How it All Started (A One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 21

"Hey Brooke, so I was wondering...what's wrong sweetie?" Chris said changing her sentence when she saw the tear slowly trailing down my face.

I wiped it away with my index finger and cleared my throat.

"Nothing, I just...I'm so used to being with Niall everyday...and it feels like if I don't see him he'll forget about me," I confess then add after a small laugh, "wow I never thought that I could be this clingy. I'm starting to annoy myself."

Chris didn't laugh at my attempted joke. Instead she pulled me into a hug and said, "I think we need to have some fun to take your mind off it. Chris and Brooke style."

If you haven't realized by now, Chris + me = trouble and amazing amounts of fun.

"Hell yeah," I say a smile fighting it's way into my lips.

"Excellent! You finish getting ready, I'll get the stuff," she said.

Oh Lordy, I can only imagine what the stuff is this time.

I go to my room and make sure that none of my make up is smudged before brushing my teeth and grabbing my oversized purse. I heard some strange noises I can only assume are Christine collecting the "stuff". We are gonna have so much fun.

I walk into the living room and see her clutching a bulging trash bag filled with the "stuff" and sporting her signature devious smirk. I love this girl.

We lock the door behind us and practically sprint to the car, trying to contain our excitement.

She pulls out a camera and starts recording.

"What's the camera for?" I ask.

"I wanna remember this stuff. Plus I could see us posting this onYouTube," she replies and points it towards me.

I climb in the driver's side and ask, "Where to Madame?"

"Let's go to Walmart first," she answers with a cackle.

(Sorry for American terms, I'm not sure which countries it is in but for those who don't Know it is a store that sells like everything and is kinda weird)

"What's our mission?" I ask.

"Let's see how long it take us to get kicked out, the usual," she responds.

"I'm so gonna beat your record," I say.

"Doubt it, everyone knows I'm the champion," she retorts.

"We'll see about that," I say and continue to drive while she introduces us to the camera.

I park the car into the parking lot and hop out. She rummages in the bag of stuff and drops certain items in her tote bag.

I start to walk towards the enter when she says, "Not so fast missy, get your butt back here."

I walk over to her and she points to the parking place next to us.

"Lie down," she commands. I give her a questioning look and she says, "just do it."

I lay down trying not to think about how dirty the ground is. She pulls out a piece of chalk and kneels next to me. She traces my outline before motioning that I can get up.

I turn around to look at her handiwork. It really does look like an outline a police officer would make for murder. She hands me the camera and I point it at her. I snicker when she moves four shopping carts, one to each side if the space then grabs some fake caution tape you can buy at a Halloween store and wraps it around them.

"Perfect," she says before linking arms with me as we skip to Walmart.

Once inside the store we grab another cart which she places the camera inside, positioning it so that it can see us.