Faking It

Chapter 2: Morning Tea and Day Dreams

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Chapter 2

“AND YOU SAID YES!?!” Faith yells as we lay there on the couch and I had just finished telling her what happened.

I flip through the channels and respond, “Well, yeah. I just said that didn’t I?”

She punches my shoulder a little too hard and I almost fall of the couch. I stable myself and glare at her as she giggles like 5 year old little girl.

She composes herself and says, “In all seriousness… does he know what happened in America?”

I get up and walk to my room and say flatly before shutting my door, “No. And he never will”

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*Knock* *knock* *knock*

I groggily get out of bed, open my door, walk through the hall, into the living room and answer the front door to see a cheerful Liam and Niall standing there.

“Geez, you look like shit.” Niall says.

Liam gives him a look that shuts him up and he turns to me and says, “Did we wake you?”

“Yeah, you did.” I snap at Liam.

Liam pulls me into a hug and says, “There’s that sweet, loving Hope I know.”

I push him off me and step to the side to let them in.

“Tea with milk and three sugars right?” Liam says walking to the kitchen.

I nod and sit on the couch with Niall.

“How’d you sleep?” Niall asks poking my stomach playfully.

I rest my head on his shoulder and say, “Great until you guys decided to come here so early,”

I hear the tea start and Niall says, “It’s 12:30 in the afternoon.”

I nod, “Precisely.”

Niall laughs and puts his arm around me as I bury my face into his chest. I feel the couch sink down beside me and I see Liam holding my tea. I take the warm tea in my hand with a smile. I take a sip and I begin to wake up, “So what’s the plan?”

Niall speaks first, “Well, we came to help you pack so you could move in an-“

I choke on my tea and lurch up spilling the hot liquid on my shorts. I hiss in pain and stand up to face them, “No one ever said anything about moving in.”

Niall looks at Liam.

I look at Liam.

Liam looks at possible escape routes.

“Liam, care to explain?” I say glaring at him.

“Well… you’re moving in.” Liam says.

I walk to the kitchen and dry off my shorts. I trill my nails on the kitchen counter and think for a minute, “Fine, but with two requests.” I say with a devious smile.

“What…”Liam and Niall say at once.

“The freezer will always be stocked with dreamsicles while I stay with you.” I look at them for confirmation. They nod so I continue, “You have to tell Faith.”

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“OH, HELL NO!” I hear Faith yell from her room as I sit on the couch sipping my tea with a smirk.

“Faith just hear us ou-“ *SMASH!!!* “OWWW!!!” An Irish voice screams.

“You can stay with us too!!!” Liam yells.

All the noise stops.

Faith skips out of her room with a smile, “Yeah, sure, okay.”

She sits on the couch next to me and I hold up my hand which she high-fives. I finish my tea and get dressed. “Niall help me pack! Liam you help Faith!”

“Okay!” two voices respond.

Niall bounds into my room with a smile, “How can I help?”

“Niall, go get my tampons.” I say blankly folding my shirts.

His face turns red and he stutters, “I- I- um, uh- I um- Wait what?!”

I burst out laugh unable to control it any longer. I look up to see Niall standing there with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow, “That’s not funny.”

“It kinda was.” I say with a smile.

He pouts like a child and turns away from me. I lean forward and kiss his cheek, “Aw, Nialler, you know I love you.”

He blushes and mumbles, “I know.”

We finished packing and were watching TV waiting for Liam and Faith to finish packing.

Niall breaks the silence, “So, who do you think is hotter: Damon or Stefan?”

I take a bite of a chip, “Damon, hands down.”

“Really? Why?” Niall says taking a chip from the bag also.

“JUST LOOK AT HIM! With his perfect eyes, his perfect hair, his perfect body-“

“Ew, gross stop talking.” Niall says scrunching up his nose.

“His perfect smile, his perfect-“

Niall shoves a hand full of chips in my mouth but I still continue spitting chips everywhere, “Hit erect ips, it erect edictive ooks-“

“I GET IT HES CUTE!” Niall yells covering his ears.

I swallow my chips, “NOOOO!!! Justin Bieber is cute. That-“ I say pointing at the screen, “Now that is sexy.” I throw myself into Niall’s lap, “I’M GOING TO DIE ALONE WITH 72 CATS!”

Niall gives me a fake sympathetic look, “Awww… at least you have cats.”

“Hey!” I yell and elbow him in the stomach sitting back up.

Extreme Makeover: Home Edition comes on and Niall says, “What would your dream house be like?”

I sigh, “Well, I’d want a big white house with a big yard in a cul-de-sac.  It would have a bright red door with a screen. There would be windows all around the house with black shutters. There would be a big porch going around the whole house. On the porch there would be black rocking chairs with red and whit polka-dot pillows and there would be a white porch swing that faces the sunset. In the yard there would be a massive weeping willow tree that the branches would sway in the breeze. There would also be a playground in the backyard for my kids to play in.” I finish and look up at Niall who is looking at me in surprise. I blush and look away, “Sorry, I just kept going on.”

“No, its fine. How did you think of that all?” He says looking at me.

I shrug, “I have a lot of free time, I guess.” I go back to watching the TV without another word.

A few minutes later a happy Faith and a tired Liam come out, “You guys ready?”

Niall and I nod.

“Let’s go.”