Story Of My Life

Chapter 22- Its Not Poop, Munchkin.

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Genevieve's POV

"How much longer?" I ask, as my body twists around to look towards the kitchen.
I have a clear view of him making something. I don't know what it is but it smells good.
"Just 2 hours and some odd minutes." He informs me.
"2 hours?! I'm slowly dying. " I state, dramatically.
Zayn comes running into the living room or whatever it's called. It's like I'm in the living room but there's no door for the kitchen. Everything's so open. It's weird.
"Who's dying?"
"I am, Bubba. I've got road trip fever." Taking a large gasps as if my air supply is running low. Clutching the place where my heart beats, falling down into the couch backwards.
"No!! Vieve!" Zayn shouts loudly as he runs over to the couch.
Turning my head I see him kneeling in front of me. His hand caresses my hair.
"Hang on for me." He says.
"I don't have how much longer, road trip fever has me." I say, gasping in between words.
"Vieve, it will get better before it gets worse."
"Bubba grant me one last wish, would ya?"
"Of course, anything." His hand grips onto mine, quite tightly actually.
"Tell Perrie that..."
"Tell her what?" He shrieks.
"Boys, breakfast!" Liam shouts.
"Tell her what?" He agains asks, ignoring Liam.
"That she's will alway be better than you." I say as my eyes close.
"As you wish...Wait what?" He shouts.
Flying my eyes open, jump up and off the couch. Loud footsteps can be heard behind me. Loud laughs come out of my mouth.
"Genie!" Zayn shouts.
"Bubba can't get me! Bubba can't get me!" I yell, running into the small kitchen.
Running in tiny circles in the small space that the kitchen allows. Zayn chasing behind me yelling "Im going to get you. Just you wait."
Obnoxious laughs is all I do in reply. Pumping my petite arms and moving my legs in large, yet dainty strides. Running out of the kitchen and done the hall that holds the beds. My body collides with some legs. Looking up, I see its Harry.
"Hey munchkin, whattcha doing?"
"Running from Bubba." I tell him.
"What did you do?"
" Oh Vieve, there you are." He says as he stands at the end of the hallway.
"Har, hid me!" I scream as laughs pile out of my mouth.
Harry picks me up and begins running to the back. Entering the back, I see Niall and Louis playing video games.
"Vieve, you can't hide from me." Zayn shouts.
"He's getting closer, Har."
"I know, babe."
"Hide me. I don't want to get tickled."
"Lads, help us." Harry tells Louis and Niall.
"Give her here and that blanket."Louis says.
Louis' hands grab me from Harry and sits me next him and Niall. Harry tosses the blanket and Louis lays it over himself and Niall.
"Lads, I called breakfast it's getting cold. " Liam yells, loudly.
"Sorry, Princess all I had at home was a granola bar because Liam said I didn't have time to microwave a breakfast bowl this morning." Niall informs me, throwing the blanket off of him and walking away.
"I'm hungry too." I state.
"Then go eat, pumpkin, nobody's stopping you." Louis tells me, pausing his game.
"Bubba is." I huff, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Zayn!!!" Louis yells.
"Eating." he shouts back.
"See, nothing to worry about. He's stuffing his perfect face."
"But will you come with me?" I ask, looking up at Louis pretty blue eyes.
Sticking my lip out in a pout,
widening my eyes,and batting my eyelashes.
"Fine." Louis says giving in.
"Yay."
Louis picks me up by my arm pits and carries me to the kitchen. He sets me down as I pick the chair that's furthest away from Bubba.
"I don't bite, hard, Vieve." Zayn tells me as he takes a bite of his toast.
"I know, but you tickle me." I tell him back.
Liam sets down a plate that has scrambled eggs, stuff that looks like poop, and toast. Picking up my fork, I stab at the poop looking things. I look around to see them all getting the poop things. Ewie, they're eating poop.
"Why aren't you getting them?"
Stabbing my fork to the brown looking logs and holding it close to my face. I take a a giant whiff. It doesn't smell like poo. Just because, it doesn't smell like poop means it's definitely poop. Just sprayed with some kind of anti-Poop smell spray. Li Li needs that to spray after he's done using.
"Because, it's poop." I tell them.
I set my fork down, leaving the disguised smelling poop on my fork. I pick up my toast. I take a bite, the taste of peanut butter and jelly in my mouth.
"It's not poop, munchkin." Harry tells me taking a bite of one.
"Yes, it is." I fire back.
"What makes you think it's poop, Genie." Liam asks.
"It looks like turds." I say, taking another bite of my toast.
They all laugh. Looking up in confusion and a little hurt, I ask-
"Why are you guys laughing at me?" I ask, arms cross at my chest.
"Vieve, it's Sausage." Niall tells me as he takes a bite of it.
"So it's not turds that Li Li sprayed stuff on them so they don't smell like poo?" I ask, as I stare at the what Niall calls Sausage.
"You and you're imagination, Genevieve." Liam states with a smile on his face.
Stabbing the fork back down on the "Poo" I bring it slowly to my mouth. Taking a large whiff, I decide if they're eating poo, I should too.

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I hope you liked it. I found it funny because Sausage does look like poop in my perspective. Don't forget to vote and comment! Don't forget I love you!😘