"Wakey wakey!"
I felt a somewhat hair on my neck, and I immediately sat up, accompanied by an ear-splitting shriek, as I thought a cockroach had landed on me. My hands instinctively brush my neck furiously. "Getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!!!"
Someone was laughing, and from my peripheral vision, a blonde-haired (which is obviously fake) boy was rolling on the floor, clutching his tummy. "Why you!" I tackled him.
It's just my best friend, scaring the shit out of me. I shouldn't be at all surprise. Why the bastard's in my room? Well, ever since we became friends, he'd fancy waking me up by pulling out pranks and stuff. And I tell you, the kid's got so much energy he'd done plenty of them ever since I was four, without missing a day. I think it'd become his daily routine. The boy couldn't live without making me suffer.
Once again, I beat him, pinning his hands on the floor while I sat on his legs. Even if I weigh less, and three years younger than him, I always end on top of him. "Ow! Ow! J! Get off me," he shouted in his thick Irish accent.
"Sorry. No can do. You have to tell me the password first." On the other hand, I got an American accent. See, we just moved here a few years ago, and I'm still coping up with the words they use. Plus, I'm used to my native accent.
Blondie's groaning now, a sign of actual pain, but I still held on. He should know the consequences of attacking me first thing in the morning. "Ugh. Alright. I'm a doofus." He stopped squirming as I got off him.
"Eww! You ate my hair!"
He spat hair from his mouth then looked at me with his disgusted look that's more like his constipated look. "Ewwww!"
A moment of silence as we stared at each other, then we burst out laughing.
His laugh was music to my ears remembering how it sounded before. Now, he got a deep laugh, but the same nonetheless.
The swing stopped and I opened my eyes to a beautiful sunrise. The sun was peeking through pine trees, its shadow casted off on the small lake a few feet from me. I looked at the other swing next to me and sighed.
The memory was when I was seven. It's not the first time I began remembering them, but it's the earliest memory I could remember with him.
I got on my feet and walked through the moist grass to our house. It hadn't rained today, unlike these past few months, so maybe it would be a great day then. I hopped in and got ready for school.
"Jade! Hey!" I heard that familiar voice and thought of my best friend, Rosie, and, as if on cue, she had appeared from the crowd of high-schoolers, arms stretched as she's rapidly advancing towards me. I braced myself for a tight hug.
"Hey! We're so happy today, huh? No "how are you"'s and the famous "Whyyyy" greetings." I hugged her back. I immediately felt guilty with the last one 'cause last week, a horrible news (to her) broke out about her favourite band (you guess it) One Direction. They had split up, and Rosie was devastated about it. She didn't even talk to me the whole week! But I know it's nothing personal. She had dedicated her almost-whole life to this boyband, and to hear them end their carreer, well that's like saying, "No more Nutella production forever". And now she seemed excited about something that she actually shoved the jocks out of the way to tell me about it.
She pulled away but didn't let go of my shoulders. "Guess what?!" Squeal. "OMG Jade, GUESS WHAT?!" Another squeal. And clearly ignoring my last statement.
"Uhh, what?" I was right. She was excited about something. And I think I knew what it's about. I think.
She shrieked first before saying it. A usual fangirl notion. "Well, take a look at THIS!"
She stretched out her arms, and although I knew she's referring to her phone, I still said, "Wow. What lovely nail color that is." I bluffed. "Is that neon? 'Cause it sure hell is blinding," as her big thumb was all over the screen.
"What? No! Silly. This! The tweet!" And I looked at the tweet from her cellphone. I read it once, but the words were jumbled in my head. I read it again and again as my brain worked on what it said.
It read:
Niall Horan
@NiallOfficial
Heeey thinkin of goin home this weekend I miss home so much ! See ya there !
6 hr
Rosie:
Jade almost dropped my phone if I hadn't snatched it away. She was staring at it for quite sometime now. Her expression looked like she'd seen a ghost, and I thought they only do that in movies. I could see a smile forming on her lips (that's a first one), but it faded. She looked at me then, and said, "Wow." And BAM! She's back to being sarcastic! I know she's my best friend, but I clearly don't know how her brain works. I think she's a bit bipolar. Who knows? She always mask her true feelings/thoughts with sarcasm.
I just waved the change in her expression. Maybe she really had just seen a ghost, or remembered something. She never tell me about her past life, but I'm okay with that. I respect her choice. "Well, I know I'm a Louis girl, but it's still Niall freaking Horan!" We started walking now to our room.
"I know. Why the sudden change?"
"Jade, I'm a Directioner. That means I love all five of them!"
"Then why have a Louis girl, Zayn girl, Niall girl?"
"/Nile/. It's /Nile/, not /Niyal/." I rolled my eyes at her. She rolled hers as well. She's not actually a Directioner, but she's all ears when I talk about them. That's what I like about her.
But I still keep on wondering, and this is probably what most Directioners always wondered about, why she didn't have any interest in them. She did, however, showed a bit. When their Take Me Home album came out, I was surprised she got the album in her cellphone earlier than I did. She couldn't stop listening to Little Things and she somehow started fangirling with me. But it's only a matter of time when she stopped all that. I never saw the album in her cellphone again. Something must've happened, but she told me then that she stopped liking them, excluding the reason why. Typical Jade.
"It's just the same," she told me once again. I wanted to argue, but we're sitting in the classroom now and I didn't want Mr. Red (short for Mr. Reynolds) to catch up on us bickering about Niall's name (we almost do that everyday). Plus, we have a test today. I saw her pull out her Trig book, and I did the same as well.
Throughout the day, she was quiet, even as Julian, her boyfriend, sat with us at lunch. Her mind was probably at something - or someone. I thought of asking her what's wrong, but decided it's better when we're alone. But that wouldn't be possible for the next five hours.
Although we almost share the same classes (except for English. She had drama club), I still couldn't ask her. It was a relief when the bell rang, so off we go to our own houses. We separated a few blocks from our school, Julian staying by her side to walk her home. As soon as I got in my room, I dialed their number.
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So why do you think Jade acted like that? Comment your reasons, though I bet it's obvious, but do it nonetheless. :D D'ya find it boring? Wonderful? Bad? Comment that too.
I'm really excited about this 'cause this is my first 1D fanfic. I'd been thinking about it these past few months. I hope y'all like it! Comment, vote, like, share, Idk. Ahaha. It will all be appreciated anyways. :)
Off topic. The greatest news I've ever heard this week would be One Direction's next album , Step Back And Listen!!! Aaaaand, they're finally gonna have a concert here! YESS!! I'm finally gonna see them! If I have enough money. LOL
OMG! I can't stop crying! Hahaha.
