Nacho Average One Direction Story

Medium Color, Cold Wash, Thirty Minute Cycle, Hang Dry, Made in the U.S.A.

Sunday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

My cat Theo woke me up again. He literally sat on my face. He can be so inconsiderate at some times. Too bad he is still cooler that 95% of the people I know. And I know a lot of people.

I walked into my closet and pulled on a pair of yellow jean high-waisted shorts and a sleeveless, button-down floral top. I grabbed black gladiator sandals and skipped down the stairs.

"Hello, friend," I said to Harry who was eating cereal at the kitchen island. I leaned heavily on him as I attempted to balance and put my shoes on at the same time.

"Greetings, earthling," he said, waving at me with his fingers formed in the spoc sign. Such a strange one, he is. I righted myself and stretched, making baby dinosaur noises like normal. "Are those high-waisted shorts?" Harry asked as he lifted my shirt a bit to look.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, swatting his hand away.

"Oh, Lizz. You have to tuck your shirt in," he laughed. I, however frowned.

"Why should I listen to you? You're wearing a groutfit," I shot at him. He looked down to study his clothes. He seemed confused. He was wearing a light grey shirt and the same color of sweatpants, even light grey socks. Harry likes socks.

"Groutfit?" He asked me, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion.

"Grey outfit," I explained as I nodded knowingly. "One time at school I was wearing grey sweatpants, a red sweatshirt, and a grey t-shirt. When I got to school I was warm, so I took off the sweatshirt and put it in my locker. I looked down at my groutfit like, 'Did I really just.' Then I got made fun of all day. 'Nice groutfit!' '50 shades of groutfit!' And a whole bunch of other stuff. Cray-cray."

"50 shades of groutfit," he laughed at me.

"Yeah. And if I keep wearing 50 shades of groutfit, I'll keep being 50 shades of forever alone," I rolled my eyes as Harry cackled.

"But you have lover boy!" He accused. I rolled my eyes again. They were like a washing machine, always going in circles. Medium color, cold wash, thirty minute cycle, hang dry, made in the U.S.A.

Did I really just make up a wash tag for my eyes.

Yes. Yes, I did. Hmm. I should seek help.

"Lizz? Lizz!" Harry waved a hand in front of my face.

"Sorry, I was thinking of a wash tag for my eyes," my mouth said. I wasn't planning on saying that out loud.

"Oh," he said like it was completely normal. "Let's see here." He studied my eyes, his gaze flickering back and forth between them. "Medium color, cold wash, thirty minute cycle, hang dry... Made in the U.S.A." I stared at him with my mouth open.

"I think we are the same person, actually." He sighed happily and smiled. "You make me feel normal."

"How do you mean?" He inquired.

"I always try to hold back my thoughts because everyone thinks they are too random and just laugh at them. It is nice to be funny sometimes, but it gets annoying to have people laughing at everything you say all the time. So I just stopped saying things like that. You make me feel normal."

"I do wonder what goes on in your head sometimes," he laughed as he mussed my hair. I grabbed a spoon and started eating some cereal out of his bowl.

"Long story." I pointed my spoon at him and spoke with my mouth full of Corn Flakes. "Wait for the movie."

"You're so pretty when you talk with your mouth open," he said in an annoying girl voice. I crinkled my nose and opened my mouth, showing the Corn Flakes.