Superman: A Liam Payne Fic

Chapter 1

Emily POV

I was in the middle of a Transformers marathon – my favorite movies, except for maybe Bambi and all the Mission Impossible and  the Jason Bourne series, Harry Potter, the Pirates of the Caribbean and every Disney movie (ok, it’s a lot of movies!).  My best friend – who knows how much I like Transformers – called me during my favorite part of the third movie where Bee has this epic jump.  I was watching it on my laptop in the school library, and it was the last day of school before our four week Christmas vacation.

“WHAT?!  Can I call you back in like 20 minutes, please?  I’m watching Transformers.” I whined.

“No way, this is so, so, so much better than Transformers.  Trust me,” she replied

“Come on!  Just twenty minutes!  Bumblebee is about to kick some serious ass!” I pleaded. 

“Nope,” she said popping the p.  “Come over, I need to show you something.”

“Bella!” I started pleading.  I heard a giggle in the background.  I guess I’m on speaker-phone.  Oops.  “Who’s there?” I asked immediately suspicious.

“You’ll find out when you get here.  Now, come on!” she said, and I could hear the faint hint of anger in her voice at the person who gave her away.

“Fine,” I gave in, “I’ll see you there in 10 minutes.  It better be as good as One Direction, cuz that’s the only thing better than Transformers.  And Bumblebee.  Ok, and Shia LaBeouf can be there, too.”

Before I hung up, I heard a voice in the background of the other line (one laughing, then another one) say “What if she knows we’re her?  I mean she did guess-” the line went dead.  I knew that voice somewhere.  I knew that I did.

I got up and changed into what extra cloths I had brought to school: my favorite low-cut, blue tank top and a pair of faded strait jeans.  After I slipped on my baby blue and dark blue designed converse, I glanced in the bathroom mirror.  My hair was a complete loss; it was in a messy bun, so I didn’t bother to fix it.  I climbed into my old, dark blue Chevy truck.  I think you can guess what my favorite color is now, right?  Yup!  It’s blue.  J  So that’s me: blue freak, book freak, and fairytale ending freak.  I love books, and I get freaked out if it’s not the perfect ending. 

And you should know that my parents and my little brother and Bella’s family are on vacation together for Christmas; they come back literally the day before we go back to school.  I’m staying with Bella until they get back (practice for college even though we’re only 16) and its 7 days to Christmas.

Me: I think it’s now time for introductions.  I’m 16½ years old, and that truck was a hand-me-down from my uncle.  I’m fair skinned, and my hair is light brown.  I have a little bit of a gut (my grandma calls it a pot belly), and that just proves that I’m defiantly not a dancer.  I can play the piano, sing, climb trees, and I’m a very good artist (at least I think so).  I know that’s all really great, and I do love it all, but my biggest downfall is being really, really, really shy.  When I meet someone new, I’m never the first one to start a conversation or even say hi.  That’s why high school isn’t really my thing.  Thank God I have Bella to help me through these four years of what seems like my living hell.  (Sorry, please excuse the language from here on out J)  I don’t talk much either, even to Bella.  I get my feelings out through writing poems or songs, playing the piano, and painting or drawing.  And don’t think I don’t cry because I do sometimes.

Bella: Bella, my best friend (she’s 16) in the world is really outgoing to the point where it was almost uncomfortable to be with her in the halls because she knew everyone, and I’m not exaggerating this at all.  Ok, maybe there was a group of kids every now and then whose names she didn’t know and then she’d make every attempt possible to get to know them.  And I mean every possible way to reach out to them you can think of, and she gets really upset when people don’t like to her.  Which is most of the b*tches that play volleyball and stuff.  (Like I said before, please excuse the foul language in this fanfic.  I apologize in advance, but the story wouldn’t be as realistic if the swears weren’t there.  You know us, right girls?)  And she’s class president for the third year in a row.  Bella has blondish brown hair, and is very pretty.  She can wear sunglasses like a model, but I have glasses, so I really envy her sometimes.  One thing you really should know is that we are total fans of One Direction.  Harry Styles is her favorite member, and mine is Liam Payne.  When I say favorite, I mean that we adore the entire band, but they just have soft spots in our hearts.  Our friend Michelle isn’t a fanatic about 1D, like we are, but her boy is Niall.

Michelle: Michelle (she’s 16) is really sweet, and she’s like a combination and Bella and me.  She’s a little shy, not very much at all actually, and very polite to adults.  When she wants to tell you something, she won’t hesitate (or think it over).  She’s very bubbly, and gets really excited over a series that she currently likes (movies or books, but mostly movies; recently it’s was twilight and the character Jasper).  She went to a different high school then Bella and me, and I really miss seeing her every day, even though I still talk to her.  The jokes aren’t the same without her though.  She’s the best jokester and comedian ever, and one of her skills is tripping over air.  No, really, I’m being completely serious. J  She has dark brown, wavy hair that reaches to just below her shoulders, and she’s 5 feet and about 11/2 which probably is an inch shorter than me.  Yeah, we’re really shortL.  So sad…

Jackie: Anyway, my other friend, Jackie (she’s 16 and ½), has long, strait, dark brown hair, and she constantly looks in the mirror.  Yeah, she’s in love with Zayn.  Her hair is always immaculate, she’s beautiful, and can wear sunglasses like a dream.  She’s social, but not like Bella where she’s in over her head.  She’s not afraid to speak her mind, and she is probably has the most “glamor girl” in her than any of us, but Bella comes in a very close second.  She’s not my best friend per say, but we’re friends.

Sam: Samantha and I have only met a few times (she’s and older girl that Bella befriended at school), but we really seem to get along.  She’s definitely the prankster of our little group and she loves stripes.  Yes, Lou.  Sam is completely in love with Lou.  Whenever you’re feeling down, if you talk to her you’ll come away smiling, guaranteed.  I know that sounds really cliché, but it’s so true.   She has long blond hair that reaches to about halfway down her back, and it’s sometimes wavy or strait.  It really depends on the day.  She’s amazing; I love hanging out with her.