We'll Find A Way

"Come on, Addie!"

Addie McHale groaned as her best friend, Charlie, dragged her down the hallway of their school.

"I hate school," Addie whined.

Charlie looked behind him and smirked at her. "Well, I love school."

Charlie rolled her eyes at her cheeky best friend. "Of course you love school, you idiot. You're popular."

"And you're not?" A new voice came. Addie looked to her right and saw her other best friend, Sam, joining in their conversation.

"Yeah, Ads. Come on, everyone knows you here." Charlie chuckled, still pulling on Addie by her arm.

"Yeah, they know me as that girl from America." Addie scowled.

"No," Sam said. "Everyone knows you as the girl with the perfect voice."

"And the one who writes amazing stories." Charlie nodded.

"Plus, you're smart and you're class clown."

"And you're one of the prettiest girls in school." Charlie gave her a small smile, his cheeks turning pink.

Addie ignored the flattering feeling inside of her and rolled her eyes. "Can we just get to class? Please?"

"I have never watched a girl eat that much and not get any weight in her." Charlie muttered as he watched Addie eating her second plate of lasagna.

"Be jel, Charles." Addie stuck her tongue out.

Charlie let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Sam sat beside him with a huff and started eating her heart out, viciously scooping her ice cream.

"You okay?" Addie raised her eyebrows cautiously at her best friend.

"Damn girls who talk nothing about One Direction." Sam hissed, looking at one of the tables near them.

If their school was North Shore, that school in Mean Girls, that table would contain "the Plastics." They all had nose jobs and eye lifts, and probably fake breasts.

"They're coming back to London, right?" Addie said, looking up from her food.

"It still sounds odd whenever London is said without the accent." Charlie chuckled.

"I'm sorry for growing up in America!" Addie shouted, causing someone to throw a tissue paper at her.

"Shut up, America!"

"Get your tissue back, Davies!" Addie shouted, throwing the tissue back to the person who threw it at her, getting a few laughs from people around them.

Lucas Davies made his way to their table, strutting with his varsity jacket.

"Do not hit the face." He said sternly.

Charlie, being Lucas's teammate, rolled his eyes. "Go away, Luke."

"She hit me in the face!" He shouted, pointing accusingly at Addie.

"I don't care, just go back to your table." Charlie calmly ordered.

Lucas huffed and looked at Addie. "You're lucky your boyfriend's here."

"He's not my boyfriend." Addie muttered, shooing Lucas away once more.

Sam smirked. "Can't believe people still think you're a couple."

"We're not together!" Charlie and Addie defended together.

"Alright, alright." Sam laughed. "Anyway, this ginger has some news."

Addie raised her eyebrow at her. "What?"

"It concerns One Direction." Sam smirked, getting a groan from Addie. "Since they are coming back, of course they'll be having a flat over here. And guess who knows where their flat is."

"Medusa?" Charlie threw a sarcastic tone. "How did you find this out?"

"I have my ways." Sam smiled. She brought out a map she probably had drawn herself, and pointed to a quite big house by the corner, a small red x marked on the side of the house. "Right there."

"That's not that far from my house." Addie said, studying the map carefully.

"And if it's near yours, then it's near mine." Charlie said then pointing to his house, a street away from Addie's.

"So, you lads--sorry, Addie--up to a little stalking adventure?" Sam grinned.

"Yes," Addie said immediately, while Charlie said, "no."

"Why not?" Addie and Sam looked at him.

"Do you not know how hard it is to 'stalk'?" He said, drawing quotation marks with his fingers in the air at the word stalk.

"Charles," Addie started.

"Charlie," Charlie pouted.

"Charles," Addie said again, "do you not know who I am?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow at her, making her continue.

"I, my good friend, am Addie McHale. Master of stalking. You know those bands I love? Yeah. I can locate Ryan Ross's house on Google maps for you. I figured out Garrett Nickelsen's girlfriend by looking at the locations in his Instagram photos, the Maine's tour dates, and through his girlfriend's tweets, seeing that they had a date in a FroYo shop because of the Instagram photos, the date it was posted, seeing that that state has a FroYo shop in nearly every city, and that the girl said her favourite flavour of FroYo, which was the exact same flavour of the other FroYo cup in Garrett's photo."

"She's a keeper." Sam smirked after Addie was done, patting her head.

"But I don't like One Direction." Charlie groaned. "I am so tired of hearing them everywhere."

"Neither one of us fancies One Direction." Sam pointed out.

Addie nodded. "I just want to see what they'd do if they meet three stalkers who aren't fans of them."

Charlie thought about it for a moment and finally let out a sigh. "Alright,"

Notes

oh oops i didn't proofread this plus i wrote this while having the need to pee so i'm sorry

well anyway, please comment! :) comments keep me goingg haha but seriously! i like knowing people's thoughts on my work... good or bad :)