Half a Hero

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Alana’s POV

So it seems that Alyssa and I were right. Well, Alyssa was right, I just agreed with her.  The moment Izzy rode in on Jason’s back screaming, “Uh-huh,” I knew this would work.

Alyssa walked up to her, gave her a hi-five, yelled, “Oh yeah,” all while Izzy was still on Jason’s back. Jason made a funny face at their greeting.

I could hear Harry let out a low, “Oooooh.”

I walked up to Alyssa and Izzy and said, “Called it.”

Niall mumbled, “Oh snap.”

Then Alyssa and Niall looked at Liam and he said, “I’m so confused.” We all laughed, except for Liam, because he’s still confused.

Isabelle, our best friend, is honestly very beautiful. She was taller than Alyssa and I, which wasn’t hard. Her hair was a deep red, which came down to just below her chin. It was wavy and soft. She had some curves on her, but they weren’t extreme.

Jason had blondish hair, kind of like a caramel color. He was well built with broad shoulders, and well defined muscles, that weren’t completely bulging. He was a little taller than Izzy, but you couldn’t see it because she was still on his back.

I grabbed the instruments they brought from outside the door, and put them in the music room. Everyone was interacting in the living room, and I was happy about that. At least there wouldn’t be any awkwardness in the air while we worked.

“Okay guys you remember ‘Justin Bieber’s Girlfriend’ right?” Jason and Izzy nodded.

“Why do you know that song?” Zayn asked from his spot on the couch.

“We learned it for practice a while ago, looks like it’s coming in handy now.” Izzy replied. Her voice still has a bit of a Russian accent, but it was barely noticeable.

Yes, Izzy is Russian. She was adopted when she was fourteen. She barely knew any English, but we helped her learn. Jason is her adoptive brother. That’s why they look nothing alike, but are still considered siblings. It was through Isabelle that we learned Russian, and it was through sheer passion that we learned other languages as well.

“Hey Izzy, what do you think of the curly one?” I asked her switching into Russian.

“He needs a haircut.” She replied, still in our language. Alyssa and I laughed. Jason just stood there awkwardly petting Twinkie while he waited for us to switch back to English.

“Do they do this often?” Liam asked.

“Well, if you had a language that only you and a few friends could speak, would you talk in that language just to confuse the other people in the room?” Jason countered. “Besides, Izzy likes speaking in Russian.”

“Don’t worry guys; we won’t keep you out of everything.” I assured them.

“Alana, why are you speaking like that?” Izzy asked.

“Yeah I was wondering the same thing.” Jason added.

“What are you talking about?” I asked confused. I wasn’t talking any differently, was I?

“You’re speaking in an accent now,” Izzy pointed out.

“What accent?” Then I heard it in my voice, a slight British accent. Oh, no. “How can this be happening? I haven’t had this accent in years. What’s going on?”

I started to panic. I could feel my breathing getting more erratic. I was shaking and my heartbeat was going crazy. I was hyperventilating. I was completely at mercy to my blind panic.