My life defines boring. Every aspect of it is dull and grey. I mean, I live in one if the tiniest cities in a huge state in a huger country. I know huger isn't a word, but anyways. What is the use of being a citizen of a huger country and a huge state if you end up settling down in the tiniest city there? Seriously!

And to add to the extreme normality of my so-called 'life', I am 20 years old and I still live with my parents. I'm not saying I hate them or anything, but for a 20 year old lady, I am expected to have my own place, own way of transport, and at the very least, just a little bit of freedom from my childhood. Well, guess what. I have none of those. My parents still treat me like a 12 year old. That is what I don't like.

And as if that isn't bad enough, my list of 'things I hate about my life' reasons just keeps continuing. So I am crazy about this band... One Direction. I don't know if you have heard of them, but they are really really AWESOME!!! Ok anyways, um... Well, I am sorta in love with this guy, Louis Tomlinson. He is the most hilarious guy in the band, and the hottest! Fangirling moment... SCREAAAAAM!!!!! I just loooooove him soooooo much! And now, here comes the bad part. As I've mentioned before, I live in a particularly tiny town. We are 200 miles from the nearest mall and about 250 miles from the nearest auditorium. Wen 1D goes on tour, they never come closer than 250 miles from us. And that is on our lucky years. Otherwise, it is in the next state over. So basically, you can say my hopes of meeting them in the near future has been destroyed.

Because of my dumb and crappy life, I try and involve myself in lots of extra curricular activities to pass my time. That way I can also bring something interesting into my life. For example, I have a play tomorrow in which I am starring as the Princess in The Princess and the Frog. Yep, the lead role! I'm proud of myself! But here is the interesting part. I won't get to find out who the Frog Prince is until I actually kiss him and he loses his mask. That is the reason I even signed up for this. I know, I might be kissing a complete stranger. But what is the fun in kissing someone you have already practiced a billion times with. Where's the fun in kissing the same guy you've known all your life for a play? Right?

----------Tomorrow At the Play ----------

"I'm a prince! Trust me!" the guy in the frog costume shrieked.
His voice sounded awfully familiar. Who was this mysterious man in the frog costume?
"No! I don't believe you! You are nothing but an ugly, slimy, disgusting frog!" I screamed back at him, running to the corner of the stage. I could hear the audience shuffling from beneath.
"Please! Princess, you've got to believe me! Ok, then, tell me. Have you ever seen a talking frog before?" he asked. His voice rang in my ears. I know this guy. He had a British accent. British? What the heck? Who was he?
"Uh, I guess not," I said, pretending to think.
"Well, there you go! Normal ugly, slimy, disgusting frogs don't talk. But handsome princes who've been turned into ugly, slimy, disgusting frogs by evil witches do talk,” he explained.
Why was his voice so familiar???
My hands itched to pull off his mask and find out for myself.
"How can I know for sure?" I asked in a loud whisper.
"All you've got to do is give me one kiss. Then, I'll turn into a handsome prince!" he said, puckering his lips.
I twisted my face into a grossed out look, but sighed with a frown.
I had just skipped three whole lines of me denying kissing him. But the sooner I kissed him, the sooner I’d figure out who is under that mask.

So I cupped his face in my hands and leaned in for the kiss. It was the best pair of lips I’d ever kissed. His soft lips rubbed against mine. His tongue beautifully explored my mouth. I instantly fell in love with this man I was yet to see.

I pulled back, my eyes still shut, trying to suck in as much air as I could. The second my eyelids fluttered open, I gasped, as did the whole stadium. I blinked several times, trying to focus on the other set of eyes staring back at me. Those eyes belonged to none other than Louis Tomlinson. Yes. THE Louis Tomlinson. My eyes flooded with tears. I had just kissed Louis Tomlinson! The Louis I had been in love with for years now. I felt like screaming, but my voice wouldn’t budge. I stood there like a dumb statue.

One second I was frozen on the stage and the next thing I knew, Louis’ lips were on mine again. We were wading through the floor, our lips not breaking part. We revolved around the stage twice before finally exiting behind the stage curtains. As soon as we were out of sight, Louis and I broke apart

“L-Louis!” I breathed. He smiled.
“That’s me! And you are?” he asked.
“J-J-Julia,” I stammered.
“Well, Julia, you are an amazing kisser,” he said, getting into another kiss.

Notes

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~ Lily <3