Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 105: Kayla's house.

The next morning, I quickly get dressed. I pull on pink shorts, and a white and pink flowered camisole. I pull on a black long sleeved half sweater, and roll the sleeves to my elbow. I pull on my white gladiators. I lightly curl my hair, and put mascara and white eye shadow on. 

I'm ready to see Kayla. I throw extra clothes in a bag to leave in the back of my car.  

"Mom, I'm going to Kayla's!" I yell out. 

I get in the car, and zoom down the road. I pull up in front of the light blue house that I spent so much time at. Kayla's mother comes toddling out the front door. She really hasn't changed. I get out of my car and shut the door. 

"Brielle!" She shrieks as she pulls me into a hug. She was pretty much my second mother. She knew most of my secrets, understood me more then my mother did, and gave me better advice.  "I've missed you so much!" 

"I missed you too." I say as I return the hug. 

"Kayla is in her room. I assume you still know where it is. She wanted me to send you up. I have my chocolate chip cookies in the oven! They'll be done soon!"  

"Okay. Thank you!" I say. I head in the house after her mom. 

"Hey Drew! Look! Brielle's here!" She calls to Kayla's older brother. 

I had the biggest crush on him when I was 11. It wasn't good. I still get nervous around him... but I shouldn't! I have Harry now.

"Hey Pip Squeak!" He calls. Pip Squeak. That was his nickname for me. 

"Hey Drew. Haven't seen you in a while." I say to him. He and Derek use to be friends. He use to be at our house a lot, and I use to come over here. 

"Derek became kinda jerky. Mostly to you. I couldn't handle him anymore." He explains.  

"I wish I could leave my house and not go back." I mumble. I head up the stairs, and knock on Kayla's door." 

"If you're Brielle then come in. If you're Drew, you can't borrow my Wii. If you're Mom, then I don't want cookies right now." She calls from inside her room. I slowly creak open the door. Her face brightens up, she throws the magazine she was reading against the wall, and shrieks. 

"I missed you!" She pulls me into a hug. 

"I missed you too!"  

We sit on her bed and catch up for almost two hours. We hadn't talked in two months. That's like 10 years to teenagers. 

We go downstairs, and she requests to play 'Just Dance 3.' I win practically every time.  

I go home that night feeling a lot better then I did in the morning.