Let's just go... (One Direction)

Act of Persuasion

I just love Boston. Molly and I are sitting waiting for our drinks at Tavern on the Green. One of our favorite bars. I’ve known her for four years. We were lucky to be roommates freshmen year at BU. She’s from New York while I’m 20 miles away from campus, but I still dormed. She’s my best friend, we’re so different yet exactly the same. She was a health science major while I decided to go the suicidal route with biochemistry. While waiting for our drinks, I can’t help but notice all the attention Molls gets. It’s the norm and I laugh every time we’re out in public. She is absolutely gorgeous and I’m not just saying that because she’s my best friend. She just is. She’s tall, slim, bluest eye I’ve ever seen with long sandy hair. She may look like a Barbie, but believe me she’s the farthest from it. She can probably out eat and drink the guy sitting near us. She can’t stand stuck up princesses and that helped us mesh so well. “Look Silvie at the guys over there! Oh! He has a friend! Come on! Lets go say hi! They keep staring!” Typical Molly, constantly bouncing around. I’m not gorgeous like her, but I know I do all right. I look Hawaiian with my coloring and complexion (doesn't help that I'm a mutt). However I’m 5’8” with long legs that makes shopping for fitted pants miserable!

“Ugh, not feeling like sitting here watching that guy drool over you while you get bored of him…” I tell her with my trademark smirk.

“Oh! Shush! I do NOT do that… or well maybe I do! Whatever! Maybe if you wore all the makeup I bought you, they’d be drooling over you,” she exclaims with a wink.

“I was tired! I interned all day remember? While you got to go shopping for that summer ball at the end of this month! Which… I still have to find a dress… ugh,” I respond with a scowl.

“I may or may not have bought you a dress today… don’t look at me like that! It’ll look phenomenal on you! But it’s a surprise,” she practically sings the last sentence.

“Oh speaking of surprises… since you always drag me to all these fundraisers and parties that your parents are constantly hosting, I need a favor. And you CANNOT turn me down! I have had to wear so many corsets for you these past four years! I mean I’ve had to have gone to at least six! Or maybe sev-,” I exclaim.

“Yes, I know. I drag you kicking and screaming to these gorgeous events where we get to dress like princesses for the night and pull pranks on all the guests while they never suspect us in the slightest. Oh can it Silvie, you know you secretly love it!” she interupts me.

“Haha, when you put it that way… Anyways next Friday you and I have a date! But before you jump up and down! It’s with Sammy and Kristen… and we’re going to Gillette,” I state before she can scream.

“Gillette? The patriots aren’t playing… It’s June,” she says with a confused face.

“Yes,  I know this. It’s for a concert…” I retort.

“Oh who?! Your boyfriend Toby Keith coming? Wait! Twenty One Pilots? They’re coming soon!” she exclaims.

“Nope, one direction,” I mumble.

“Excuse me? Who? You and your mumbling!”

“ONE DIRECTION!”

“Hahaha you’re joking, who’s playing?”

“No seriously, we’re going with them next Friday. The show starts at 6. They’re front row seats. And before you ask, no my parents did not buy them for us. She won them in a raffle. She’s so excited and you know I can never say no. So we’re going!” I say with a smile on my face since I know she can never say no to Sammy. She only has a brother a couple years younger than us that drives her insane, so she counts her as a ‘little, yet big sister’.