Just part of the band

I walk into the bathroom and thankfully, there’s nobody else in there. I look down at the text from Zayn, Hello Kylee I know it’s early, but don’t get at mad at me, o, and I may not text back quickly. I relieved at his text and am texting back on my way from the ‘Lous’.
Y not? Busy Malik? I reply and sit down at the table across from Rayven again, she’s still looking at me with a questioning look, probably wondering who was so important.
“Um, not to be a stalker or such, but, who was so important?” Omg she did not just read my mind.
I roll my eyes, still hating to lie, even if she’s barely a stranger. “My dad, thought it was important, apparently not.”
She nods, “Oh.” But is still looking a bit wary. “Anyway, about that question, and?”
“Oh, um, and that’s about it.” I say and smile, hoping she won’t get it.
“Ok then....” She sits back and I see another girl, almost exactly like her, but with blonde hair with a red streak in it the front, her hair is straightened, whereas Rayven’s is semi-curly, otherwise a wavy black.
“Hey!” The other girl greets me and Rayven slides over for the other person to sit. “I’m Paige, Ravyen’s twin sister.”
I nod, interesting. I squint to look closer, just noticing now that she’s wearing a badge of some sort. “Um...I’m Kylee....” My words are very drifted off, still trying to read her badge.
“Oh, I see your reading my badge!” Paige has a higher voice than Ravyen, and seems more cheerier, even though Rayven seems like a great person. I nod as she talks again, “It’s my entrance pass to get behind the scenes on movie sets, recordings, etc.”
I glance toward Rayven, and she nods. “Yeah, Paige here is a professional photographer and interviewer.”
Woah!? When I got texted by some random number yesterday, I never expecting this! “So...you meet famous people?”
“Um...no, just the future stars usually, those Youtubers trying to get big like Justin Bieber did, yeah those. I’ve met around fifteen singers so far....and about ten kid actors in commercials or online shows.” Paige smiles and says, she’s glancing toward my apple juice. “And...are you going to drink that?”
I roll my eyes and hand her the juice box, “How old are you? Both of you? I’m only 18.”
“That’s great! We’re both 20!” Rayven replies and I start eating my second cinnamon roll, man is it just as good as the first.
“Oh, are you going to meet any famous people?”
“Um...soon...I think I’m interviewing One Direction in a week or so....” Paige responds, her eyes scrolling through an imaginary planner in her head. “Yeah, Rayven wants to go but can’t because of our little brother’s thing.”
“Oh cool!” I say and smile, and idea is coming to mind. “Is it possible I could come? I know somebody.”
The twin’s eyes light up, mostly Rayven’s. “Oh, who?” Paige asks, drinking more of her juice.
“Um...I can’t really tell you right now, but he’ll know me.” I smile, it’s that same smile Reagan gets in her evil-plot thoughts.
“Sure!”


I start walking back toward my house, smiling, I’m going to meet Zayn! That’s great! A few people are looking at me with confused looks, wondering why I’m smiling. I see a newspaper stand and stop at it, wondering what, or how their paper is here. Well, they have almost everything opposite here, so...let’s see.
I bend down to pick up a paper and cover my gaping mouth, I cannot believe this. How could they get this? How is that possible? The salesman is a middle-aged man with very short black hair and green eyes, he’s looking at me, trying not to speak I can tell, but he also seems happy for me. Oh my Gosh, why?
I can’t help but read the title, Zayn Getting Over Perrie so Quickly? With a picture of Zayn and I with our open arms toward the bathroom in the plane on top of it. I’m amazed that someone could matter by watching him before he went to the bathroom! My eyes scroll down to read what it had said.
Zayn Malik, of the native boyband One Direction, has recently broke up with his old girlfriend, Perrie Edwards. He was coming back from his band’s world tour from Atlanta, Georgia, of the US on a plane, while one of our photographers, Zachary Smow, also happened to be on the plane coming back from a segment, but had found the teen with a mysterious girl playing around. Has Zayn moved on so easily? Or was she his all along? Maybe we’ll find out later on.....

I get back to the rental house and am amazed to see Reagan holding the newspaper, her face filled with awe. Oh gosh what have I done? She’s still staring at it and I scoot slowly up the stairs, hoping she won’t see me.
“Kylee! I have a question!” I gulp and let out a sigh of uneasiness, I step back down the stairs and walk toward her, ready for what she’s going to say.
“What it is?” I try to ask happily, but it doesn’t work, I’m screwed, I know it.
“Do you have an English twin?” She asks, and I can’t help but giggle, Blondy.
But I say with full strength, as though I know it wasn’t me in that picture. “No, why?”
“Because this girl looks exactly like you in the same plane as One Direct-” I’m happy that she hasn’t figured it out yet, but, then she stops as it hits her, well, it really hits me. “You met Zayn and didn’t tell me!?”
“I didn’t know it was him! Get over it! It’s not like we’re dating!” I say and she hits me again, this time with less ‘umph’.
She points to the paragraph under the picture, “Yet!” I roll my eyes and take the newspaper out of her hand.
“Don’t tell Mom and Dad or I’ll be killed, if they knew about this, t-they, they’d think I’m British or something!” I hurry over to our kitchen and stuff the paper down the garbage can. “And how’d you get the paper anyway?”
Reagan shrugs, “Found it in our backyard.” I roll my eyes, she finds the weirdest things....
“Well, just don’t tell them unless we acutually date, ok?” I say and she sticks her tongue out at me like a 5 year old.
“Fine, but this isn’t over yet Kylee, you met one of my boys and didn’t tell me....you need payback.” The 11 year old slumps down onto the couch, but is still keeping her gaze at me. “You will get it Kylee, you will.”

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