It all started when Bridget ran into the living room screaming at the top of her lungs. "Why the hell are you screaming Bridget?!" I groaned, looking at the clock. It said 2:46 A.M. She squealed again. "Why the fuck are you awake still dammit?!" I said, sitting up. "One. Fucking. Direction!!!!!!" She screeched. "What are you talking about?" I said, giving her my 'what the fuck are you talking about' face. To be honest I don't think she knew what she was talking about half of the time. "I fucking won 1D tickets CeeCee!!!!" She said, holding up the VIP passes. I stared at her for a moment, then I reached out and grabbed the tickets. She pouted for a second as I examined the tickets over and over. Trying to make sense of what was happening. "How the fuck did you get them...?" I asked. "Do you remember that contest on the radio last week?" She said. I nodded slowly. She smiled. "That's how!" She said and smiled brightly. "Is this a joke? Cause if it is I'm gonna kick your ass..." I said vaguely. She pulled an envelope and handed it to me. I scanned it several times then handed it back to her. "Still think that this is a joke??" She smirked. I put my hands on my hips and glared at her. She laughed and ran into her room. She then poked her head out after about 3 minutes later. "Well, don't just stand there! Start packing! We gotta meet Paul at the airport at 5!!!!!" She yelled. "5...? As in 5 in the morning??" I said, my jaw dropping. She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, 5 in the morning Cecily" she giggled.
