You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 9• Teenage Dream Part 1

Leyla's POV

I was done with my shower and went back to my room. "Shit, forgot about the cats," I muttered, opening the door wide to let them out. I shooed them one by one until my room was finally empty. No sign of any "smelly demons," so I was in the clear.

I was about to pull my top over my head when I heard screaming from downstairs. My head hit a hanger as the shirt covered my eyes. Once I was free from the closet fiasco, I ran downstairs.

"What happened? Is the world ending? Fuck no, save the food!" I yelled, but stopped when I saw the scene in front of me: everyone was fawning over the kittens.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Look, Leyla, they're so cute!" Faith cooed, petting a black cat that purred in her lap.

"Yeah, and all of you smell awful," I said, leaning against a clean spot on the wall. "Go clean yourselves. I might die from the stench. And don't forget, you guys are involved in this mess, too, so help me clean the house."

Everyone scattered, rushing to the bathrooms. I watched them, still trying to make sense of the situation. I glanced at the 30-plus kittens. "I think we should put them up for adoption," I said to myself. It was all so confusing. I don't remember drinking any liquor or doing drugs. If we had, we'd all be puking and queasy.

I hate drinking. I despise alcohol; it makes my stomach churn just smelling it on someone's breath. But we would find out soon enough. The video camera I found was our only hope. I went back to my room and pulled a large purple box of art supplies from under my bed. It was dusty, so I blew the dust away to avoid a coughing fit.

As I passed my bathroom, I heard Jaja singing "Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga, and I rolled my eyes in amusement. I carried the art supplies to the living room, where the kittens were. I grabbed a piece of poster board and started making an adoption sign. I wrote, in different colors, "PLEASE ADOPT A KITTEN. IT WOULD BE A PLEASURE IF THEY GOT A HOME BECAUSE OF YOU." I even dipped a kitten's paw in some paint to leave a paw print on the corner of the poster.

By now, my hair was dry. I divided it and pulled it to the front to cover both sides of my neck. I didn't want anyone to see the mark and tease me, especially the boys. "Well, I guess we're done," I said to a kitten covered in different-colored paints. She gave me an adorable meow, purring. I wanted to adopt her. She was so cuddly and fluffy. That's it. I'm calling her Fat Rainbow. The fat came from her body, and the rainbow from the way she looked right now.

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"Mommy, look, that one is like Garfield!" A little girl in a pink dress with blonde pigtails pulled her mother toward our yard. We had put the cats in a huge tank to keep them safe.

The mother grunted but smiled at her sweet, albeit annoying, daughter. "Hi, do you want to adopt this guy?" I asked politely, holding up an orange cat. The little girl furiously nodded and took him from me. "Just a reminder, he eats a lot." She nodded again.

"I'm gonna name him Tangerine!" she squealed. Her mother thanked us, and they left.

"That's all of them. Are you sure about Fat Rainbow, Leyla?" Michael asked. I nodded. We had just finished cleaning the house. Jovi threw all the rubber ducks in the trash, Faith mopped the floors, Jaja cleaned the walls, Calum got the silly string out, Michael coughed up more hairballs, Luke fixed the furniture, and Xiana gave us an earful, even though she was in the middle of the mess, too. I had just enjoyed my time in the bouncy house, waiting for them to finish.

I nodded again. "Of course. I've always wanted a pet. I can't be alone forever, right?" He nodded too. I put the sign away, and we all went inside. We collapsed onto the sofas, exhausted.

"Now," I announced, putting the tape from the video camera into the player. I adjusted some settings. "Let's watch what happened last night." I sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa between Calum's legs, and pressed play.

On the screen, Michael yelled, "Guys, it's Calum's treat! He should buy us some!" Everyone cheered. The song "Wild Ones" by Florida ft. Sia was playing in the background. We were everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, I almost forgot the fun part!" Faith pulled something out of her backpack: a plastic cube with blue and red colors. I immediately ran to her and dragged her to the backyard.

"Shit, it's raining, oh well," I said. The camera followed us. We took off our shoes and put them in the shed. "Guys, come help us inflate this! We can't do this alone, you know." I sassed them, and they helped us spread the large plastic. Michael was the one who inflated it.

The camera turned to the person holding it. "Hey guys, these kids are living their lives, to be honest." It was Ashton. Holy shit, he was involved too? But how?

The camera turned back to us, and we were all jumping inside the bouncy house like crazy fish caught in a net.

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Hey penguins, this is just a filler because I don't want you guys to keep waiting and all, I know how you get frustrated with it.

I'm currently busy with school now and my schedule is hectic, I'm the president of the class and got club meetings to attend to.

If you like this one, leave a vote or a comment if you did and inbox me if you wanna have little chit chat with me.

Thank you so much for reading this crap! I love you lots penguins~

-Nina.