~A/N: Co written by my friend Arianna~
Daniella’s P.O.V
The next day, I woke up, stepped outside and started to smoke. I had been awakened by another nightmare of my family dying. I wasn't alone for long.
"You know smoking isn't good for you health right?"
I turned around to see Louis casually leaning against the wall I had my back to. "Does it look like I give a fuck?"
"What's with the attitude?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.
I looked down. "Sorry... I didn't get the best sleep last night."
"Meeeee neither," Louis sighed.
"What kept you up?" I asked.
"Guilt," Louis replied.
"Care to elaborate?" I asked.
"I'm a bloody cheater," he grumbled.
"What'd you do? Cheat in your diet?" I asked with a snort then quickly added, "Not that you need one or anything..."
"I cheated on Eleanor," He admitted.
"I thought you guys broke up!" I exclaimed.
Louis shook his head slowly. "It was a rumor."
"Oh shit," I whispered more to myself then Louis. "Then what about Cassie!?"
"She was an accident... I just," he sighed. "couldn't help myself. And on top of that, I'm hurting 3 people!"
"Who's the third?" I asked.
"Me," Louis answered.
"Oh," I said. Then I got an awesome idea. "Hey Louis, we should do something!"
"Like what?" He asked. I just shrugged.
"Something fun," I replied.
“Like what?” Louis asked.
“You wanna get banned from walmart?” I asked.
“How?” Louis asked. I grinned evilly.
“You’ll see my british boy...”
“British boy?”
“Awe, shuddup and follow me.”
***
About an hour later, Louis was in a completely unLouislike outfit which consumed of a blonde wig with red, blue and black tips. He also wore super skinny skinny jeans with one pants leg black and the other white. He wore a Sleeping With Sirens tee shirt, black vans, and a bunch of eyeliner. I even made him wear honey brown contacts.
After his... transformation I got dressed myself. Unlike Louis, I just wore a simple black and white plaid shirt, white skinny jeans and vans. I put my hair in a messy ponytail, mostly because I haven’t touched it in days so it looked like a birds nest.
Once we were ready, we headed out.
“So how do we get kicked out of walmart?” Louis asked.
“Many ways young one. Many ways,” I replied, patting his head.
“I’m older than you,” Louis retorted.
“By a year,” I replied, crossing my arms.
“So your 19?” He asked.
“Mmmmhm,” I replied. After that we drifted into an awkward silence which is when I turned on the radio. The sound of a bass made the car vibrate and I automatically knew what song this was.
