Then There Were Five

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Niall:    I didn't have a clue as to what to do at that point.

Our trainer had yet to show his ugly face around since the last time, and it was nearly time for the interviews.  I was nervous, along with Mikayla. She was shaking like crazy.  I grabbed her hand to calm her down.

"Mik, calm down.  We'll get through it. Besides, we don't need our trainer to tell us what to do, right?" I asked.

"I just don't to screw up infront of the entire entity of Cowell.  Like, really, I feel like eating."

At least I'm not the only one.

"Why don't you go get the stylist to come and work on your outfit?  Maybe it will take you mind off things for a bit, being engulfed in frilly girly stuff."

She laughed at that statement. She lightly punched my arm and released her grasp from my hand. She went out into the area to try and find her stylist, who no doubt probably had the prettiest thing for her.  She would be a lot better than the one from the parade.  He got fired, THANK GOD. Now we have this girl who knows exactly how we feel about sterotypes. And food.  She literally has had food every time she comes. Maybe it wasn't healthy, but who cared really? If we're gonna die, let us die full and happy, right?

I went out to find something to do while Mikayla was in dress up therapy. I needed to think of a true strategy plan while she was away.  Maybe a good shower would help me think.

I got to the bathroom and stripped down.  I seriously liked these kinds of showers.  They come at you from everywhere and get you extremely clean. I let the water rush over me, draining the aches and stress from me. Then I got to thinking.

Maybe we could reveal some secret--but fake--love life that we've got going on?  No, better not.  It might weird her out, and then we'd be awkward.

Maybe I could say that we just hate each other with a burning passion? But wait, people have seen us out, so it wouldn't work.  We've been best friends from the beginning, so that plan wouldn't work.

Maybe we could--

Suddenly the door swung open, revealing a gorgeous Mikayla.

"Oh my gosh Niall!  Sorry!" she said, swinging the door back shut.

I wasn't sure what to think of what just happened. Why would she just burst open the door like that? Maybe she couldn't hear the water running?  I don't know, but that was weird.

I turned the water off, and grabbed a towel to dry off with. I stood in front of the mirror, and was honestly shocked at what I saw.  I got turned on a bit by her barging into the bathroom with her gorgeous green dress on, laced with sequins?

Things just got really awkward.

Liam:   Danielle was taking a shower, so I decided to make a visit to some of the other districts, just because I'm cool like that. I went down to two first; I wasn't going to one mainly because of the rumors I'd been hearing. The boys from 1 and 11 were really biting at each others' throats over this girl from three.  Its weird.  How can they both be so into that one girl, who wasn't from either of their districts? Its not like that really knew eachother, right? And they couldn't have known the girl long, right? It was a strange delima this girl was in.  I feel real bad for her.

Speaking of District three, I arrived on their floor. I walked into a open space, but felt like an intruder.

"Hello?" I called out, to be greeted by the boy.

"Hey, man," he said, extending a hand out to me. I took it. "Nice to meet you. I'm Greg."

"Liam," I responded. "Where's your partner?"