Kiss Me Again (A 1D Fan Fiction) [EDITING]

We Intertwined

I had been up for a while, listening to my sister breathe and twirling with her soft, orange hair. Last night had been rough, so I dismissed the thought of trying to force her to go to school.

And then she smacked me in the face.

"Ow! Robin!" I screamed at her.

"What?" she mumbled still asleep.

"You just-" I started to yell at her again but thought better of it. "Nevermind."

I thought of her slap as a wake up call to go make breakfast.

I called into school and work, to tell them neither Robin or I would be present and then I made pancakes.

I heard fumbling around in the living room and Robin cursing. She ran into the kitchen.

"Roxy! Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I called in for you. Pancakes?" I suggested, handing her a plate of her favorite pancakes; chocolate chip with peanut butter and maple syrup. She smiled at me and took the plate.

We both sat at the table, eating our breakfast. " So... Watcha wanna do today?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "We could go to the theater at the mall and watch a cheesy horror movie. And just hang out at the mall for a while. Like old times."

I smiled at my little sister and ruffled her hair. "Like old times."

My sister and I had never been ones to take a long time to get ready. 30 minutes tops was all it took, so 45 minutes later we were out the door, and getting into my orange, 1967 Chevrolet Camaro. It was old and worn down, but it was the only thing I inherited from my dad.

Robin plugged her IPod into the stereo and changed the song to something I didn't recognize. The music was terrible.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"One Direction." She answered, a wide smile on her face.

"Aw that shitty band? Robin you're better than this."

She held a finger up to me. "Just listen to the chorus."

I listened intently. "Nope. Still shitty." The chorus ended and she swooned.

"Oh Harry Edward Styles, your voice is orgasmic." she said, her hand on her heart.

I smirked at her, but turned the music off nonetheless.

"Hey."

"Hi." Smile.

Glare.

"Either turn the radio off or put on something decent."

She sighed and changed the song again to We Intertwined by The Hush Sound. Robin and I jammed out until we got the mall.

My sister had a good taste in music. It's the only thing we have in common. I was proud of her for it. But this One Direction crap was stupid.

"So Texas Chainsaw Massacre is playing along with Saw IV and Resident Evil."

"I don't know. Resident Evil isn't that good."

Gasp. "You lie. That's a classic."

"It's not classic if it's not old."

"Fine let's just watch Texas Chainsas Massacre."

We purchased our tickets, got popcorn with extra butter, Cokd with no ice, and went into the theater.

Usually our movie experiences go like this (in no particular order):