Maybe A Little

Since Tabasco Sauce...

I don't even care If anyone reads this... They're fun to write. :3

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I sighed as I walked through the gift shop at Clarks Trading Post. What to buy.... Being the indecisive 17 year old that I am, I had already spent 20 minutes looking and still couldnt find anything. 'Oh my lord, a Vera Bradley section' I thought to myself as I walked over to the shelves filled with backpacks and purses. I browsed the section, but soon left upon realizing that i only had $20, not enough for a vera bradley bag. I walked toward the stuffed animals, where i always end up, as i hummed Another World by One Direction. it was my favorite song at the moment. If theres something you should know about me, its that i think... scratch that. I KNOW that One Direction is the best thing to happen to this world since tabasco sauce. I mean, seriously, tabasco sauce makes everything better... Except One Direction. C'mon people lets face the facts. One Direction cant get any better. its just not possible.

Anyway, as i was humming and walking i managed to bump into every person i passed. The joys of being helplessly clumsy. I shouldnt be allowed to walk in crowded places, i thought to myself, remembering the countless times i had fallen in public. i finally stumbled my way to the stuffed animals and began to look at them, trying to find one i didnt already have.

"Elizabeth, youve been browsing for over 40 minutes. Pick something, buy it and get your butt over here. Were gonna be late for Jeffs cookout!" my dad said. oh crap. jeffs cookout. right. My uncle was having the entire family and some neighbors over to make pizza on the grill(yes, pizza on the grill) and to set off some very legal fireworks. i picked up a stuffed fox, payed for it, and ran out of the store to the car where my dad, aunt, cousin, and sister were waiting. i got in the backseat, and put on my seatbelt.

"what'd you name it?" my cousin Jess asked, gesturing to the fox.

"i think ill name it Thomas." i said. Yes. Thomas. A perfect name for a fox. I laughed to myself as i remembered that the fox in The Fox and the Hound"s name was Thomas. Note- if you have not seen this movie you do not understand the meaning of childhood or friendship-

When we got home i ran straight to my room to pick out an outfit. some people might say that i make too big of a deal about it. sorry for caring about my appearence. i settled on a flowy, dark green, tank top that had never been worn, my favorite jean shorts, and a pair of new sandles. I brushed my hair, put on light makeup and went downstairs.

As we pulled up to the house, i saw a group of people walk into it. probably neighbors. i got to the kitchen and was mobbed with hugs. i was introduced to the neighbors. Tom Quinn, Sadie Quinn, and their son, James Quinn, were very well put together people. They were all primped and polished, the parents more so than James. But then again this was expected seeing as he is a teenage boy and that was explanation enough.

"hey its been a while!" i heard a familiar irish accent behind me.

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ohmylord. what happens next. i dont think you guys(if theres even anyone reading this) will see this coming. oh and like.... if there is anyone reading this... follow me on instagram- louist1d