Double trouble
Chapter 5
Brooklyn's POV
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! WAKE UP EMMA!" I kept on shaking the bed until she woke up. It was almost noon and I didn't get anything done yet.
"What," she said checking the alarm clock. "Oh shit, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She grabbed me by the hips and chucked me in the bed. She started tickling me, and I almost peed myself.
"STOP IT! STOP IT, PLEASE!" I insisted. She stopped, and I tazed her in the stomach, her scream blasted like the music playing across the hall.
"I have something for you." Emma said.
"What." I said. She pulled two party hats under the bed and gave one to me. I put it on my head and smiled.
"Come on, get out of bed." I said. She got out, we put some makeup on and got dressed. I wrote down a list of things to do.
"Okay, first we need to get some booze. You have the ID's?"
"Okay and yes I do." She pulled them out from her wallet, and I was surprisingly shocked.
"Oh my god, we look the exact same!" I said. "How will they tell us apart?"
"Our names...." Emma said. I laughed. She took the paper away from me and read the rest.
"Then we have to get some party games, like say beer pong, and what about ordering pizza?" She added.
"Sure." I was done curling my hair, then brushing it to make it wavy. We left the hotel and hopped in the car. We drove off. I looked around , I noticed a little liquor store.
"There." I said. I pointed it to Emma, she parked in the back and we walked in. The first thing I saw is some British wine I didn't recognize and one I did. This was technically the first time I have been in a liquor store with my sister alone. Except for one time, when me , my mom and Emma drove 50 miles here to a different place, almost like this. We decided to ask the cashier.
"Um, excuse me?" I said to the cashier. "Can you suggest a wine, or beer or liquor that Is good around here? It's our birthday and its our first time in here." He looked shocked and have a face full of joy.
"Well, I know exactly what your looking for." He brought us to a section and showed us a bottle of wine. "Here." He gave Emma the bottle and we both scanned it. We nodded. Emma grabbed another bottle and we checked them out at the register. We walked out with two bags and put them in the car.
"One down, two to go!" Emma said.
"Actually, just one." I said.
"What do you mean?"
"We can just order the pizza at the party, no biggie."
"Okay then, one to go." I gave her a thumbs up and she drove off. It came about five blocks until we saw a party store.
"There." Emma said. She drove to the front and walked in.
"Hello?" I said. A woman walked over to us , her face full of joy. She was certainly happy to see us.
"Hello hello!" She said. "Now, what can I do for you."
"Well, we are looking for a entertaining party game?"
"Here is what I can provide you with." She showed us a set with ping pong balls and cups.
"All you have to do is fill the cups with.. Booze." She said. We agreed. We only got one game though. I checked the time. 5:00. It was almost time to arrive.
"Let's go." I told Emma. She found directions on her phone to the bar. We drove off. I looked out at the view. This day couldn't get any better than this.
Emma's POV
We finally arrived at the bar. Signs and posters were up that we were having a party, and everyone was invited. We walked in. A couple people were already there. One ran over to me and said.
"Happy birthday girls!" We were surprised. There was a DJ and balloons everywhere. The DJ started playing the music as people were entering, by the time you know hundreds of people were here. Many drinks were laid on the table, including the wine we bought. I went over to grab a drink. When I saw a boy with brown curly hair and dimples laying eyes on me. I ignored it. I poured myself a drink and started dancing. I saw Brooklyn trying to find Niall, who wasn't here yet. I was having fun with people I didn't even know. I got to make some friends, which was good. The curly haired boy was still eyeing me. I had to settle things straight, then a slow song came on, and couples were slow dancing with each other. I went over to him and asked.
"Do I know you?"
"No." He said. "But you seem nice." He added. Somehow his deep, dark, British accent pulled me to him. But I felt disgusted talking to him.
"I have to go." I walked away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest. I tried pulling away, but he wouldn't let me go. He set my arms the way as if we were slow dancing together. And somehow we were.
"I like this you know." He said.
"Okay, I didn't get your name." I said.
"Harry."
"Emma."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He whispered into my ear. I blushed. I was flattered. His deep dark personality was affecting my positive energy. I let go.
"Emma darling, can I get your number?" He said. I gave it to him, I couldn't resist those dimples and curly hair you could twist around.
"I'll text you." He said in a dark tone. I thought he said that he wanted to test me. I walked away , he was watching me, I couldn't see his face clear from all the flashing strobe lights. I started to have this weird feeling in my stomach. Was I going to puke? I only had one drink. Or maybe it was this feeling called love. I liked Harry.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! WAKE UP EMMA!" I kept on shaking the bed until she woke up. It was almost noon and I didn't get anything done yet.
"What," she said checking the alarm clock. "Oh shit, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She grabbed me by the hips and chucked me in the bed. She started tickling me, and I almost peed myself.
"STOP IT! STOP IT, PLEASE!" I insisted. She stopped, and I tazed her in the stomach, her scream blasted like the music playing across the hall.
"I have something for you." Emma said.
"What." I said. She pulled two party hats under the bed and gave one to me. I put it on my head and smiled.
"Come on, get out of bed." I said. She got out, we put some makeup on and got dressed. I wrote down a list of things to do.
"Okay, first we need to get some booze. You have the ID's?"
"Okay and yes I do." She pulled them out from her wallet, and I was surprisingly shocked.
"Oh my god, we look the exact same!" I said. "How will they tell us apart?"
"Our names...." Emma said. I laughed. She took the paper away from me and read the rest.
"Then we have to get some party games, like say beer pong, and what about ordering pizza?" She added.
"Sure." I was done curling my hair, then brushing it to make it wavy. We left the hotel and hopped in the car. We drove off. I looked around , I noticed a little liquor store.
"There." I said. I pointed it to Emma, she parked in the back and we walked in. The first thing I saw is some British wine I didn't recognize and one I did. This was technically the first time I have been in a liquor store with my sister alone. Except for one time, when me , my mom and Emma drove 50 miles here to a different place, almost like this. We decided to ask the cashier.
"Um, excuse me?" I said to the cashier. "Can you suggest a wine, or beer or liquor that Is good around here? It's our birthday and its our first time in here." He looked shocked and have a face full of joy.
"Well, I know exactly what your looking for." He brought us to a section and showed us a bottle of wine. "Here." He gave Emma the bottle and we both scanned it. We nodded. Emma grabbed another bottle and we checked them out at the register. We walked out with two bags and put them in the car.
"One down, two to go!" Emma said.
"Actually, just one." I said.
"What do you mean?"
"We can just order the pizza at the party, no biggie."
"Okay then, one to go." I gave her a thumbs up and she drove off. It came about five blocks until we saw a party store.
"There." Emma said. She drove to the front and walked in.
"Hello?" I said. A woman walked over to us , her face full of joy. She was certainly happy to see us.
"Hello hello!" She said. "Now, what can I do for you."
"Well, we are looking for a entertaining party game?"
"Here is what I can provide you with." She showed us a set with ping pong balls and cups.
"All you have to do is fill the cups with.. Booze." She said. We agreed. We only got one game though. I checked the time. 5:00. It was almost time to arrive.
"Let's go." I told Emma. She found directions on her phone to the bar. We drove off. I looked out at the view. This day couldn't get any better than this.
Emma's POV
We finally arrived at the bar. Signs and posters were up that we were having a party, and everyone was invited. We walked in. A couple people were already there. One ran over to me and said.
"Happy birthday girls!" We were surprised. There was a DJ and balloons everywhere. The DJ started playing the music as people were entering, by the time you know hundreds of people were here. Many drinks were laid on the table, including the wine we bought. I went over to grab a drink. When I saw a boy with brown curly hair and dimples laying eyes on me. I ignored it. I poured myself a drink and started dancing. I saw Brooklyn trying to find Niall, who wasn't here yet. I was having fun with people I didn't even know. I got to make some friends, which was good. The curly haired boy was still eyeing me. I had to settle things straight, then a slow song came on, and couples were slow dancing with each other. I went over to him and asked.
"Do I know you?"
"No." He said. "But you seem nice." He added. Somehow his deep, dark, British accent pulled me to him. But I felt disgusted talking to him.
"I have to go." I walked away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest. I tried pulling away, but he wouldn't let me go. He set my arms the way as if we were slow dancing together. And somehow we were.
"I like this you know." He said.
"Okay, I didn't get your name." I said.
"Harry."
"Emma."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He whispered into my ear. I blushed. I was flattered. His deep dark personality was affecting my positive energy. I let go.
"Emma darling, can I get your number?" He said. I gave it to him, I couldn't resist those dimples and curly hair you could twist around.
"I'll text you." He said in a dark tone. I thought he said that he wanted to test me. I walked away , he was watching me, I couldn't see his face clear from all the flashing strobe lights. I started to have this weird feeling in my stomach. Was I going to puke? I only had one drink. Or maybe it was this feeling called love. I liked Harry.
6/16/13