Lauren
"Lauren, does this hat make my butt look big?" Jordan asked sarcastically.
"Yes. And hats so aren't your thing." I laughed.
" Yup. Never liked hats anyway!" She smiled.
"I can't believe we are going to a concert in three days! And we are on our own now!" I brightened.
"Yeah. We're happy free confused and lonely at the same time!" She sang.
" It's miserable and magical. Oh yeah! Tonight's the night that we forget about the deadlines. It's time. Oh oh," I continued.
"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22 everything will be alright if you keep me next to you!" She began the chorus.
"22 oh oh oh oh 22. I don't know about you. 22," I finished.
"Girls!" The shopkeeper began. "Keep it down!"
"Sorry!" We said together. Then we laughed. "Whoops!"
We ended up each buying Direction-inspired clothes: polos(very phonomiNIALL), striped shirts and bright colored skinny jeans(so fabuLOUIS), then some just brilLIAM shoes(we're not Liam girls, so don't judge us!), dark skinny jeans and henleys(extrordinHARRY). And jean jackets. You can't forget Zayn!
"Omg! Today's Sunday!" I breathed.
"Yah," Jordan said absently as we walked down the block.
"The concert's on Tuesday night," I completely forgot.
"Uh-huh. Are you just now realizing this?" Jordan asked as she looked at the receipt.
"Kinda." I admitted.
"Well, at least it's not like it's Monday. And we just went shopping so we're all good."
"Yeah," I agreed. But I had a hunch we weren't. Or at least not one of us anyway.

Notes

So I just realized all my chapter names start with S!