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Chapter 1 - Kids in America

Chapter One; Kids in America

   "MAXY, MAXY, Maxy."

   "What?" Max groans, sitting up on her bed and staring at the blue eyes in front of her. One is an ocean blue, while the other is an electrifying blue. She immediately recognizes each set, pushing the excited faces away from her. "Let me sleep," She mumbles, laying back down and cuddling into her white duvet. Niall is the one who initiates the jumping once he climbs on Max's queen bed. Louis joins in, jumping up and down and all around.

   "Maxy!" Niall whine, plopping down beside her. "Liam's coming back from his trip to Disneyland today!" Max raises an eyebrow. "We promised we'd be ready when he got here!" Niall exclaims, twirling a strand of Max's hair around his calloused fingers. "By the way, you have to dye your hair again, girlfriend. It looks more brown than blonde now," Niall states, dropping the strand of hair.

   "Max, you promised us we'd be able to get Oreos when Liam came! And he said he'd be here in an hour!" Louis cried, snuggling beside Max. She pushes him away, pulling the covers over her head. "Fine, we didn't wanna have to pull this card but. . ." Louis pauses, making sure Max is still awake and not sleeping under the covers. "You have your Skype chat with Zayn today in two hours."

   "What?" Max shrieks, sitting up and patting down her hair. She springs out of bed, tripping over her own feet. Max pulls open the wall closet, searching for something presentable. She pulls out some ripped shorts and a blue tank top along with some undies and a bra. She rushes into the bathroom, towel slung over her shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?" She shouts, slamming the door shut.

   "She never asked," Niall shrugs, climbing onto Louis' back. Louis makes his way into the kitchen, setting Niall down on one of the chairs. He pulls one of Max's scarves off the hook, tying it around Niall's eyes. "I can't see!" Niall cries out, reaching his hands out to feel something, anything. "Louis, what are we doing?" Niall asks, innocence dripping off his tongue. It almost makes Louis guilty, but then again, Niall did feel his shoes with Nutella last week. (What a waste, in his opinion.)

   "Niall, I made you some food earlier!" Louis exclaims, and that's enough to calm Niall down. Niall cheers, tucking his legs under the table. He clasps his hands together on the table, sitting like a good boy. Niall knows Louis only gives him food when he's been good or done a rebellious deed for him. They were like Pinky and the Brain. "Get ready for this. . ." Louis pauses, searching for a word to describe his absolutely disgusting meal. "Meal." 

   Niall opens his mouth wide, expecting something delicious and mind-blowing. The sticky substance that glues his teeth together and sticks to the roof of his mouth makes Niall want to vomit. "What the fuck is this?" He exclaims, ripping the scarf off and spitting the contents into the garbage can. "Is that. . ." Niall trails off, looking at the bowl of garbage on the table. "Snail, blue cheese, and, and, and. . ." Niall's eyes widen in horror. "Vegemite?!" He shouts. 

   "Okay, Niall," Louis started, putting his arms in front of him in defense. "Before you start freaking out, you basically asked for it! You filled my favorite pair of shoes with Nutella, you sick person!" Louis exclaims, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest. Okay, yes, maybe feeding Niall something that could kill him was worse, but Louis had thrown away his favorite shoes.