The Actress

20 Questions

Almaro's POV:

Oh gosh not 20 questions. On the other side, I'd like to get to know this boys better. And it'll improve my acting. So it's a win-win situation.

"Okay," I shrug. "Since Skip wanted to ask me something, begins Skip."

Liam smiles. "Okay. So what happened to your face?"

Okay. Awkward question number one.

"Oh I got a few stitches, y'know. It was pretty much screwed up. So stitches happened. Hospital."

I see Louis roll his eyes dramatically. "Stop sassing Skylar. We know you got stitches. But why?"

I raise my hand teasingly, shutting him up. "Shh. Not your turn. Plus Skipper here asked what happened, and I pretty much answered that. So nobody should complain."

Louis growls and whispers something in Josh's ear. Josh in return smiles evilly. Okay. They're up to something. Don't ask Louis or that Josh guy whose name isn't Josh. And asking Devon guy would be a point for Louis since I don't know his real name.

"Niall. You are Irish."

Niall chuckles. "That wasn't a question, but yes, I am."

I nod. "That's good. How many bird poo is on the Eiffel tower?"

Niall's jaw drops and he looks at me utterly confused.

"Wait what? I'm Irish so how did we come to Eiffel tower?"

I smirk. "Swimming, duh. Canal."

Niall rolls his eyes and scratches his head. "Um....there's about 539 thousand square inch of birds poo on the Eiffel tower?" he guesses. I laugh.

"You don't have to ask. I asked you, you decide."

Niall shrugs, looking at me as if I've grown a second head. "Ah okay. You're weirder than Louis, you know?"

"HEY! That's not fair!" I hear Louis yell, nearly attacking Niall. "That's my title!"

I chuckle. "What, being weirder than Louis is your title? Congrats."

Louis sighs and glares at me. "You're so stupid."

"Thanks. It's my job."

A weird laughter fills the room and Liam nudges my shoulder playfully. "You should be proud. Now Niall will be constantly laughing at Louis and you. Seriously, he thinks everything Lou does is hilarious."

I snicker. "Obviously not. Lou's a brownie. Right Jen?"

Louis' head shots up. "What?"

"That's what I mean. No sassy comeback." I shake sadly my head. "Much to learn, Jennykid. Very much."

Louis sighs and turns to Niall, ignoring my remark.

"Niall please shut up laughing and ask a damn question before I kill that pover over there."

"Pover, dover, gummy cover," I giggle. Louis glares at me.

"Hurry Niall."

After a few minutes, Niall eventually stops laughing, wiping his tears away.

"Man, Louis! Calm down a bit! It's hilarious!"

"Yeah sure. Now ask a damn question."

Niall chuckles. "Right. Almaro, how old are you? Exact age."

"Five years." I answer without hesitation. Louis snickers.

"Oh, no months and days?"

I look him dead in the eyes, no blinking. "Actually, that would be bullshit. It's my exact birthday today."