Caelie's P.O.V.
As I drove down to the not-so-near Starbucks, I turned on the radio. They were talking about how to get One Direction V.I.P. tickets to their next concert in... LONDON?! HOLD THE PHONE. HOLD. THE. PHONE. I quickly parked my beloved sky blue Punchbuggy and turned up the radio.
"..Lucky caller number 37 will win two V.I.P. One Direction tickets to their next concert in London...just dial this number: 836-194-0729 (A/N: I'm just typing random numbers. I don't even know how many digits there are for numbers from England, so I'm just doing ten). I quickly got out my phone, dialed in the number, and waited for someone to answer. When the tone stopped ringing, I heard an older woman's voice on the line. "Hello?" the lady asked.
"H-h-hi." I stuttered back.
"Congratulations, you have won two One Direction V.I.P. tickets to their concert at the London O2 Arena!" she screamed enthusiastically.
"OH MY GOD REALLY?!?! I WAS CALLER NUMBER 37??!" I screamed back, about 100 times more happier than I was a couple of minutes ago.
"Yes! Now all we will need is your basic information and address." I told her my address, then said-rather, screamed- thank you to the woman on the phone. I think I burst her eardrums. Oops.
I made my drive to Starbucks go a little bit faster, if you know what I mean, without getting a ticket. Woo.
Caelie:1
Police: 0
I walked into the Starbucks with an extra bounce in my step and ordered a nice and warm mocha. Then I spotted Aves over by a window seat, with her back facing me and the door. Wrong choice, A.
After I retrieved my drink, I snuck up to her, went right up to her ear, and slurped my drink super loud. Loud enough for her to scream and jump 10 feet into the air (exaggerating). When she visibly calmed down, she finally turned around to see who the culprit was - and saw me innocently sipping my drink. She shot me a death glare, and let me tell you - if looks could kill, I would have been six feet under the ground already.
"Not cool, Cae. Not cool." she commented in an 'I will kill you in your sleep' kind of voice. I just grinned at her, and took a long sip of my coffee before speaking.
"You know who's the best friend ever?" I questioned.
"OBVIOUSLY," she said dragging out the word, "IT. IS. MOI." she pointed to herself.
I rolled my eyes at her and told her the story of what happened in the car. The whole time, her face was the same expression - blank. She rose her eyebrow at me a number of times.
When I reached the end of my explanation, she asked me (while sighing, jeez what's up her butt), with a blank look on her face, "Caelie Selina Aldaine." Oooh, whole name basis. What am I, in trouble? "You," she continued, " are the worst liar ever. Like, EVER. Did you really think that I would believe that story? Nice try though, you must really want to impress your queen, peasant."
"HMM, let me think. YES?! AND YOU MUST REALLY WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS CONCERT, DOUGHNUT." I replied.
"PROVE IT!" Avery screamed right back, causing stares to be drawn to our table.
"WELL, HOW ABOUT I PROVE IT TO YOU WHEN WE ACTUALLY GET THE TICKETS IN THE MAIL TOMORROW?"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
"JUST FINE!" we said to end our mini-argument.
[The next day]
The doorbell rang, and since Avery was too lazy to get up from the sofa which is RIGHT NEXT TO THE DOOR, MAY I ADD, I had to get it. When I answered the door, it was the mailman."Hi, what are you doing here? Not to be rude or anything," I asked the mailman, George, confused because we usually just get the mail from the lobby.
"Oh, it's a special delivery,"he winked at me. I was confused and slightly creeped out at first, but then I winked back at him.
"Ohh, okay. Thanks, George!" I waved to him as I closed the door. "OH, AVERY!!" I screamed in her ear. She shut her eyes as if attempting to calm herself down before she rips my head off.
After a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes and calmly asked, "What is it, dear Caelie?" I could tell she was annoyed, so I just got straight to the point to make her scream instead of whisper. That is an Aves I would NOT want to see.
"Look what came in the mail.." I slowly opened the envelope for suspense, then whipped out the two V.I.P. One Direction concert tickets for their concert at the London O2 Arena, which is just a few hours away.
Her eyes darted from the tickets, to me, then the tickets, then me about five times before she looked me straight in the eyes and whispered, "Cae, if you're messing with me, I will kill you."
I, of course, got scared even though I had no reason to, but still managed to whisper back to her in a steady voice: "Avery Rosilyn Colvert, we're going to a One Direction concert."
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