The Girl in the Group

Chapter 6

Danielle P.O.V

I wake up and rub my eyes yawning. I look around and see that the boys fell asleep around me. They are kind of in this circle formation like they are protecting. It's kind of cute, but I can't leave without stepping on one of them. The other boys are gone. I'm sure they took pictures though. We must have looked pretty pathetic. I stretch across Justin and grab my purse, taking out my phone. I check to see the time is 8:28. Well I'll be stuck here for another three hours. The boys always sleep until 11:30. Maybe if I can get one of them up and get them to move. But who? Hm... JUSTIN!

"Hey Justin," I whisper in a British accent. "I hope you like London. You won't be seeing your band mates for a while."

Justin shoots up and puts his hands out in front of him like a karate motion. I cross my arms together and stand up leaving the circle. Justin glares at me and I give him a smile sticking out my tongue.

"See ya love!" I say britishly going to the kitchen.

Is britishly even a adjective? I don't care, I like it I'm going to use it. I go to the fridge and try to find something edible. I hear snoring from the next room, which means Justin went back to sleep. Well that only took three minutes. That's why I did it to Justin. He just moved on. Just kept swimming. OK I'm sorry that was kind of dorky. I'll stop now. I find some mini freeze waffles and try to read the box. The box is frozen over though, and kind of hard to read. How in the world do you cook a frozen waffle?

I'm going to do some improv here, which I am a pro in just so you know. I took classes! Not really, but I'm still good at it. I grab some tin foil which is always used to cook right? I look at the waffle case and see a two. So you must need to cook these for 20 minutes.

Microwave or Toaster? Toaster is for toast right? Micro is for... Other things. I'm going to put in the microwave OK? Don't question it. Don't question my randomness! Wow that was bad..

I go over to the microwave, wrapping the waffle in tinfoil putting it in the microwave for twenty minutes. I wait and start to get out some plates for the food. That's when I smell smoke. I look back and see the microwave... ON FIRE! Oh cheese! Why isn't the fire alarm blaring? Are you telling me that a hotel has a fire alarm that doesn't break. Isn't that like a safety rule that you need a working fire alarm?

I go over and see the boys still sleeping. Alright time for desperate measures. I go over to the pantry and grab two frying pans. I go to the room with the boys and start banging them together.

"FIRE!" I yell. "FIRE! EVERYONE UP!"

No one moves. I go over to Greg, the second most responsible and bang the frying pans next to his head. I continuing yelling fire into his ear. He finally shoots up, smells the smoke, sees the fire, and goes into dad mode. He gives me a glare and looks at the microwave.

"Joe told us not to trash the place!" He yells.

"I didn't trash the place, I simply caught it on fire!" I yell back. "And it's just the microwave. Not let's get everyone out before it actually does catch the apartment on fire!"

That seems to get Greg in his dad mode. He grabs two frying pans and tells me he will handle the boys, and that I should get the 5 seconds of summer boys, who I completely forgot. Oops... I run through the hallways banging the pots not quite sure where they are. Suddenly a groggy looking Ashton emerges from a room I hadn't saw yet. Of course, be in the room I never see.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Microwave on fire!" I answer. "About to catch apartment aflame! Fire alarm doesn't work. So basically: GET EVERYONE UP AND EVACUATE!"