JAMIE'S P.O.V
Ugh I hit my alarm clock and walk out of my room. Where in the world is Courtney? I walk to the kitchen and see her and Sara dancing to a familiar song...
"AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER WE KNEW EVERY LINE NOW I CAN'T REMEMBER"
The song has one thing right, "I can't remember," what the hell it's name is. Whatever! I look at Courtney as she dances. It's hard to believe that she is not a 10 year old girl sometimes, she sure does act like it. LOL that's why we besties. I start dying laughing. This girl will be the death of me. When she notices me she laughs too. Now I start to dance. We look like we all have ants in our pants. WHAT we are home alone can't a girl have a little fun without being judged.
"SAID HER NAME IS GEORGIA ROSE OWW AND HER DADDY WAS A DENTIST SAID I HAD A DIRTY MOUTH (I got a dirty mouth) BUT SHE KISSED ME LIKE SHE MEANT IT I SAID CAN I TAKE YOU HOME WITH ME SHE SAID NEVER IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER"
That's the name, Best Song Ever, lol DUH! After the song ended it went to a slower song, Moments, I believe. Courtney and Sara start to slow dance, while I get out a pan to make eggs. I don't know where I would be if Courtney wasn't distracting Sara. Last time I made the mistake of letting her help me. Let's just say the we are lucky that our mom came in at the time she did or else our house would have been in flames. Anyway, I'm in the middle of making these goof balls eggs while they dance like monkeys....... on drugs. After we eat it will be time to get ready for the concert yay *sarcastic*
"Breakfast," I scream. Before I can even finish my word they were sitting down eating.
"Yummy in my tummy," Courtney hollers. I just about choke on my food because I was laughing so hard.
"I'm done can I go get ready now," Sara asked.
"Bro, you haven't even touched your food yet," I answer confused. I mean I know I'm not the best cook but jeez that hurt a little.
"I know, but I'm really excited. Plus, we have to leave in like three hours I have to get ready, now!" she says excitedly. I wonder what she's up too.
"Why in the world do you need three hours to get ready?' I mean it was a legit question.
"You'll see?" she answered. Alright officially scared , but whatever she's going to wear I hope she knows that she is actually meeting them.
"Alright fine," I say and she gets up and sprinted to her room.
"Kids these days," Courtney stated as she scarfed down her food.
"Ha I can't believe that came out of your mouth," I laugh historically.
"Ugh whatever," she said in a teenage girl voice, which made us both burst out laughing.
"Wow just wow, let's go get ready," I stated when I finally found my voice again.
"Okie-dokie," she replied. We walk into my closet. What do you wear at concerts? Don't call me cra cra, but this stupid concert is my first. If I could I would just wear a pair of sweat pants and a soccer t-shirt like i wear everywhere else, but I figured that I had to dress a little bit better than that. :( I grabbed a white t-shirt that fit hugging my stomach and skinny jeans with my uggs. Courtney grabbed the same except her t-shirt was pink. Next we put make up on and did our hair. We both just put on blush with mascara. Unlike Courtney I straightened my hair, while she curled it. Aww she's so pretty. I banged on my sister's door.
"You almost done. Maybe we can go get something to eat," I know we just ate, but i'm still hungry. I'm always hungry. My sister opened her door with a smile. I literally scream at her appearance. She had a 1D t-shirt that lit up with purple pants, PURPLE. Her face was worse. She did her own make up. It looked like a box of crayons threw up on her. After I looked her down some more her smile turned to a frown.
"Jamie will you help me with my make up," she asked. I laughed she looked ridiculous.
"Girl your face isn't your only problem here," I pointed at her outfit.
"Help me,'" awe she sounded so desperate.
"Okay, first do you have a 1D shirt that I can cut," I asked.
"CUT, NO," she yelled.
"Come on it will look cool you have a million 1d shirts, please," I begged.
"Fine, here," she handed me a black one. Perfect.
"Thanks, now Courtney go fix.... that," I pointed to Sara's face.
"Alrighty," Courtney took Sara into the bathroom to clean her up. Meanwhile I went to the kitchen to grab scissors. I cut strips along both sides and tied two of them together at a time. It looked pretty cool if i don't say myself. I walked to the bathroom to see the horror rubbed of her face.
"Get a black tank top and put this over it and please put skinny jeans on, you are blinding me with those purple things," I told her as I threw her the shirt. when she was done I put make up on her. Well, not really. I pretended to. I kinda just rubbed the brush against her face.
"Do you like," I questioned as she looked in the mirror. She turned and hugged Courtney and I.
"Thank-you so much I love my make up," Courtney and I both died laughing, knowing I really didn't put any on.
"Haha alright lets go I'm hungry,' I said as we walked toward the door.
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