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Its Gotta Be You

Chapter Six

Ally's P.O.V

I sat silently in my car while the radio played. Usually I didn't listen to the radio much just brought along Cd's and listened to those but I was in so much of a rush that I had forgot. I still see the look on Rachel's face when I was driving away and saw her looking like she could of killed me then and there. Home is going to be scary to come to tonight.

It's eleven o'clock and I figure I can pick up Zooey then we can go get some breakfast at McDonald’s or something with a drive through. Perfectly painted houses and lawns pass by as I drive towards her house. Zooey has been my best friend since sixth grade where we had hated each other. Back then we would always get into stupid fights over crayons or taking the ball the other wanted during recess. The teacher eventually saw this and sat us next to each other. We fought even more once that happened but one day something changed that. A boy from one of the lower grades walked in to give the teacher something but he had a big long snot string across his face. Me being me naturally laughed because I have never been grossed out by much and to my surprise Zooey laughed with me. Later on during recess we talked about that and started to talk more. Since that snot boy we have been best friends.

I hear music blasting from a house and instantly know it is from Zooey's room. She always kept her window opened and blasted her favourite music from her stereo system. I laughed and pulled up into the drive way to look at her house. The first time I had come over I was so shocked I stood in front of it for a second seeing if she was playing a joke but she was not. Her house stood tall with three floors and was painted purple. I lived over by the lake all my life which had clean cut houses and lawns. Never had I seen a house painted other than the natural white or the unusual tannish yellow. Her lawn looked like it had not been mowed in months and random spots of grass spotted up out of no where. Every once in a while you could see a pink flamingo or a gnome placed in the tall grass but you really had to search for it if you wanted to see them.

I stepped out of my car taking the keys with me because I did not know if she was even close to ready and didn't particularly feel like wasting gas. I looked for the path that was clean of weeds and was actually manageable to walk through. I brushed my hands across the grass that could reach them while humming a song that had gotten stuck in my head while on the way here. It was always so peaceful here because it seemed like spending a night in Africa with the grass. Zooey hated it her and liked to spend her nights and days at my house but I love it at her house. I find more peace there where Rachel cannot bother me or annoy me.

I make it to the screen door and don't even bother knocking. I walk in to see the house on the inside a complete mess and smile at the familiarity. Both of Zooey's parents are ex hippies and work as artists. Her mother is actually pretty big in the sculpturing world while her father was a decent enough painter which explained the mess inside and out. I heard loud singing coming from up the stairs and run up them after taking off my shoes. While journeying up I see old pictures of Zooey and her parents, Zooey and me, Zooey and animals, and the last one being Zooey covered in paint. That day was the day of her thirteenth birthday and me and her parents conspired to prank her. At the time she was making fun of her parents for their occupations and so this was their way of getting back at her. I was involved because I admired her father so much and his work. The minute she walked in with me I took a step back and her parents leaped out of the curtains drenching her in a pink and blue mess of paint. I laughed so much but managed to pull my phone out and take a picture of her. She had a small grin on her face but her eyes were yelling that she was going to get back at us. Which she did eventually.

Slowly but surely I make it to the top of the stairs and see the white door that is her room. It is slightly jarred open and I decide to scare her. I creep up to it making sure the wooden floorboards make absolutely no noise even though the music is blasting. I make it to the door and take a deep breath in getting ready. Then I push the door open screaming and screaming and running faster. Zooey drops her curler she had in her hand and screams at the sudden movement. I run while avoiding the dropped curler and tackle her in a hug. I throw my legs around her hopping she can support the sudden weight and snuggle into her. By the time I am done with this she is still screaming her head off and not noticing what I am doing. So as soon as I get comfortable we fall to the ground making a loud thud sounding like it hurt her.

“Hey, Zo,” I laugh while straddling on top of her. Her red hair had fallen everywhere and some had covered her face. Her arms were above her head and she moved them to brush the hair out of her face. Before she did that she breathed lightly and said, “Al, why the hell did you do that!” I just laughed and got off of her letting her brush the hair away. I held out a hand for her and she denied giving me a playful glare while standing up on her own.

“What you don't love my tackle hugs anymore?” I say babying my voice. She walks over to the dropped curler and puts it onto the dresser top. She leans over the dresser placing her hands far apart on it and takes a deep breath. Slowly she turns her head toward me and gives me a smile.

“I love them just as much as you love my...tickle hands!” She yelled the last part and came running over towards me. I hate being tickled, especially by Zooey. She tickles me usually until I pee my pants or am incredibly close to it. I run around the room with Zooey close on my heels while I jump onto the bed. She stays on the ground wiggling around her fingers with a sinister look on her face.

“Got you cornered now, babes,” She laughs. I'm about to do a leap into the air towards the door with hope but then Zooey's mother appears in it instead. She stands there in her jeans and loose top with her blond but graying hair pulled up. I smile at her and Zooey looks over as if just noticing her mother was standing there.

“Now Zooey, You know I don't care what sexuality you are but can you please keep it down. Your father and I are trying to work,” She says gently with a teasing smile on her face and walks out of the room.

“Mom! For the last time I am not a lesbian!” Zooey calls out to her mother. The only reason her mom says that is because when we were about twelve and starting to like boys we had no idea how to kiss. So Zooey suggested that for just once we just kiss to know the basics of what to do. Both of us had never kissed anyone before and had no idea what to do. When we went to do it she would stick out her tongue and make slurping noises and end up making me laugh. Finally, we got serious and went to just peck each other and that was the moment when her mom decided to walk in. Ever since then she has joked around with Zooey being a lesbian. A bit of motherly love actually because that was her way of showing it.

I plopped down onto her bed and laughed at the cross expression on Zooey's face. She walked back over to the curler and continued doing her hair. About five minutes passed and I was playing on my phone and getting death threats from Rachel. Zooey turned around while the curler was still in her hair and asked, “What are we doing today?”

I had been kind of planning not telling her until last minute because she was as much as a One Direction fan as my sister, well more toned down because she was older. Even still she talked about them non stop with my little sister and obsessed over them with me which I mostly tuned out. I bit at my lip and ignored her hoping that she would just let it pass but she didn't.

“Ally, I said what are we doing today, hello!” She gave me a grin and I sighed.

“Hanging out with One Direction,” I mumbled inaudibly.

“What? I didn't hear what you said?” Zooey asked while she was testing the heat on the curl she was making.

“Hanging out with One Direction,” I quieted down at the last words.

“Who are we hanging out with?” She turned her body towards me.

“So I was thinking we could get some McD's before we go and hang out with them, good idea?” I cheerily say trying to avoid that one crucial detail.

“Sure, yeah but who are we hanging out with?” She started to tap her foot which meant that she was starting to get annoyed. I took a deep sigh in and prayed that she wouldn't go totally insane like my sister but didn't want to get my hope ups.

“We're hanging out with One Direction,” I clearly say. I see her back straighten and her shoulders pop up. Slowly very slowly she turns around as if in shock. Her blue eyes are opened to the fullest and look like two sapphire crystals. A small smile was forming on her face and her eyes got incredibly big almost cartoon like.

“What?” She calmly croaked.

“You heard me Zooey,” I looked towards her hoping she wouldn't come and tackle me for answers. She looks like she's about to but notices smoke coming from her hair and is shocked by that. She remembers that she was curling her hair and frantically takes the curler out revealing a perfect ringlet bouncing down. She looks at it to see if she had damaged her red hair at all and see no imperfections so she sprays some hair spray on it and walks over.

“How,” She says as she sits down next to me.

“Long story short, last night I went to that concert with Rachel and left my phone there so they have. That curly haired one...”

“Harry.”

“Harry, said that I have to spend a day with them to get it back so, wanna come?” I look at her hopefully.

“This is good, very good, yes, yes, good, awesome, fantastic,” She goes off into words describing something that I cannot see. I take that as a yes and look to make sure she is ready. She's in shock so it will take her a little while to process what is going on. I see everything is good so I pull her downstairs telling her mom we're going out.

“Just be back sometime in the next two days!” She yells out. I laugh and nod while pulling starstruck Zooey out of the house, through the grass, and into my car. I even have to buckle her seat belt and everything. This is going to be a long day.

Notes

Holy shit this story actually has views and stuff, woah. Well I just wanted to let you guys know I am going to actually start writing the sequel today yay! So uhm, you should like subscribe to this story or something because the sequel is going to be really juicy and scandalous and one word: sex.

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