Befriending One Direction *ON HOLD*

Chapter 20

*Sky's POV*

"But!! But!! LEEEYUUMMM!!!!!" I yelled while being dragged away. A girl tried to pull off my jacket and I punched her in the boob. She fell over in pain clutching her left boob. "SORRY! FORCE OF HABIT!!" I said while running over to her and helping her up.

"No I'm fine. Just tell the stylists what your style is and what you like while I go get some ice..." She mumbled the last part and walked out of the dressing room.

"I'm still really sorry!" I said while watching her walk away. She just waved me off.

I looked to the other side of the door and saw Lil.

"Lil!" I whisper yelled. "Lil!" She didn't hear me so I had to go with plan B. I looked left then right then left again like I was crossing a street then ran out the room and came up behind her. I grabbed her face, covered her mouth, and dragged her away to the room, kind of like a burglar... or a murderer... or someone using another person as a human shield. I play too many video games. I pulled her into the room and closed the door.

"What's your deal???" She said while fixing her hair.

"You couldn't hear me so, ta da!" I said while doing jazz hands.

"Oh here's a wacky idea, just say my name out loud instead of whispering it." She said, dusting pixie dust off herself.

Long story I don't have time for.

We looked at each other for a second with wide smiles on our faces.

"THE WACKADOODLYISTERS!!" We yelled together.

That I do have time for. In 7th grade during gym I said we were wackadoodle sisters and Lil said wackadoodlyisters. Wacka-Doodly-Isters. Can you guess what happened? Yup, we got made fun of it but we got made fun of everything we did so, FUCK IT!

"Wow, we haven't said that in a long time." I stated.

"Too true, Twin. Anyway why'd you want me in here?" She asked, sitting on the couch.

I shooed the stylist out of the room and closed the door.

"We're pretty good at fashion. We could choose something good ourselves right? And you were a makeup artist at school for the plays so you could do my makeup." I said while grabbing clothes off a rack.

I looked down at them and noticed they were guy clothes.

"Is this the boys' dressing room??" She asked. "Hey look it's Niall's snapback!" I said and picked it up.

"How do you know it's Niall's? It could be mirrors' or daddy direction's." Lil asked.

"It's blondie's trust me." I said.

"Look I found our rack!" Lil said and scooted it closer to me.

I stripped out of my clothes, leaving my undergarments on obviously, and threw them on the couch.

"Try this on." Lil said and handed me some clothes.

"But I don't wanna try clothes on," I whined. "I wanna dance!" I said.

I took Niall's snapback and put it on and started doing the craziest moves I could think of.

Lil started laughing at the fact that I was dancing, half naked, in my boyfriend's hat. Yup, this is the life. She was squatting and covering her now tomato red face.

"I...can't...breathe..." I heard her say through wheezes.

"WHAAAAT? I CANNOT UNDERSTAND YOU, YOU AREN'T BREATHING! I CAN ONLY UNDERSTAND BREATHING PERSONS!" I yelled at her while flailing my arms like I did when Niall was cracking up. Wow I flail my arms a lot.