Nacho Average One Direction Story

The White Cliffs of Dover

     Harry didn't speak as he drove so I plugged my iPod into the auxillary cord and shuffled all my songs. The first to start playing was Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.

     "Yas!" Harry cheered unexpectedly when he heard the beginning of the song. I smiled and listened to his voice as he sang along. "Am I the only one I know? Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? Shadows will scream that I'm alone, but I know we've made it this far, kid," he smiled and nudged me at this.

     "I love you," I whispered so he wouldn't hear as I laid my head back on the window and listened to him rapping now. But it wasn't really rap. It was fast talking. And that was one of many things that made me love and depend on 21 P's.

     "I am not as fine as I seem! Pardon, me for yelling I'm telling you green, gardens, are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees, freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait, something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead, and how it is a door that, holds back contents that make Pandora's box contents look non-violent! Behind my eyelids are islands of violence, my mind shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find. But I did not know it was such a violent island, full of tidal waves, suicidal-crazed lions. They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin. And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion in. I begin to assemble, what weapons I can find."

     I began to smile as he uttered my favorite phrase of all time. "Because sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind." My smiled faded. He sounded different somehow. Like he was hurting. Like he really felt the lyrics. And it worried me. But as soon as I heard it, it was gone as he was singing the rest of the song in a high pitched girl's voice.

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     "Are you kidding me?" He asked. It woke me up from the sleep I drifted into. I was confused. I looked at the dashboard clock to see an hour had passed and we were still driving. My vison became clearer as I woke up more and began listening to the song that was playing. It was a song called Old Witch by Ken Lonnquist. He is this guy that makes children's songs. My brother and I grew up to listening to his music and still knew all the words.

    "What?" I asked. My voice was raspy from being tired and not talking for a while.

     "Have you been hiding this from me all summer?" He asked, almost sounding mad. This woke me up completely.

    "What?" I asked again.

     "Thanks a lot, best friend."

     "Harry if you don't tell me what you're so mad about I'm going to jump out of this car."

     "I'm so sad you've selfishly kept this Ken Lonnquist guy from me all summer!" He cried and I groaned.

     "Seriously?" I asked.

     "First the song I Sold My Cat came on and I hadn't heard it before so I went to the artist and shuffled it. I think I'm in love."

     "You shouldn't do that while you drive."

     "Do you know all these songs?" He asked with a stupidly huge smile on his face.

     I replied by jumping into the song and singing every word. "I take that as a yes," he laughed.

     "The Rinkedinkysaurus, the smallest of them all. He was hardly bigger than a fly upon a wall, scientists will tell you dinosaurs are all extinct. But I know one they overlooked, the little Rinkedink," I sang the next song and he looked so amused it made me giggle and mess up.