Let's Play A Love Game (A 1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter One (Lauren)

“What do you want to do for lunch?” I asked my best friend Amber, glancing at her from the corner of my eye as I drove down Route 30. “Well we’re already out. Let’s go to…. Friday’s,” she decided, pointing out the front windshield to the nonexistent restaurant. Friday’s was up the road about 5 minutes so I turned on the radio to pass the time. My radio deceived me as it sang the most awful song in the entire world. “Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip you’re--“ I slammed the off button dramatically before the song could continue further. Amber gaped at me quizically with a smirk, “What? You don’t like that song?” She was being sarcastic. Neither of us liked that song. Or any other song that One Direction sang. “You don’t know oh oh. You don’t know you’re beautiful. Oh oh. That’s what makes you beautiful,” I talk sang, speaking every word in an indifferent monotone. “They’re lifting the spirits of conceited girls everywhere. All the snobs of the world are saying, ‘Oh my God!!! They’re talking about me!’,” Amber declared, clasping her hands together in imitation. It was probably true. “But they are talking about us,” I insisted, my face morphing from indifferent to convincing and back in a matter of seconds. “They’re just a spin-off of Justin Bieber. Every girl had Bieber Fever. Now this new 5 British singer group comes here to spread the One Direction Infection. It’s curing Bieber Fever, but it’s just as bad.” “Yeah. Sorry, but if I don’t want a fever, I certainly don’t want an infection,” I retorted without missing a beat as I pulled my silver Ford Focus into the T.G.I. Friday’s parking lot and turned into a parking space. “I need my wallet. Front pocket of my purse,” I guided Amber, who unzipped the pocket and retrieved my wallet. I took it from her and opened the car door. Amber stepped out as well and I locked up my car.

Once inside Friday’s we took a seat at a nice 4 person table across the aisle from a line of booths. Don’t ask me why we were at a 4 person table if there were only two of us. I have absolutely no idea. Our waitress, Jenny, came and asked what we wanted to drink. The usual waitress stuff. When she left, I used the opportunity to take a look around. The restaurant was quite empty besides a couple of older people who were spread out among the mostly empty restaurant tables. I noticed that Amber and I were the only people younger than 40 in the entire restaurant (besides staff). Quickly skimming through the menu that Jenny had left for me, I decided on the salad. Jenny returned with our drinks and I took a sip of my ice water, peeping at Amber. "Are you ready to order?" Jenny inquired politely as she set Amber's Dr. Pepper in front of her. "I am. I'll have the lunch portion Caesar salad, please," I resolved with a smile, closing my menu before placing it on the end of the table in front of Jenny. "Ummm... I'll have the chicken Parmesan," Amber ordered, pointing to the picture of her meal on the menu. "Caesar salad and chicken Parmesan. I'll put that in for you," Jenny relayed back to us, scribbling it down in her order pad before turning on her heel and walking away. "A salad and water? Are you on a diet or something?" Amber asked me once Jenny was out of earshot. "I'm just getting ready for bikini season. I've been eating better and exercising to get in better shape," I replied with a shrug. "You don't need to be any skinnier! If you get any smaller you'll disappear!" Amber heatedly stressed, her hands gesturing wildly. "Thanks, but we're going to the beach for vacation. I have a bellybutton ring. That'll draw attention to my stomach. My stomach has a bulge. Bulges aren't cute. So I'm fixing it," I explained elaborately, blowing off her compliment. "Everyone's stomach has a bulge! It's natural," Amber argued insisted. "Well then I'll be the first not to have it," I stubbornly decided, crossing my arms in front of my chest as Amber gave me a disappointed glare. There was no way I was giving this up. Amber knew it, I knew it. If I want something badly enough, I usually get it. A flat stomach was something I wanted. I knew I didn't need to work on my stomach because I wasn't fat. I knew I wasn't fat, but it doesn't hurt to exercise and eat right. People who don't work on their bodies because they know they aren't fat are the ones who always end up getting fat because they do nothing to avoid it. Just my thoughts. I stared over Amber's head and watched a football game on a television above the bar in order to avoid eye contact. The football game went black and a commercial I'd never seen before materialized, sparking my attention immediately. "The new reality show 'The Love Game' is only two weeks away from airing! An unknown celebrity guest is the star of the debut episode. The celebrity guests job is to make--" "Whatcha watching?" Amber interrupted the announcer man, swivelling in her seat to see the television, obviously beyond the argument we'd had a mere moment earlier. "SHH!" I shushed her, waving my hand dismissively. "That random person may be you or someone you know! Watch 'The Love Game' premiere episode in two weeks to find out!" The commercial ended and I wanted to kill Amber. She interrupted the probably most important part of the entire commercial. I wanted to know what the objective of the show was. Now I didn't even know what he was talking about when he said 'random person' because I missed that whole bit. "What was that about?" Amber asked, focusing her attention back to me. "I have no clue. I guess some dumb new show is airing soon," I answered quickly. And that was the end of that.