M. A. C. K.

"Mack!" My roommate- and best friend- Eliza yelled at me to wake up.

"Mack!" She held out the 'a' in my nickname for as long as she could. I still wouldn't wake up.

"MARIE-LYNN ALLISON COURTNEY KREMER! YOU WILL WAKE UP RIGHT NOW! YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU WOULD GO, AND NOW I AM MAKING YO KEEP THAT PROMISE!" She suddenly screamed in my ear, making me jolt awake.

"What the hell is so important that you must wake me up from my sleep, bitch?" I asked her, grumpily. My face probably resemble Hagrid from Harry Potter, The Wicked Witch of the West, and a total bitch. Hey, it's not my fault that when I wake up I'm a complete ass. Blame it on-- Oh wait. Forget that.

"Remember when I asked you if you wanted to go to the One Direction concert with me, and you said no. So, I asked if you would go with me because Jaqui bailed on me-- well, she didn't literally bail on me, I mean, she came down with mono and, ANYWAYS-- and I don't like going to concerts alone because of what happened to Riley, and you said fine?" She asked. I looked at her like she was crazy, but then remembered what she was talking about.

"WAIT! Wasn't this when I was talking to dick-face?" I asked, referring to Sammy-- her brother and my current boyfriend. Yes, I do call my boyfriend dick-face. Before we dated we hated each other! I was dip-shit, and he was dick-face. I'm not giving up good nicknames like that just because of a relationship.

"Psst! No, I wouldn't do tha-- yes," She looked down. I groaned in frustration, as I fell back into bed.

"Come on, Mack, we have to look nice in front of the boys!" She told me-- giving me a wink and waggling her eyebrows in a dirty way. I shuttered. I could already imagine all the dirty jokes she would say on the ride there.

As I climbed out of bed heaven, I grabbed my iPhone so I could start my day off right. With some music. After I had entered my code and opened the music app, I clicked on my favorite song. Radioactive. I waited until they started to sing,

"I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and sweat my dust, I'm breathing in the chemicals," I started, then breathed in over-dramatically, and breathed out in an 'ah'.

"I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus, this is it the apocalypse," I started again, this time getting so into the song that I didn't notice Eliza recording me-- and my clumsy dance moves.

♫♫♫

"I wonder if they really are as hot as in the magazines and the pictures!" Eliza told me as she drove to the arena. She squealed and squirmed in her seat. I rolled my eyes. Total fangirl mode for Liz: not the funnest thing to be around if your like me.

"Liz," I told her bringing my voice up an octave to make it sound like I was fangirling too, "I don't give a fuck!" Liz sighed and shut up for the rest of the way.

♫♫♫

As we rounded the corner for the third time looking for a parking spot, I sighed. Were we ever going to even get out of this stuffy car? I mean, I didn't like the boy, or band, or boy-band or whatever One Way was.

"How long is this going to take?" I asked Liz.

"Well," She started, but made a quick right turn into a parking spot. The perks of rooming with a girl that grew up with parents that made her learn to drive on the roughest terrain ever.

"There we go," She stated as she stepped out of the now dead car. I climbed out after her.

"One day," I told her, "I am going to die of a heart attack-"

"LOOKING LIKE YOU DO-OO!" she sang. I groaned. I probably shouldn't of used those words.

I gave her the look, but continued, "-driving like that. Please stop belting out lyrics of One Way or whatever that person or group sings. It gets quite annoying after a while."

"It's One Direction," She emphasized Direction, "And, get used to it. You are going to their concert!" I huffed. She was right, and I was wrong. The only problem? I hated being wrong.

♫♫♫

"THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!" The crowd belted out the lyrics of One Direction or whatever their bands name is's most famous single, even thought they weren't even on the stage yet. It was getting quite annoying.

Suddenly the whole stadium went quiet. Fog rolled off the stage, and five figures started coming up on what I assumed was a lift.

"Hello, everyone!" Shouted what I assumed was one of the boys. His response? A million girls screaming. I rolled my eyes. Such fangirls. It disgusted me.

♫♫♫

"Now," The blonde one started- I remember Liz telling me that his name was like Neil or something like that- "we are going to sing one of my personal favorites!"

"But, we have a little twist on it!" The really hot one with the black hair and the high cheekbones continued.

"We are going to choose one- and only one- girl to come up on this stage," The practically bald one pointed to the stage while he told us, "and are going to sing to her!"

"Now, we have talked about this before, and we are going to bring up the girl who we want to sing to!" The curly haired one finished.

"Lets get a spotlight on our lucky lady," Sailor ordered, and the technical person- thingy did what he was told. The spotlight searched the audience for their 'lucky' girl.

And the spotlight suddenly stopped. But not just any girl on the audience. No- siree. It stopped on me.

Shit.