Together
Chapter 1
BECCA'S POV
"REBECCA! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP! WE HAVE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO!" Sammie yelled from the living room.
"Whaaaat?" I whined, "I'm not getting up. I don't care about the whole early morning shit; it's the first day of summer break."
"Fine, but I made french toast with fresh berries... there's hot coffee and orange juice too."
I perked up at the word coffee. "Coffee?" I murmured, "Okay, okay, I'm getting up now."
After brushing my teeth and throwing my disheveled brown hair into a bun, I trotted into the kitchen.
"About time, bitch," Sammie smirked. I ignored her as I brushed past her and loaded a plate with food. When I sat down next to Sammie, she immediately turned on the radio and began listening intently.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled through a mouthful of food.
"Shh! I saw an ad on this one website I post on for a radio contest. And guess what the prize is?!" she squealed like a little girl who just got a handful of candy.
"What?" I mumbled nonchalantly as I shoved berries into my already-full mouth.
"Concert tickets and VIP backstage passes for a One Direction concert!" she exclaimed.
"Uh, I hate to break it to you, Sam, but you do realize you have a little--no, scratch that--an almost non-existent chance of winning?" I said. Sammie waved off my comment like it was no big deal.
"There's nothing wrong with trying, Becca," Sammie said, grinning. That was Sammie, always the positive one.
"Now, shhh! The contest is starting!" Sure enough, the raspy voice of the radio's host, Kenny Anderson, came through the speakers.
"Gooooood morning, ladies and gentlemen! Today, we're starting off our playlist of hit songs with an exciting contest! The winner gets two concert tickets and backstage passes to a One Direction concert. Shall we begin?" He paused, "Alright, we're going to give you a 10 second countdown. When we count to zero, dial our number (which is 1-800-HIT-SONG, by the way) and going in order of the callers, we'll ask you 5 questions about 1D. The first person to answer all 5 correctly will be the winner! Good luck and let's begin!!"
Sammie whipped out her phone, looking at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked, "You can't seriously expect me to do this too."
"Pwease? I'll have a better chance of winning," she said, giving me the sweetest puppy dog face I had ever seen. I tried to resist, but it was pointless. Sighing, I pulled out my phone just as she had. We both sat, waiting with the number already dialed in and our thumbs hovering over the call button.
"10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
and 0!"
We both slammed our thumbs down on the call button, Sammie beating me by a millisecond.
"Please hold, caller number 3," said a monotone female voice. The sound came from Sammie's iPhone 5S.
"Please hold, caller number 67," the same voice stated from my own phone this time.
Sammie was staring at her phone in shock, I grinned and begin to congratulate her when the first caller rang in.We tried to listen as intently as we could.
"Uh, hello?" The voice sounded as if it came from a 12-year old who was chewing gum.
"Hi there! Are you ready for your five questions?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? Who signed me up for this shit? Was it you, Mona, 'cuz I swear I will fucking--" the girl was cut off abruptly.
"Ok, folks, clearly we had a misunderstanding," Kenny said, clearing his throat. "Moving on to caller number 2!"
"Hi! I am soooo excited to be doing this contest and I just can't wait to win those tickets!" This time the voice seemed to belong to an extremely perky blonde.
"Hello there! Let's begin with the questions, shall we?" he asked.
"Sure! I can't wait!" she squealed.
"Ok. Question number one: how old is Liam Payne?"
"Duh, he's 20 years old!"
"Coooorect!" Kenny's voice boomed.
The girl got the next two questions correct as well, and I was starting to get nervous when she incorrectly said that Eleanor was Niall's girlfriend. Ha. Even I knew that was utterly wrong. Or as Kenny said, "Oh, I'm sorry, but that was iiiiiiiiiiincorrect! Better luck next time!" The girl was full-on sobbing by the time they hung up on her.
"Caller number 3, it's your turn! Ready for question 1?"
Sammie was wide eyed with shock and nodded, only to realize she couldn't be seen, so she replied with a feeble, "Yeah."
"Alright..." the host seemed to be flipping through some papers, "Ok, here we go! How was Zayn Malik's first name originally spelled?"
Sammie answered like she was back in a middle school spelling bee, "Z... A... I... N."
Kenny responded, " Cooooorrect!"
Sammie glided through the rest of the questions like a breeze, her nervousness slipping away... until it came for the final question.
"The 5th and final question is... What is Eleanor Calder, Louis' girlfriend's, favorite song in the Up All Night album?"
I watched Sam as she paused and thought for a moment about the question, it wasn't the easiest one and I sure didn't know it, but I knew she could pull through and answer it correctly.
After a few seconds, Kenny says, "If you don't answer in 5 seconds, we are going to have to move on to the next caller."
He started counting down and Sammie still didn't open her mouth. Just as he said number 2, Sammie blurted out, "One thing!"
He paused before saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, but..."
Sammie's face fell and I patted her back, trying to comfort her.
"...you, my dear, have just won 2 VIP backstage passes and tickets to a 1D concert!" he bellowed and there was the sound of clapping in the background.
"Oh. My. God." Sammie said, looking extremely surprised. Her mouth broke into a wide grin that showcased her dimples. "I JUST WON TICKETS TO A FUCKING ONE DIRECTION CONCERT!! SUCK IT BITCHES!" she cheered, doing a little victory dance.
"Uhhh, Sammie," I whispered, pointing to the radio. She stopped and smiled sheepishly as she realized that she could still be heard. Kenny clears his throat once again.
"We've traced your number and a text will be sent to you within 5 minutes informing you of when and where you should pick up the tickets, alright?"
"Thank you so much!" Sammie said, clearly still in shock.
"Sure, love. Have fun at the concert! And as for the rest of you lovely listeners, see you next time and have a wonderful day!" With that, Sam's call was disconnected and Fancy by Iggy Azalea started pouring through the radio. We paused, listening for a moment, then chimed in at the same time.
"YOU SHOULD WANT A BAD BITCH LIKE THIS!" we belted at the top of our lungs. Looking at each other, we burst into a fit of giggles, smiling and telling each other how lucky we were.
"REBECCA! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP! WE HAVE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO!" Sammie yelled from the living room.
"Whaaaat?" I whined, "I'm not getting up. I don't care about the whole early morning shit; it's the first day of summer break."
"Fine, but I made french toast with fresh berries... there's hot coffee and orange juice too."
I perked up at the word coffee. "Coffee?" I murmured, "Okay, okay, I'm getting up now."
After brushing my teeth and throwing my disheveled brown hair into a bun, I trotted into the kitchen.
"About time, bitch," Sammie smirked. I ignored her as I brushed past her and loaded a plate with food. When I sat down next to Sammie, she immediately turned on the radio and began listening intently.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled through a mouthful of food.
"Shh! I saw an ad on this one website I post on for a radio contest. And guess what the prize is?!" she squealed like a little girl who just got a handful of candy.
"What?" I mumbled nonchalantly as I shoved berries into my already-full mouth.
"Concert tickets and VIP backstage passes for a One Direction concert!" she exclaimed.
"Uh, I hate to break it to you, Sam, but you do realize you have a little--no, scratch that--an almost non-existent chance of winning?" I said. Sammie waved off my comment like it was no big deal.
"There's nothing wrong with trying, Becca," Sammie said, grinning. That was Sammie, always the positive one.
"Now, shhh! The contest is starting!" Sure enough, the raspy voice of the radio's host, Kenny Anderson, came through the speakers.
"Gooooood morning, ladies and gentlemen! Today, we're starting off our playlist of hit songs with an exciting contest! The winner gets two concert tickets and backstage passes to a One Direction concert. Shall we begin?" He paused, "Alright, we're going to give you a 10 second countdown. When we count to zero, dial our number (which is 1-800-HIT-SONG, by the way) and going in order of the callers, we'll ask you 5 questions about 1D. The first person to answer all 5 correctly will be the winner! Good luck and let's begin!!"
Sammie whipped out her phone, looking at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked, "You can't seriously expect me to do this too."
"Pwease? I'll have a better chance of winning," she said, giving me the sweetest puppy dog face I had ever seen. I tried to resist, but it was pointless. Sighing, I pulled out my phone just as she had. We both sat, waiting with the number already dialed in and our thumbs hovering over the call button.
"10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
and 0!"
We both slammed our thumbs down on the call button, Sammie beating me by a millisecond.
"Please hold, caller number 3," said a monotone female voice. The sound came from Sammie's iPhone 5S.
"Please hold, caller number 67," the same voice stated from my own phone this time.
Sammie was staring at her phone in shock, I grinned and begin to congratulate her when the first caller rang in.We tried to listen as intently as we could.
"Uh, hello?" The voice sounded as if it came from a 12-year old who was chewing gum.
"Hi there! Are you ready for your five questions?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? Who signed me up for this shit? Was it you, Mona, 'cuz I swear I will fucking--" the girl was cut off abruptly.
"Ok, folks, clearly we had a misunderstanding," Kenny said, clearing his throat. "Moving on to caller number 2!"
"Hi! I am soooo excited to be doing this contest and I just can't wait to win those tickets!" This time the voice seemed to belong to an extremely perky blonde.
"Hello there! Let's begin with the questions, shall we?" he asked.
"Sure! I can't wait!" she squealed.
"Ok. Question number one: how old is Liam Payne?"
"Duh, he's 20 years old!"
"Coooorect!" Kenny's voice boomed.
The girl got the next two questions correct as well, and I was starting to get nervous when she incorrectly said that Eleanor was Niall's girlfriend. Ha. Even I knew that was utterly wrong. Or as Kenny said, "Oh, I'm sorry, but that was iiiiiiiiiiincorrect! Better luck next time!" The girl was full-on sobbing by the time they hung up on her.
"Caller number 3, it's your turn! Ready for question 1?"
Sammie was wide eyed with shock and nodded, only to realize she couldn't be seen, so she replied with a feeble, "Yeah."
"Alright..." the host seemed to be flipping through some papers, "Ok, here we go! How was Zayn Malik's first name originally spelled?"
Sammie answered like she was back in a middle school spelling bee, "Z... A... I... N."
Kenny responded, " Cooooorrect!"
Sammie glided through the rest of the questions like a breeze, her nervousness slipping away... until it came for the final question.
"The 5th and final question is... What is Eleanor Calder, Louis' girlfriend's, favorite song in the Up All Night album?"
I watched Sam as she paused and thought for a moment about the question, it wasn't the easiest one and I sure didn't know it, but I knew she could pull through and answer it correctly.
After a few seconds, Kenny says, "If you don't answer in 5 seconds, we are going to have to move on to the next caller."
He started counting down and Sammie still didn't open her mouth. Just as he said number 2, Sammie blurted out, "One thing!"
He paused before saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, but..."
Sammie's face fell and I patted her back, trying to comfort her.
"...you, my dear, have just won 2 VIP backstage passes and tickets to a 1D concert!" he bellowed and there was the sound of clapping in the background.
"Oh. My. God." Sammie said, looking extremely surprised. Her mouth broke into a wide grin that showcased her dimples. "I JUST WON TICKETS TO A FUCKING ONE DIRECTION CONCERT!! SUCK IT BITCHES!" she cheered, doing a little victory dance.
"Uhhh, Sammie," I whispered, pointing to the radio. She stopped and smiled sheepishly as she realized that she could still be heard. Kenny clears his throat once again.
"We've traced your number and a text will be sent to you within 5 minutes informing you of when and where you should pick up the tickets, alright?"
"Thank you so much!" Sammie said, clearly still in shock.
"Sure, love. Have fun at the concert! And as for the rest of you lovely listeners, see you next time and have a wonderful day!" With that, Sam's call was disconnected and Fancy by Iggy Azalea started pouring through the radio. We paused, listening for a moment, then chimed in at the same time.
"YOU SHOULD WANT A BAD BITCH LIKE THIS!" we belted at the top of our lungs. Looking at each other, we burst into a fit of giggles, smiling and telling each other how lucky we were.
Notes
hey guysss.
sammie and becca here (our real names lolz) with our new story!
it's our first story that either of us have ever co-authored, so we're excited!
this chapter took us nearly 3 hours, believe it or not! so we hope you like :)
please tell us what you think; all feedback + constructive criticism is welcome!
love y'all and don't forget to rate, subscribe, and comment! :*
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hola people
dis be becca :)
and we stayed up until like 4:00 in the morning writing this together--pun not intended ;)-- (sammie can be very....picky at times) so y'all better like this :)
sammie over there writes other fanfic here on her own account, harryforevey, so please go check her stories out (she is an amazayn author) so....yeah. i has a wattpad account if any of you are familiar with Wattpad. if you want to stalk me there, my username is infinite_nutella14. ily guys! hugs and kisses to you all <3
