*Holly's P.O.V*
Stopping by my locker, I grabbed my bag and car-keys and texted Whitney that I'll pick her up in a few. She responded with an ok, so I went outside to see the boys on a bench. "Hey guys," I greeted them.
"Hello sister!" Zayn joked.
"WHAT'S UP MRS. SASS MASTA?" Louis shouted, jumping up.
"Just got out of Spanish, which was pretty easy. How's your classes?" I asked. They all rolled their eyes.
"Long." Zayn grumbled.
"Boring." Harry complained.
"Annoying. I have Melissa in my class!" Louis exclaimed.
"Pretty hard." Liam said.
"Bad! It doesn't have you!" Niall said, playfully grinning at me. I returned it and sat down on the grass with my back to the bench, enjoying the nice breeze.
"Y'all are staying here?" I questioned, noticing that none of them had their backpacks with them.
"Yep. We all have football practice! Which ends around five-thirty," Louis answered.
"Oh yeah! I can't wait to see y'all's first game," I said.
"And we can't wait to see your first volleyball game!" Harry exclaimed. I grinned up at them.
"Yeah, but I gotta start practice tomorrow," I said, rolling my eyes in mock annoyance.
"What?! Holly Creighton actually needs to practice?" Louis asked in fake surprise, making all of us laugh.
"So what time do come over tonight?" I asked, tilting my head back to look at them.
"Around six," Niall replied, glancing down at me.
"And be prepared for a nice game of truth or dare!" Louis added.
"Should I be scared?" I joked.
"With us, you should!" Liam declared. I grinned and closed my eyes, my head still tilted back, feeling the fall sunshine on my face. The boys carried on with a separate conversation about what to eat tonight, and Niall occasionally asked my opinion.
"Holly? You have a text from someone," Zayn told me. My eyes snapped open, and I glanced at my phone.

* * * * * *
From Whitney:
Are you coming?
* * * * * *

I quickly responded with a yes, shoved the phone in my pocket, and stood up, grabbing my bag.
"I gotta go, see y'all later tonight," I said.
"Hey, let me walk you to your car," Niall offered, jumping up.
"Um, ok. . ." I walked across the front lawn, Niall by my side.
"So, are you liking England yet?" He asked as we crunched through a patch of fall leaves.
"Yep. This was probably the best first day ever," I said, unlocking my red Corvette.
"And why is that?" He cheekily asked. I ruffled his hair.
"Because I met the five greatest guys ever, duh!" I smiled and slid inside my car.
"See you later tonight!" He said. I waved and pulled out of the parking lot.

Thanks to my fantastic memory, I reached Whitney's school in ten minutes.
"Hey sis! How was your first day?" I asked as she got into the passenger seat.
"It was pretty cool! Eighth grade is so awesome! I already met some really nice friends, but how was your first day?" She asked, buckling her seatbelt.
"It was. . . interesting. I met these really awesome guys, and their jealous ex-friend, and this super-annoying boy," I said, driving out of the school parking lot.
"Ooh, some boys? Are they cute?" Whitney immediately asked, wanting to know all the details. This is one of the many things I love about our relationship. We don't shut each other out– we bond and we're always there for each other.
"Hmm. . . Depends. That's more of an opinion question," I replied. She groaned, wanting a real answer.
"Come on, Holly! For once can you actually get off professor mode and answer the question like a normal person?" She asked with mock sternness, trying to elicit a response. I grinned.
"No can do, sis. Anyway, I'm going over to my friends' house later, so I won't be home after six," I told her, turning on the radio. Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes came on, and Whitney instantly raised up the volume and started singing along. I happily joined in– we don't really care what looks we get when we're at stop lights. I suppose you could say singing along to the radio is a tradition between us sisters.
At that moment, my phone rang. Pulling it out of my pocket, I answered it and put it on speakerphone.
"Hello?" It was an unidentified number.
"Hi Holly! It's Louis! Niall gave us your number!" He shouted. Whitney raised her eyebrows at me.
"Oh hey! What's up?" I asked, keeping an eye on the road.
"Just wanted to say hi! And by the way, nice voice!" He said.
"Thanks, but, um, don't say anything about that to the boys, ok?"
"Why?"
"Because. Just don't. Anyways, I'll see you and the rest of the boys later tonight."
"Ok. LATER MRS. SASS MASTA!" He hung up, and Whitney was as confused as ever.
"Where do I even begin?" She joked. I laughed, turning into our driveway.
"Well, now you know how hyper Louis is. And yes, he's always like that, and yes, he already gave me a nickname– don't ask." I answered all her questions at once. She grinned.
"You know me too well, sis," she said as I parked the car.
"That's kinda my intention."

I grabbed my bag and went inside the house, Whitney following me.
"Hey mom!" She chirped, going upstairs to her room.
"Hello girls," she greeted us.
"Oh, is it ok if I'm going over to my friend's house around 6 tonight? And he also wants me to come over on Saturday." Mom raised an eyebrow, eyeing me like Mr. Sanders did during Science today as I nervously rummaged through the fridge for a snack, avoiding eye contact.
"Depends. Did you do your chores today?" She asked. I nodded, munching on my apple and lugging my bag upstairs.
"Fine, and as for Saturday, I have to meet him before then."
"Ok. Thanks Mom!"
I went into my room, dropping my bag next to my desk. I started finishing my leftover homework when my phone buzzed.
"Hello? And if this is Louis, I'd really like to keep my hearing so please limit your volume to a minimum," I said, putting it on speakerphone. A chuckle rang out from the other end.
"No, love. This is Niall."
"Oh hey! Sorry, Louis called me earlier. So what's up?" I asked, leaning back in my seat.
"Well, I just wanted to see if you could bring over something to eat for tonight," he said.
"Sure! I think I have some leftover pizza. Oh, and my mom said she needs to meet you before Saturday for me to come over," I informed him.
"Ok, and yeah that works for tonight. See you later!" We ended the conversation, and I'd just finished my homework when Whitney barged into my room.
"May I help you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at the curling iron in her hands.
"I heard you say you were going over to a friend's house, and I'm here to help you get ready!" She declared.
"No, no, no, no!" I leaped out of my seat and dashed down the hall, her chasing me.
"MOM! Whitney wants to mess up my hair!" I shouted.
"No I don't! I want to make her look nice for her new friends!" She yelled.
"Gee thanks!" I sarcastically retorted, stampeding down the stairs.
"Please?" She pleaded, following me.
"Holly, it's 5:45, so you might want to start going," Mom called from the kitchen, oblivious to her two daughters' argument. I playfully stuck out my tongue at Whitney and went back upstairs, ignoring her gripes.
I threw on a different pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt, slipped on my favorite pair of Supras, and put my phone in my pocket. I ran downstairs, grabbed the box of pizza while Mom was distracted by the House Hunters show that was blaring on the TV, and headed out to the garage. I buckled in, and texted Niall that I was on my way. He responded with an ok as I was driving on the main road.

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