My Jagged Fantasy
Chapter 1
Riley's P.O.V
I woke up only to be welcomed by the same boring, grey walls that made this orphanage feel like a 90's black and white movie. In search for a better view, I turned my head around to face my colorful paintings surrounding the headboard attached to my bed. I decided to start the day by adding to my wall of art. You probably already pictured me as a calm, ordinary, goodie-two-shoe. Well guess again because I'm totally the opposite. Hi, I'm Riley Baine! 18 years of age but to everybody else living in this hellhole, I'm considered a teenage demon and I don't plan on changing anytime soon! I grabbed my IPod (well, the one I found on one of London's streets last week) and clicked shuffle. The music blared trough the speakers while I tried to recognize the song. Due to my laziness, I gave up trying after about 20 seconds and checked the IPod screen instead.
"Rock Me-One Direction" I read aloud.
I found the song catchy and by the second chorus I was singing along. As expected, I creatively thought of a much better parody and belted my new lyrics out trying to be louder than the speakers volume.
I want you to FUCK me FUCK me FUCK me yeah
I want you to fuck the petal bone the metal and show me your thrusts
I want you to fuck me fuck me yeah
F-U-C-K me again F-U-C-K me again
I began dancing along to the song while holding an imaginary mike to my mouth and hopping and fist pumping in every direction.
I hopped to my right to find five boys, on the floor, holding on to their stomachs, faces cherry-red and laughing.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Zayn's P.O.V
None of my band mates wanting to go through with this idea.
"But you guys are on the edge! If you don't go through with this, Nobody's going to even remember you guys anymore!" Simon said, practically pleading us.
"He has a point." Liam stated.
He looked around at all of us as we gave an approving nod.
Simon caught on and mumbled a thank you.
"I'll call Liam to discuss where the orphanage is and wen you guys can choose a kid to come home with you." he said as got up and left.
And now here we are.
I brought the car to life as I drove down the road following the GPS's directions. Once we arrived, I opened the car door to hear one of our song's being played. We all gave each other curious looks and made our way to the door. As we got closer, the music got louder. Being our nosy selves, we followed the music to spot a small figure with brown curls. She was singing along to the song and I couldn't help but crack up after listening to her lyrics. After my not-so-brief laugh fit, I calmed myself down and opened my eyes. I recognized the girl standing over us with a priceless expression while the rest of us boys were on the ground laughing our heads off.
Maybe this experience won't be so bad I thought to myself.
I woke up only to be welcomed by the same boring, grey walls that made this orphanage feel like a 90's black and white movie. In search for a better view, I turned my head around to face my colorful paintings surrounding the headboard attached to my bed. I decided to start the day by adding to my wall of art. You probably already pictured me as a calm, ordinary, goodie-two-shoe. Well guess again because I'm totally the opposite. Hi, I'm Riley Baine! 18 years of age but to everybody else living in this hellhole, I'm considered a teenage demon and I don't plan on changing anytime soon! I grabbed my IPod (well, the one I found on one of London's streets last week) and clicked shuffle. The music blared trough the speakers while I tried to recognize the song. Due to my laziness, I gave up trying after about 20 seconds and checked the IPod screen instead.
"Rock Me-One Direction" I read aloud.
I found the song catchy and by the second chorus I was singing along. As expected, I creatively thought of a much better parody and belted my new lyrics out trying to be louder than the speakers volume.
I want you to FUCK me FUCK me FUCK me yeah
I want you to fuck the petal bone the metal and show me your thrusts
I want you to fuck me fuck me yeah
F-U-C-K me again F-U-C-K me again
I began dancing along to the song while holding an imaginary mike to my mouth and hopping and fist pumping in every direction.
I hopped to my right to find five boys, on the floor, holding on to their stomachs, faces cherry-red and laughing.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Zayn's P.O.V
None of my band mates wanting to go through with this idea.
"But you guys are on the edge! If you don't go through with this, Nobody's going to even remember you guys anymore!" Simon said, practically pleading us.
"He has a point." Liam stated.
He looked around at all of us as we gave an approving nod.
Simon caught on and mumbled a thank you.
"I'll call Liam to discuss where the orphanage is and wen you guys can choose a kid to come home with you." he said as got up and left.
And now here we are.
I brought the car to life as I drove down the road following the GPS's directions. Once we arrived, I opened the car door to hear one of our song's being played. We all gave each other curious looks and made our way to the door. As we got closer, the music got louder. Being our nosy selves, we followed the music to spot a small figure with brown curls. She was singing along to the song and I couldn't help but crack up after listening to her lyrics. After my not-so-brief laugh fit, I calmed myself down and opened my eyes. I recognized the girl standing over us with a priceless expression while the rest of us boys were on the ground laughing our heads off.
Maybe this experience won't be so bad I thought to myself.
8/26/13