How it All Started (A One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 32

"Brookie Wookie."

"Mmmph, go away" I groggily answer back and flip onto my stomach, burying my head into my pillow and sheets.

I feel someone poking me in the face and arm so I blindly reach my hand out to slap it away. It's too comfortable to get up plus I want to go back to my dream. I was eating chicken fingers on the Pyramids with Tyler Oakley. Nothing could be better.

My fist makes contact with something and I hear a muffled voice through my pillow.

"Goddammit Brooke, that was my face."

"Good" I mumble back before letting out a yawn.

I feel who could only be Christine climb on my bed and lay right on my back.

She put her mouth right next to my ear and yelled, "FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL BROOKIE BOO. YOU GOTTA GET UP SO I CAN TAKE YOU PICTURE!"

It startled me so I rolled off the bed and on top of Chris.

"Your squishing me," she managed to say even though I was on her face.

"Mmmph" was my answer yet again as I cuddled up next to her and attempted to go back to sleep on my surprisingly comfortable floor.

"Get your butt off of me B, I already picked out your outfit for you."

"Shhhhh," I whispered back. I put my hand on her face, first hitting her forehead, then her nose, before successfully covering her mouth with my hand.

What the hell....

"DID YOU JUST BITE ME CHRIS?"

"Yeah, you need to get your ass in the shower before you are late to your first day of college."

When I didn't respond she crawled out from under me and grabbed my ankles. She dragged me into the bathroom. As soon as my back hit the freezing tile I jumped up faster than I thought I could move.

"Cold cold cooooold," I sang.

"Just get in the shower," she said rolling her eyes as she exited my bathroom, closing the door behind her.

After I got out of the shower I put my hair in a towel while I dressed myself in the outfit Chris laid out for me. I did minimal makeup before taking my hair out of the towel and throwing it into a ponytail which a dressed up a bit by adding a French braid.

I reached for my bag that I packed last night and walked down the hallway before sliding down the railing.

I reached the kitchen and grabbed a banana and blueberry muffin. I went and sat down with Chris who was obviously not on her first cup of coffee because she was bouncing slightly in her chair and her eyes were too wide open for 7:00 in the morning.

I poured myself some orange juice from the bottle on the table and tried to eat my breakfast, but I was really nervous.

Chris took out her phone and tried to take some covert photos but she was about as secretive as an elephant trying to sneak up on someone.

As I went to be bring my plate and glass to the sink I said over my shoulder, "Your so conspicuous, Chrissy."

"That better be a compliment," she said back to me and I chuckled to myself.

I checked myself one more time in the mirror. After reapplying lip balm I headed back to the kitchen table. Christine got up and gave me a hug.

"Wish me good luck," I said as we did exaggerated rocks back and forth.

"You'll do great, girlie. Have fun," she said.

I pulled away and have her a quick peck on the cheek, making sure to make a very exaggerated kissing sound, then picked up my discarded bag and headed for the door while she wiped at her cheek.