After much torment and begging from my friends, I decided to rewrite this story and add more to it. Please help me.
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Carri's POV
"Stop it, Manny!" I said giggling. My best friend, Manny, was tickling me.
"Admit it then!" He snarks while tickling me all over.
"Admit w-what??" I snorted loudly.
"You have a crush on me!" He says in a sing song tone. Even when he wasn't trying, he had a beautiful singing voice.
"No! I don't!" I snort and squirm out of his arms. I start running around the room, but was stopped when the door opened and slammed into me.
I fall to the floor, holding my head and trying to hold back tears. I covered it up with pain laughter. Manny tries to hold back laughter. He ends up falling to the floor besides me, crying from laughing too hard. I start rubbing my eyes and laugh genuinely. I roll over and look him in the eyes and giggle.
"Alright kids," a familiar voice says. It was Ms. Keke. Keke was an advisor at the orphanage, she stays on top of the chore assignment, making sure everyone gets to bed and wakes up at the correct time, and keeps things in order. Not to mention, she's a bitch who hates kids. She only works here because her ancestors founded the orphanage.
"You two are being so loud." She barks.
"You two are horrible, you never shut up. So needy, too. Who allowed you two to be in a room together?" She never called us by our actual names. Just "you two".
Manny and I got roomed together when the old girl I used to live with got adopted. Her name was Tara. She was obsessed with horses. I wasn't sad to see her go.
Manny's parents died in a car crash and his sister passed away of lung cancer three years ago. Manny was put into an orphanage, due to no family wanting to take him in, and he's only thirteen.
My room was the only one open. So, they bunked is together. It was weird living with a boy. He is always smelly and more energetic, he even has to use a different soap and deodorant than me to suppress the teen boy stench.
Him and I got together greatly. We both loved flag football and superheroes. We became close very quick. I told him everything, vice versa. Needless to say, I had the biggest crush on him.
"Carri, are you even listening?" She snaps. I push myself back into reality and shake my head and force an apology. She yells on how it was past bedtime and how I still haven't taken a shower. She uses a condescending tone to tell me she was disappointed and how I got an extra chore put onto my chore list. I nod my head. Manny and I both apologize, and then she slams the door.
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Louis' POV
A week previous
"I can't believe we just did that." Liam moans. I punch his shoulder.
"Oh come on, mate." I chuckle. We are walking out of the Grimms Orphanage.
Paul, our manager, is on the phone with our house keeper, ordering her to clean up a room for a new addition.
"We don't need to adopt a child purely for publicity." Liam scoffs.
"How did that even work?" Harry chimes in. "We are just five boys. I can't believe we got approved." He says.
"It's because we are famous," Zayn rolls his eyes with this comment "for all they know, we could be child murders, but it doesn't matter because we give them publicity." That emo motherfucker.
I look down at my shoes as we walk. I raise my head and run my hands through my hair and sigh. I look up at the sky, it's cloudy and about to storm. It resembles our mood at the moment. I feel like I'm the only one excited. Besides Niall. Niall is... Niall. There's not much to say after that.
Paul hangs up and merged into our group. We are close to our car.
"Cheer up, kiddos. We are getting a kid, regardless. We need the press to know you guys are responsible after the last stunt you all pulled."
A week ago, all, besides Liam (of course), of us got flat out drunk and ran around the town, naked... we also insulted a lot of people and resisted police arrest.
We all blush.
"We shouldn't be USING a child to clear our name. Why couldn't we just donate money to this place?" He complains.
"Liam, shut it." Our press advisor, Makayla, chimes in.
We reach the car and all pile in. We head back to our group home in silence.
