Life, Cars and One Direction... Wait What?!

I opened my eyes to the ‘beautiful’ sunlight. Some people wake up beautiful, some people wake up quickly, but I wake up dead. I pulled the quilt over my head and groaned. Blinded and tired. Not a good mix. Especially not today, ‘why not today?’ you may ask. The answer comes in a minute. I lay hidden from the world, surrounded by sheets and blankets. In blissful silence, in beautiful darkness, almost ready to fall back asleep when a guy’s voice said something. Thinking it was dad I groaned and turned away from it.
Then he said something again, it was muffled through the sheets. “Go away” I said, still thinking it was dad when my warm sheets were ripped away. “HEY” I shouted, awfully loud for a definite non-morning person. I sat up in my old flannelette shirt and old DC branded shorts. My eyes took a while to adjust to the brightness *iPhone camera sound*. My eyes completely adjusted at that sound.
“You are beautiful in the morning” said a guy’s voice that was definitely not my dad’s.
“Louis freaking Tomlinson, if you dare put that on any social website, I will personally hunt you down and hang your head on my wall!” I grabbed my quilt and lay back down on the bed.
“I wasn’t going to, but thanks for the idea” he shouted back to me while running down the stairs. I jumped out of the bed and followed him down. He was doing something on his iPhone 5c.
Probably sending the picture on Facebook or something. I ran and tackled him to the ground. I grabbed his phone and ran back up to my room. I caught my breath and ran into the shared ensuite. I opened the toilet lid and waited for him to follow me into the room. He sprinted in and halted when he saw me holding his phone over the toilet. I swung it in my hand, and he put his hands up. “Now, this can go two ways. You can tell me your passcode and I will delete the picture, or you can try to get it off of me which will result in it going down the toilet.” I didn’t want to stalk him or anything with the passcode, I had accidentally locked the screen when I stole it from him.
“1D, space, is, space, awesomely, space, epic” great, a word one! I have one, but it’s been the same for every iPhone I’ve had, only my friends know it though. I typed it in and was about to press the delete button when he took a sly step forward. I looked at him and growled. I deleted the photos and handed him back the phone.
“Why were you in my room thismornin’?” (I’m Aussie, my words blend together) he thought about it, he had obviously forgotten.
“Oh, it’s nine in the morning and thought I should get you out of bed.”
That was not going to cut it. “I am going to kill you” I said simply.
“Why?” he asked me.
“I have racing tonight, I need a good night’s rest and extra, okay. My friends expect me to be fully concentrated so I can race our car.” My friends and I made our team, our sponsors were my mother’s work, my father’s work and a café in town. We called ourselves ‘The Retards’ but our actual name was ‘The Rejects’. We got our name from the fact that in school we were the ‘nerds’. Really we were just different and were judged because of it.
We worked pretty well together, Amelie was the mechanic and fixed all of our problems. Elysse was the business woman and controlled all of the money and sponsors. Clarisse was the person who changed the tyres and filled up the tank. Jamie helped with everything and was the spare driver in case I was sick or broke my ankle or something like that. My car was a beautiful, metallic aqua. In different lights it was green in places and blue in others. The logos of our sponsors were on the sides. On the hood, we had in big and pretty lettering, ‘The Rejects’. I loved my car. Both of them.
One day I was hoping to get in the biggest V8 league. To work alongside Mark ‘Frosty’ Winterbottom and thrash Jamie Whincup’s arse. The sad thing was that I could. I had won almost every race I had been in apart from the first few when we just started with a crap car. My racing was most of my income, if I didn’t race, I didn’t get money, simples.
He looked pretty bummed out now. “If I lose tonight, I blame it on you, okay. If my 2 year winning streak is scratched because of you, you will wish you never even lived.” I walked out of the room and into my kitchen. “If you were waking me up, why didn’t you wake up the rest of your cronies? Hmm?” I think that was a very valid question.
“I was going to, but, then you looked so weird, and then I decided I would take a photo, and, yeah.” I knew the rest of the story.
I frowned at him and got my breakfast. I wasn’t going to fall asleep now, since someone woke me up. I poured some nutri-grain and coco pops into a bowl and filled it with milk. “Eww” he said.
“Yum” I corrected. “Healthy and long lasting energy with deliciousness and sugar rush at the same time.” I liked my Thursday breakfast. I finished that after he had some fruit loops.
I ran to my room, my legs felt like they were going to fall off. I grabbed my trackies and put them on and changed into a clean flannelette shirt. I rolled the sleeves up and went to brush my teeth. The tiles were really cold on my feet.
“Minty fresh” I said to no one in particular. And walked back into my room to find my ugg boots. They had to be here somewhere. I looked under my bed and under everything. Then I looked on top of everything and through everything. I couldn’t find them anywhere. Then it clicked in my head, I was going to kill that boy. I ran to his door to find him in just his pants and dancing like a lunatic to his own song. His iPod was on the speaker I had provided and was being tainted by the sound of their screeching.
He was singing along with it when I spotted my ugg boots in his room. I was going to kill him. They were on his bed, he was so dead it wasn’t funny. *cough from me* he looked around to his door. He stood up straighter. “What, you want some more of this? You like what you see?” he gestured to his stomach- I mean abs. it was like an eight pack, it was beautiful.
“Ye-why?” I almost fell for that trick. “I just want my ugg boots” I said shaking off the statement from before.
He shrugged his shoulders, obviously he had never had anyone reject him before. He turned around and continued singing. He did have a nice voice- I mean it was okay. It wasn’t amazing, but it wasn’t bad either. He continued on with getting changed, ignoring my request for my shoes. Fine then, have it your way. I waited a few seconds before I ran into his room and jumped on his bed. I grabbed my ugg boots and went to run out but he was on top of me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, this was weird.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want it” he said sarcastically.
“RAPE!” I screamed, being retarded. He laughed and got off of me. I held my ugg boots tighter and ran out the door. That was really different. I put my boots on and went back to his room.
“Let’s get the rest of the guys up.” I said to him. Ignoring what just happened. He bags doing Harry and Zayn, so that left me with Niall and Liam. I took the steps two at a time to half the time. I opened all of the doors downstairs and ran into their rooms. “Time to get up, it’s ten o’clock peeps.” I screamed again and again. ‘Light bulb’ I ran into the living room upstairs. “If you want to watch a movie. Get your changed arses and fed bellies upstairs pronto!”
Liam was up first, “can we watch Toy Story? Please? I watched two days ago, I need to watch it again” he kept at it for about three minutes.
“I’m sorry bro’ but, I don’t think I own that movie anymore.” He looked taken aback. I might have it in the depths of my garage, but I would just keep it that way for now. By the time everyone had gotten upstairs I had decided in Bourne Identity. It was made a few years ago, but it was an epic movie.
No one could change my mind. They all groaned at my choice, “have you even seen this movie?” I asked them. I got no answer. “Look, it’s got action, it’s got killing and it’s got spies for you guys, and it’s got all of the above and a hot guy as main character for me, all in all an epically awesome movie okay guys.”
“Yeah, but why would we want to watch that movie when we could watch Toy Story?!” Liam shouted at me. That went on for about half an hour.
“Mum isn’t here and neither is dad, I am the ruler of this house, so therefore I make the decisions. Now I decide we watch this movie okay?” before anyone could refuse I put the DVD in the 3D player and started watching the movie. Niall had a packet of Doritos in hand as he sat down in a separate chair. Liam huffed into a chair the other side of the room from me, Zayn sat on the other side of the 5 person lounge I was currently lying on, Harry sat next to him and Louis blushed as he asked me to move my legs.
I folded them up so they had to squish on the end. I fixed my eyes to the 70 inch T.V. and witnessed Jason Bourne take his first journey. He almost got killed, he killed other people, he almost killed people, but most of all he found out his identity, mostly. It was an awesome movie, I loved it.
It finished and I cried and sang along with the first song on the credits. I loved that song. My stomach grumbled, “Lunchtime!” I squealed. I ran to my kitchen and grabbed a vegemite and cheese roll. I ran back but silently walked into the room. Holding the roll in one hand I walked behind the chair closest to me. I put a finger to my mouth to signify, ‘don’t tell him I’m here okay?’
I grabbed his shoulder and screamed “RRAAAWWWRR” in his ear. His head almost hit the roof he jumped that high. He looked at me like ‘I am so going to get you back’ it was a funny face on Liam. I poked my tongue out at him. He then walked off to get his lunch I suppose. One by one they got their lunch, and one by one they came back. Niall had another packet of Doritos, two sandwiches and a litre bottle of juice. “How can you eat so much yet stay the same width as a twig?” I asked him.
“Eem nacht shore” he sort of answered his mouth full of food.
Liam, Harry and Zayn walked in together. All stuffing their mouths with bread, until Harry spat his out. “What the hell?” I said, “what is that shit?” he said grabbing his shirt and wiping his tongue.
“What did the jar say?”
“Vegemite”
“What? You little Brit thought you would go for vegemite? Right, whatever. Can you guys tell me what is going on with Louis? He keeps sitting next to me and coming into my room and being creepy. What the hell is going on?” Harry looked at me like, ‘really? Are you blind?’ I looked back like ‘what am I supposed to be seeing?’ he shook his head.
“You really don’t know?” I shook my head. He took a deep breath in, “whatever I say, you did not hear it from me, alright?” I nodded my head. “He totally digs you” did he say that? Louis Tomlinson likes me, yeah whatever.
I nodded and ignored him. “What are we going to watch now?” the all debated, and it was decided on Toy Story. Louis walked in when Liam danced around and put his copy of Toy Story in. He shook his head and sat back down on the couch next to me.
“You got sucked in so bad. He only watched this movie yesterday.” I looked at him.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked rhetorically.
“No, I tell the truth. He watched it on the way here. He legit watches it every day.” Oh, jeez. Why did we get the big 3d T.V. and surround sound system? I refused to watch this movie, let alone any movie, every single day. It was not going to happen. I sat there through the movie watching as a cowboy got jealous of a space dude.
I looked over to Liam to see how engrossed he was in the movie when I realised he wasn’t there. Didn’t he want to watch this movie? I looked around the rest of the room to see where he was. He wasn’t in the room. A floorboard creaked behind the couch. He was in the room, and was trying to scare me. No one has ever scared me, the only thing that scares me is Paranormal Activity. That is some scary shit.
I could hear him getting closer to my end of the couch. I crouched down on the couch, ready to attack him. He moved around, ready to jump. But I struck first. I jumped over the couch and landed on him. He jumped about a meter off the ground, which was a pretty good effort considering I was on him.
He shouted, “YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!” in my ear and ran to his friends. I lay on the ground pissing myself laughing when I was grabbed and shoved down onto the couch. The screen became black as did the room. I could hear Louis screaming ‘let me go!’ down the hall. He was separated from me. Crap, I felt more comfortable when he was around me. Now I was left with these two idiots. One of them put a DVD in the player, and my eyes were covered as the movie menu came up.
The movie had started, and I was held down to the couch. “Do you like Paranormal Activity?” asked Liam sarcastically. He knew I didn’t. That was one of the movie choices before, which I refused.
“You idiot of an ass” was all I said, but that was enough. Paranormal Activity 5 had begun.
I took a deep breath in. I let it out slowly. I pretended I was in a race, I blocked out all noise and closed my eyes. I slowly relaxed and fell asleep while I was sitting in the chair. You’re probably thinking, ‘how can you fall asleep during PA5?’ my answer is that I race a car.
I woke up on the floor with water covering my face. “What da frick?” I shouted at the two people in the room. Oh, yeah. Right. Before they could hold me down to watch the movie again I jumped up and ran into my ensuite. I locked both of the doors and sat on the floor. The time was about four o’clock. What the hell did I do? Sleep through the entire movie most probably. They maybe even went through the deleted scenes and stuff. Whatever.
I heard a truck come into the driveway. I looked out the small window. It was my friends coming to pick me and my car up. I looked up at the roof and found my secret way to get out. I grabbed my stool and pushed the skylight out. My arms went up and pulled me out.
I ran to the side of the house where I had the ladder to get off the roof and slid down it. The back door was a few meters away. I did need the keys to my racing car, and I could lock the boys in the house. Yep. I ran to the door, sprinted in, locked the door behind me and grabbed my set of keys. That that included my Ferrari, my race car and the house. I continued running until the front door was locked behind me and I was collapsed at the truck.
To any random, the truck would be idiotic. It had ‘The Rejects’ painted in print on one side. The lettering was as big as half the height of the truck. On the other side was my car. My baby. “Geez, take long enough there” Elysse said sarcastically.
I just simply gave her the death stare and said “I will explain on the way” and opened the garage. The smell of diesel was beautiful to me, well, only to me. I jumped into the car and reversed it out of the shed. The truck opened and the ramp automatically came down. The car reversed in and parked on the holders. They almost magically wrapped around the tyres.
I jumped out of the car and walked to the double cab on the truck. I had one last look at the house and saw the boys all crammed into one window. I flicked ‘em the bird and jumped into the cab. What a beautiful sight it was.

Notes

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