip me over so I was laying on my stomach. He slapped my butt really really hard and I yelped. I swatted blindly behind me, trying to hit any bodypart, really. I finally got him off of me and climbed on his back, forcing him to buckle under the pressure, falling forward onto his face. I laughed.