I was just walking down the road, frustrated. My high heels were making an unbearable sound that echoed into my ears. Tears had almost started forming into my eyes.

There weren't many people, and the number of cars that drove down the street was really small, taking into account the fact that I was in NYC. The place was dimly lit and I could barely see anything a few metres in front of me.

"Hey! Watch your step!" Someone that I bumped into said with thick british accent.

I turned around to face him. In the beginning I was a bit shocked because of the person that stood before me, but soon enough I came back to my senses.

"How do you even dare to tell me to watch where I'm going! It was evident that you were the one that ran into me" I said, knowing of course that it was a lie, I prefer the term fictional reality, but I just couldn't help it. I loved messing with people's minds.

"You're fucking delusional! " he yelled.

"Oh, am I darling?" I intentionally faked his british accent, even though British English is one of my mother tongues.

"Do you even know who the hell you're mocking right now?" I knew I had made him furious. I really did enjoy watching people's burst-outs. And picking good fights too.

"Yeah, in fact I do. Do you even know how much I care?" I said with maybe too much sass. I spinned around and walked away with extra class due to my last response.

"Dick" I murmured, while he was mumbling: "Bitch" I turned my head and shot him a death glare, so did he. Then we both sighed in unison. And walked away from the 'battlefield'.

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"I just got back" I yelled as soon as I unlocked the flat door and entered the living room.

The room was nicely, but simply decorated. The walls were painted light gray and decorated with photos that Rachel had taken during her photography seminars. In order to add just a little bit of my own style, I had hung boards that had quotes, most of which were a bit depressing, written on them, next to the overly joyful, for my taste, photos. Despite the grey colours, there were some nore vibrant-coloured details too, that made the room look less hospital-like.

"Hey Zoe! I ordered you some gyros and french fries, but you were late, so I put them in the oven to keep them hot." Rachel yelled from her room.

Rachel is my best friend. She is the only person who can put up with me constant lack of truth and my burst-outs of extreme realism. We met in the university two years ago and since then, no matter how cliché this may sound, we are inseparable.

"But I told you to order sushi..." I theatrically complained.

" Zoe Amber Jones, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't buy this crap anymore! You're half Greek-half British so there's no way you don't like gyros and fries. Furtetmore you hate fish!" She exclaimed, entering the living room.

"You're so close-minded! What if I was from Antarctica? You're American and a vegetarian for God's sake!" I said and took off my shoes.

"But I won't argue with the fish part. They're just so disgusting." I added.

"I know you all too well. You can't lie to me!"

" No, I sure can. I just have to think a little bit before I do. That's all." I said, placing my keys on the coffee table and lying on the sofa.

"Oh please! Let's cut all this crap and go to eat; I'm starving!" she said and I commented:" Pig" and we both giggled.

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My choice of adjective to characterize Rachel was a bit...misfortune. And that's why because I was the one who ate like a total pig. I ate indescribably quickly and made a complete mess.

"I have the best news!" she excitedly exclaimed.

"I'm all ears. Tell me. " I said and drunk another sip of my lemonade. Not a fizzy one though. I hate soft drinks.

"I got tickets..." she said, her eyes shining due to the excitement.

" Do you mean bus tickets? I always wanted some of those" I forgot to mention that I speak fluent sarcasm.

"Don't play dumb with me! Concert tickets for the most..."she said but I interrupted her: "Don't even think about it! There's no way I'm coming to a One Direction concert. Even with you!" I almost shouted.

"Pretty please?" she pleaded.

"Never. And do yourself a favour; don't go too. Unless you want your ears to bleed." I stated. "And of course I don't want it see that asshole again."

"I know I'll regret it, but who's the asshole?" Rachel asked.

"That doofus from One Whatever's-the-rest, Harry Styles." I shrugged.

"It was a tragic experience. I actually bumped into him. It was just gross." I continued.

"It sure was, if by gross you mean a once-in-a-lifetime experience full of excitement that you'll always remember! Tell me all about it! Like right now. " she exclaimed.

I knew there was zero possibility of getting away, But I tried to make it quick so I didn't have to 'live' all over again this horrific incident: " As I was coming back I was, like always, a bit distracted so I ran into him. Then I said he bumped into him and not the other way around and I called him a dick and walked away." I said, faster than the speed of the ostrich in the road runner show.

"You what? Are you fucking out of your mind?" She shouted at me and I must say, it felt like being lectured.

"Probably yes. My grades don't exactly indicate that, but I'm pretty sure I am a bit, you know..." I said and made some wacky sounds.

"Why did I have to ask? Back to the previous conversation now..." She changed the subject, but I could see she was a bit pissed.

"My answer's still no" I said loud and clear.


"You'll get the bedroom for a whole month" she offered.

I must admit, it was really tempting. The flat only had one bedroom, so one of us had to sleep on the couch. I got to sleep to the bed only three times a week; all the other days, I slept on the uncomfortable sofa.

"Make it two. 0 And you'll pay for they ear transplant I'll have to have later. " I negotiated.

"Deal" she agreed.

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Notes

Okay. So this is my first Fan Fiction and I think it is a bit clear. I'd really like if you commented your honest opinion so you know, I can get better at it. I am a person who get easily bored so message me!

P.S. These notes are an utter failure

xoxoxo
-Dimitra