When Life Happens

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

*Beth's POV*

I sit upright in my bed, pillow sagging to the floor. My hair feels askew but you never really know how bad it is until you look into a mirror. I'm breathing heavily, credits to my intense dream. 

The normally magical beats of White Teeth Teens are like sirens blaring in my ears. I reach over and disable my alarm. And then I almost scream out loud when I remember that TODAY IS THURSDAY!

This sudden realization causes me to leap out of my bed, and I jump up and down for a few moments before I collapse back onto my bed to let my breathing come back to a healthy, steady pace. 

Reaching over, I grab my phone and give Hannah a ring. She answers immediately.

"OMFWG ARE YOU SOBBING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I TOTALLY AM LIKE I CANNOT STOP SHAKING!"

"UMM OF COURSE I'M SOBBING THAT'S NOT EVEN A QUESTION LIKE ERMYGOODNESS YES NO SCHOOL THE BOYS IT'S HAPPENING HANNAH I CANNOT BREATHE!"

"GAHH OKAY OKAY I'M JUST LEAVING MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW GAHH.  WAIT, I can still get ready there right?"

I laugh at her sudden seriousness. "Of course you can, I'll have Jonah unlock the door."

She hangs up first and I'm left sitting criss-cross applesauce, yeah, I still say that, on my floor.

**xx**

I don't look up as the door knob turns. I know it's Hannah who walks in.

"Do you want me to attempt to curl your hair?"

"Umm, well, yeah if you can. I'm pretty sure it's not going to work. It never does."

I scoff at her and, with a smirk, I say "Prepare for the grand hair stylings of the extaordinary Beth Carter."

**xx**

It's 9:06, about three hours since we've started getting ready for this afternoon's events. I missed first period, but I'm sure Mr. Booney won't mind too much. Hannah and I are dressed, both of our outfits are super cute... I hope. I tried to create this outfit I saw on my pinterest, with an added touch of my personal style. Gosh I am sooooooo nervous. With one last glance at my mirror and a few spritzes of Our Moment, we walk out of my bedroom door with smiles on our faces and thunder drumming in our hearts.

**x**

"JOOOOOOOONNNNAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream out from the drivers seat of my old Ford truck.

Within moments, Jonah struts out of the house and I have Hannah put something on the radio. We disagree on the appropriate CD for this occasion but we settle on this mixed one I made with both Grouplove and Mumford & Sons by the time Jonah reaches the door.

He swings my door open and slides in coolly, making me move over. "Remind me why I'm coming again."

With a sigh I say, "You and the ever charming Samantha broke up- AGAIN- last night and I, very stupidly, mentioned the crowds of single teenage girls that would be there today."

"Oh right. The ladies."

I glance at Hannah and we both roll our eyes. 

"How are you even our same species?"

**xx**

Maybe forty minutes of singing, crying, reapplying the minuscule amount of makeup I hesitantly agreed to wear, and singing some more, and we were driving into a lot with few cars. There was one vehicle that I recognized instantly though, and I knew the moment my eyes scanned the front bumper that this bus belonged to One Direction.

Leaning over, I nudge Hannah's shoulder and tap her leg repeatedly, "do you see what i see??" 

I say It like it's a whisper. Like if I acknowledge this moment, the bus will suddenly disappear. And Hannah feels it too, because she says, 

"uhrghm, i see it. i. see. it. omg."

And without hesitation, we get out of the car and, linking arms, make our way over to the bus. 

"So, are you guys just gona, uh, knock? Or?"

I don't even respond to Jonah. It's like I'm physically incapable. But then I remember my plans, and I look to Hannah.

"Do you know what you're going to say?"

She breathes in slow, "Yeah, I do."

And, without another word, I knock my fist against the shiny surface of the bus' door.