Say What Now?!

Chapter 2: The Lily Direction

Chapter 2: The Lily Direction

Yeah, we'll be doing what we do, just pretending that we're cool

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Lily Meyers could best be described as a sixteen years old with the mental age of a five year old. Intelligence was a word she didn't understand - and couldn't spell - and she took delight in the most trivial of things, including drawing small little dicks wherever she could. Sarcasm was beyond her and though thoroughly stupid and idiotic, she was harmless.

Or at least I thought so till One Direction came in to the story.

In Lily's dreams, she was married to Louis, having an affair with Harry, best friends with Zayn, sister to Niall, and cousin to Liam. They all lived in a mansion in the middle of New York and spent their days swimming in their heated pool, singing songs, and eating cake.

In Lily's reality, she was a girl failing school, trying desperatley for a relationship with some school hottie, and stalking an innocent boy band called One Direction. Whilst drawing small little dicks in peoples' books. Lily was also a city girl. She had never been to the countryside and when she was twelve, she called a sheep a pig. And she wasn't joking either.

Lily defended the boy band One Direction with every fibre in her body, knew all of their lyrics off by heart, and was able to list just about every aspect of their lives. The ambition of her life was to see them in concert, an ambition which would soon be fulfilled.

"Aren't you excited?"

I stared at her.

"I don't know what to expect. On one hand, judging by your craze and love over them, they must be good. On the other hand, judging by your state of mind and tastes, they may be rubbish."

She gasped.

"Noooo! They're amazing! Like the best boy band ever! You will love them, I promise."

I frowned.

Here I was, sat by her of all people, at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere, waiting to go to a concert in the middle of nowhere. Lily had gone all out with the One Direction fan gear and was proudly sporting t-shirt, hat, and paint (1 on one cheek and D on the other). Though amusing, I also found it mildly disturbing, observing how much makeup she was wearing. God, she looked like some trashy whore. The t-shirt, at least two sizes too small, showed more than enough cleavage, and her shorts (short shorts of course) barely covered her flabby ass. I was beyond being repulsed.

"When is this bus getting here?" She whined.

I shrugged, peering at my own reflection in the mirror she was using to re-apply her makeup. Plain white t-shirt, decent shorts, hair down and tangled, red lippy. And of course, my aviators, scratched and faded, but perfect nonetheless. My idea of good.

"Do you want some?" She asked innocently, gesturing towards her makeup bag.

"Uhh... no."

"Alright then!"

She slapped on another coat of bright pink lip gloss and smacked her lips together, duck pouting. She then squealed.

"I'm soooo excited!"

"Mmm Hmm."

I popped a mint chewing gum into my mouth, and after some consideration, I offered one to Lily who refused - she only takes sugar free. I chewed slowly, leaning against the pole of the bus stop idly.

"What time is the concert?"

"It starts at six!"

"What? Six? It's only eleven in the morning! Why do we have to go now?"

"In case transport failed, silly!" She laughed, waggling a finger at me.

I stared at her in despair.

"I could have wasted my time in so many other ways," I grumbled.

"What did you say, Mendy?"

"That my name is Wendy, Lily."

"Oh ok."

And so we waited, and waited, and waited.

Around midday, I asked Lily:

"When is the bus coming?"

"Oh around two-ish."

"Great, Lily, just great."