Chapter 7

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"Who?" Evelyn and I ask.

"They---" Avril starts off.

"We are a British boy band. You may have heard of us, One Direction" the so-called boy band interrupts.

"Well you may be a boy band but etiquette was never suspended on your behalf, was it? Therefore maybe you should wait to talk until someone finishes next time."

I am not about to cut them any slack. I was always a sticker for good manners and these boys just seem to be lacking them.

"Well maybe you should think twice before correcting an elder. By the way I am Louis," the tan blue-eyed one holds out his hand so I can shake it.

"Elder by how many years, three? By the way my name is I-don't-shake-hands-with-people-who-can't control-their-mouths. Understand me?" I retort, spit on my hand, and hold it out.

"Nice one. Didn't expect that at all. Truce? If you want to shake on it please shake with your other hand." He still has his hand out. The other boys giggle at his surrender.

"Nah---" I start but Avril cuts me off.

"Enough, enough. Gosh, you haven't even known each other for a day and you already argue like old enemies."

"Soon to be," I inform her.

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