Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

I Have A Frozen Fish And I'm Not Afriad To Use It!

A:N) Hey my peeps...lol okay just kidding, I'm way too white for that crap. Anywho, here's chapter 17, it'll be the last for about a week while I work on other projects. I wanted to leave it off on a light hearted pace, but the next few chapter will be nothing but DRAMA! I'm talking boyfriend drama, bestfriend drama, Jayden drama, ed she- okay I'm not telling you the last bit but I think you can guess ;). Anypoo since none of you care about my senseless rambling go on and read my children! Enjoy and remember, I love you when no one else does. I kid! :D

Chapter 17

I Have A Frozen Fish And I'm Not Afriad To Use It!

***Jessica’s POV***

1D Concert

“Move bitches!” Brittney yelled pushing through the large group of fan girls standing near the arena doors. I mentally face palmed as the girls looked down on her like they were about to attack her. Okay, I was so not helping her when she was caught in the middle of a One Direction eating mob.

“Would you please stop causing a scene?”

Brittney stopped her fast angered movements to look at me. Her brown eyes exempt of any emotion. “Meeks, how long have you known me?”

Sighing I put a hand on my forehead. God knows where she’s going with this. “9, nearly 10 years.”

“And in all that time you’ve been blessed with my friendship have you never noticed my way of life?”

“Where are you going with this Brittney?”

“What I’m saying is… I’M GOING TO MAKE A SCENE! YOU KNOW WHY MEEKS! BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I DO! YOU’RE NIALL JAMES HORAN’S GIRLFRIEND FOR BLOODY SAKE! YOU SHOULD BE IN THERE BY NOW!” She screamed causing the hoard of fan girls to flock from the arena door to the place we stood in the middle.

 Oh. My. Peanut. Butter. Sandwich. What. Did. She. Just. Say?!

“You’re dating Niall James Horan from One Direction?!” I girl with fire hair screamed in my face. Okay one? Tick-Tack, honey. Two? Say it don’t spray it. And Three? I’m so going to die.

The hoard began screaming, attempting to grab any piece of me as they could. Put it this way; it was like standing in the middle of the school hall way while the whole football team came from both directions running at full speeds at you in their football get up. Not the most pleasant feeling.

A loud whistle came from beside me making me hold onto my left ear as I looked in shock. Brittney stood a few feet away holding a “rape” whistle. The girls stopped what they were going to stare at her; what she did next changed my whole view of how Brittney was.

“Back away from the awkward white girl! That chick is mine! You know how long it takes to find a white best friend in New York?! A long ass time! MOVE NOW! Hey Fat Cake why don’t you put that Twinkie down and step away from the pale girl! Thank you!”

There, in all of her short glory (which wasn’t much), was Brittney holding a three foot long frozen fish. She began pointing it in different girl’s directions, giving her stone cold glare where ever it was pointed until she met me.

“Finally! Now come on let’s goooooo!”

Brittney grabbed my hand as she yanked me towards the doors, giving the ticket lady a death glare before passing her our tickets and entering the empty arena.

“Why are we so early?” I asked my voice coming out as more of a mumble then actual intelligible words.

“Because you need to see your man and I want to see the fine piece of curls before he goes on stage.” She looked off in the distance as she said this; I so did not want to ask about what she was thinking.