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1. hopelessxromanticoxo
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   April 7, 2012 11:25pm UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 14:
   Following the vague signs of a hotel explaining where the rooms were, we ended up at room 1607, and you could hear that everyone was in there, because there was a sudden burst of laughter. I knocked on the door, and I heard someone scream. Jordan and I both laughed, as Harry’s head peeked through the door,
   “We’ve been expecting you,” he said in a high, screetchy voice.
   “Hi Harry!” Jordan said, and he opened the door.
   “It’s our favorite American Girls!” he said, and gave us both hugs. We walked into the enormous suite, and in the living space, there was two couches, and a flat screen TV on the wall. Louis and Eleanor were sitting on the one couch, as Liam was sitting next to Niall. Danielle was sitting in a chair from the kitchen area, but I couldn’t find Zayn. One bedroom door was open, but the other was shut.
   “Hey guys!” everyone shouted.
   “Jordan!” Niall jumped up, and went to give her a hug. He was of course wearing the St. Patrick’s day version of the Phillies Jersey, which was green, with khaki’s and white Nike shoes. Liam was wearing a blue Phillies shirt with khakis as well, and matching blue shoes. Louis and Eleanor were both wearing red shirts, but Louis’s was like mine, and Eleanor was wearing a red zip up, the kind someone would find at Victoria’s secret, but I never particularly liked my sports clothes to be bedazzled. Danielle was wearing a white pinstriped jersey (like the actual jersey) half buttoned up, with a red tank top and skinny jeans and flip flops.
   “You guys really took our advice.” I laughed, and the all chuckled.
   “We wanted to blend in as much as possible.” Harry said, in a blue t-shirt, like Liam.
   “It’s great, people will think you’re natives.” I joked,
   “Until we open our mouths.” Liam said, and we laughed.
   “True. You gotta talk like a true South Philly person.” Jordan said, and then Niall added.
   “Oh, so you know how the fresh Prince was from west Philadelphia?”
   “Yea…” Jordan said,
   “Don’t tell me..” I said, and they all laughed and nodded their heads.
   “We drove through it today.”
   “And you’re still intact.” I laughed.
   “Scariest thing of my life!” Danielle shouted, and Eleanor nodded her head in agreement. Although we were already past this, I couldn’t help but feel inferior when we were with them. They just seemed to be so much more confident with themselves. It was just unsettling, I decided, and asked.
   “Where’s Zayn?”
   “Right here!” he said, on perfect cue, walking out of the closed door.
   “What were you doing so long big boy?” Louis asked.
   “You took my shower first, so I had to wait.” He laughed, and Louis nodded his head.
   “Sorry mate, the spider in my shower and I were not agreeing.”
   “Yea yea,” he said, and he walked over and hugged me.
   “Hi babe, how are you?”
   “I’m good how are you?” I said, and noticed his outfit. He had a red Phillies t-shirt on with jeans and white and red Nikes. He looked like he’d been pulling off the look all his life.
   “Great!” he said, and looked around.
   “What are we doing?”
   “Waiting for you.” Harry laughed, and said. “Time for dinner?!”
   “If everyone’s ready!” I said, and everyone got up to walk out.
   “Where should I put this?” I asked Zayn, and he took it, and turned around and put it in the room he just came from.
   “It’s my room don’t worry. No one will touch it.” He assured me, and we all stood in front of the elevators, waiting to be taken down to the first floor.
   
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2. hopelessxromanticoxo
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   April 7, 2012 11:22pm UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 13:
   I took a shower, and put my Herbal Essences mousse in my hair, and my other little trick, sprayed some salt water in it. Apparently that brought out the natural curl, but it usually worked with my hair. I blow dried it for a little, then let it air dry as I picked out my outfit. I grabbed my off-white Phillies shirt with number 27, Polanco on the back of it. I put on my favorite pair of skinny jeans, and my dark brown Rainbows. Thank God my toenails were presentable, with a baby blue that matched my fingernails. I adjusted my part, and put stray pieces of hair on their appropriate sides of the part, and put on my makeup. I didn’t want to look too done up just for a Phillies game, so I put on mascara, curled my lashes, and just lined my eyes with my brown pencil. I put on some tan shadow, to make it look as opaque as possible, with some light sparkle in the corner of my eyes taking the white eye shadow’s place. I put in my small fake diamond studs, one with a chained cuff that went to my cartilage. The only way I could dress up a Phillies jersey, I thought. I grabbed my North face, that wasn’t a typical heavy one, it was light and sporty, and light blue with darker blue sides. I told my mom I was leaving and going to pick up Jordan for the game, and that I was sleeping over Megan’s, which she completely bought.
   “Do you have your medicine?”
   “Yep!”I said, and shook my bag, which rattled with the bottle of Keppra XR in it. I drove my black little civic over to Jordan’s house, and she threw her stuff in the trunk and got in. She looked cute, she had jeans rolled up into capris with American Eagle flip flops. She was wearing a red Phillies shirt, with Utley on the back, and her hair was down with a side braid cascading the side of her head.
   “Hey!” I said as she got in.
   “Hey,” she said, and buckled as I turned around.
   “Your mom okay with you sleeping over at Megan’s?”
   “Yep” she said, and looked at me. “Literally genius of you.”
   “Thanks,” I said, and laughed, “I hate lying, but this was way too good to miss out on.” I said, then asked.
   “Can you put the GPS in on my phone; I don’t really know where the hotel is. I put the address in, I just don’t want to get lost.” She laughed, and after a few moments, my phone was directing me to the city.
   About 25 minutes later we were in South Philly, driving down the streets to Center City, where their hotel was.
   “How do you know your way around here?” Jordan asked.
   “I’m not sure, it’s kindof just second nature.” I said, remembering the so many times I was down here visiting my mom’s side of the family for Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, you name it. You could clearly tell the difference from South Philly and Center City, the small row homes turned into large skyscrapers, and when you looked up, you felt incredibly small.
   “Here’s where I don’t know too much.” I said, and after a few turns down some one way streets, we ended up at the Hilton.
   “Of course.” She said, and I pulled up to the front. I was planning on getting out and telling the front desk the situation, and asking where I should park my car, but Paul was patiently waiting outside, and waved as soon as we pulled up.
   “Hey!” I said, and rolled my window down as he walked over.
   “Hey girls, we have a spot for you down in the garage, and the boys and two girls are waiting for you upstairs.”
   “Alright I’ll go park, Jord you can go up with Paul.”
   “I can park it for you.” Paul offered.
   “Do you mind?” I asked, and he was already nodding.
   “Not a problem.”
   “Can you drive on the right side of the road?” I joked, and he smiled.
   “I think I’ll be okay.” He said, and I pulled the seat back so he could fit his legs in. We got our bags out of the trunk, and I walked back to the window.
   “Go to the 16th floor, and they all should be in room number 1607.” He said, and I said,
   “Once you’re parked, don’t forget to lock her up, and she doesn’t beep if you push the button twice.” I said, and he nodded his head, and slowly pulled away. Jordan and I walked into the lobby, where there was a group of girls with a bunch of CD’s and signs and such in a group, and a clerk was talking to them, and it sounded like he was telling them to leave.
   “Can you believe that’s not us?” Jordan asked me.
   “No.” I said, and we both laughed. We got in the first elevator available, and got on with a man in a business suit, who look exhausted from a long day. I pressed the 16th floor button, and he pushed something like 20. We road silently until it dinged that we were on the 16th floor, and we got off.
   
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3. hopelessxromanticoxo
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   April 7, 2012 12:20am UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 12:
   I woke up groggy and disoriented. I flipped my body over to glance at my alarm clock, and it was 9:23. I didn’t want to fall back asleep because I had to do something, but I didn’t remember what. I picked up my phone to check twitter, but the green light was flashing. I had a message, and it was from Zayn. I smacked myself in the face when I realized that last night actually happened, and wasn’t a dream. The message was sent at 8:17.
   “Morning to my favorite American girl :) the not-so-glamorous life of a band, getting up early after fun nights :/” I quickly typed back,
   “Aw, poor baby..make sure to drink your coffee this morning!” I grabbed the pill bottle off my night stand, poured two out, took them, and stood up and stretched. I looked at myself in the mirror, and literally laughed.
   “Wow Lauren.” I said to myself, “You look like a hot mess.” I laid in bed for a few minutes, texting Zayn for the particulars about later, so he could go to the signing and not have to worry about anything.
   “What time do you want to meet?” he asked.
   “Well, the game’s at 7:05, so I can take you guys to get something to eat at 6 for some really good pizza and cheesesteaks, and we can walk to the game.”
   “Niall likes the sound of cheesesteaks :) aha”
   “Alright, we can meet at the hotel?” I asked.
   “Yea, and they can drop us off at the restaurant, you can stay over the night if you want, so you don’t have to drive all the way back to your house late!” he offered. I would absolutely love to, but I’m not sure how my mom would take to me staying in a hotel in Philadelphia with a band we just met. I could lie my way out of it most likely.
   “we’ll see (:” I said, and he typed back.
   “hmm, that’s either completely promising or you letting me down easy. I’ll see you at 6 at the hotel, and we’ll ‘see’ from there. :)”
   “sounds good! (:”
   “sounds fabulous! Signing time, I’ll talk to you soon :)” he sent, and I answered.
   “have fun! (:” and I went for a jog. I figured if I was going to eat all that food, a jog wouldn’t kill me. I brought my phone with me, and ran out of the neighborhood. After a good 15 minutes of jogging in the neighborhood across the street from mine, I stopped, and caught my breath. In order to tell this lie, I needed to have everyone on the same page. I needed to call Jordan first to get her on the same page. The phone rang 3 times before she picked up.
   “Hello?”
   “Jordan, okay we’re going to the game, I’m picking you up at 5:30.”
   “Sounds good—“
   “but they offered for us to stay with them in the city overnight so we don’t have to drive back.”
   “Shoooooot.” She said, dragging out the oo.
   “I didn’t know what to say..” I began
   “I don’t want to say no.” she said.
   “My thoughts exactly,” which wasn’t so shocking, “So I was thinking. If I got Megan on the same page, we can say we’re going to sleep over her house tonight after we drive home with her from the game. These tickets are hers that she gave to me.” They were actually incredible seats, they were in the Hall of Fame section, that was private enough that the boys wouldn’t get mobbed.
   “You’re too good.” She said, and I continued.
   “I’ll just hope she trusts me enough so I don’t have to explain everything.”
   “So I should pack for an overnight?”
   “Yes,” I said,
   “What are you gonna do about your medicine?” she asked. I was silent.
   “I don’t know. I don’t want to tell him yet.”
   “Too soon.” She agreed.
   “We’ll figure something out.” I said, and I promised to call her back later. I then called Megan.
   “Hey Less!” she said when she answered.
   “Hey Meg! Okay, so you know how you gave me those tickets to the game today?” I asked.
   “Yea, are you still going?”
   “Yea, I am. Listen I’ll tell you everything later, I promise, I just need you to tell your mom that I’m coming over to sleep over after, in case my mom or Jordan’s mom asks.”
   “Less..” she said, trailing off. I paused. “You promise you’ll tell me EVERYTHING later?” she emphasized.
   “Of course I promise.” I said, and added, “Don’t worry I won’t get hurt or do anything illegal. It’s just a night in the city.” I said, and there was a silence.
   “Okay, but if you don’t tell me, I’m personally never talking to you ever again.”
   “You’re the best, you know that?” I told her, and she laughed, and we hung up. I texted Jordan, and told her we were in the clear, as I ran home. I laid outside for an hour trying to soak up some natural rays, and then I checked the time, and it was 4. I needed to start getting ready for our night in the city with the boys!
   
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4. hopelessxromanticoxo
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   April 4, 2012 11:44pm UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 11:
   “Hey you can take me home, right?” Jordan asked, and I just rolled my eyes.
   “No I’m leaving you here. You have to hitch a ride home.” And she laughed as we got in the car.
   “Can you just slap me really quick, so I know I’m not dreaming?” I asked, and she flicked my ear, and then said.
   “No, this is not a dream, because if it was someone would run up and shoot you in the chest.”
   “True.” I said, describing my reoccurring nightmare. I wake up crying every single time.
   “Did you get Niall’s number?” I asked, as I reversed out of the spot and started driving home.
   “He texted himself from my phone, so now we both have each other’s numbers.” She said, and freaked out.
   “This is not real life.” I kept repeating the entire ride home.
   “So what’s up for tomorrow?” she asked, and I thought for a moment.
   “Okay so I was thinking of getting something to eat at the Phillies game, and then after I can take them to get water ice.”
   “They need to get water ice, it’s the best.”
   “Trust me, I know.” I said, and laughed. “My cousin works in one, so I can tell him to stay open for us.” I said, and thought more. “After the game we can walk around South Philly or even Center City if we want to go.” I said, and she nodded her head.
   “Sounds fun, laid back but still stuff to do.” She said, and laid her head back in her seat.
   “Niall Horan has my number.”
   “Deep breaths. Don’t fangirl.” I said, and she laughed.
   “Oh please I did that in my room after you left. It’s all out now.” She said, and then said.
   “What are you wearing tomorrow?”
   “Hmm, I’m going to wear my hair curly, and a Phillies shirt, probably with jeggings and my rainbows.”
   “Okay, I’ll do the jean capris tomorrow.” She said, and we pulled into her neighborhood.
   “I’ll come pick you up and then we can drive to Philly or whatever we end up doing.” I said, and my phone buzzed, and she checked it.
   “It’s Zayynnn.” She sang, and I laughed and ripped it out of her hands.
   “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I said, and she got out of the car and ran into her house. I read my phone and the text from Zayn said,
   “thank you soo much again for tonight. The boys and I really had a lot of fun. :) xx”
   “I’m glad you had fun, Jordan and I both had a lot of fun too! (:” I typed as I sped home. When I got home I washed my face and brushed my teeth as I went on my iPad and checked the twitter I had missed for the whole day. At around 5ish (the math being done in my head from twitter’s standard “4 hours ago”) Zayn tweeted,
   “The city’s gonna save her :) xx.” HE LOVED MY SONG!! I thought, and laughed, when I saw the text from Jordan on my phone that screenshotted that tweet.
   “Great choice in songs.” I texted back, and then read the other text I got from Zayn, it said,
   “Niall has to be texting Jordan. His face keeps lighting up every time he checks his phone.”
   “No way, that is way too precious!!” I typed back, and just imagined him smiling and her practically screaming every time her phone vibrated. My phone buzzed, and Zayn said,
   “How should I prepare myself for tomorrow’s game? :)”
   “Well, if you wear a Phillies shirt, you’ll blend right in. Need to borrow one?”
   “I think I can handle it, anything I shouldn’t do?”
   “Don’t say anything bad about them, and everyone will love you. (:”
   “Everyone?”
   “Mostly everyone, probably not the other team.(:”
   “Good point, so should I bother to tell Niall not to wear the Yankee’s cap? :)”
   “If you want him to survive, he should leave that at the hotel.”
   “Ay ay captain :)” he said, and I laughed.
   “Alright I’m about to pass out, I’ll text you tomorrow?”
   “I’ll be up early for the signing, so I’ll be here whenever. Goodnight Lauren :) xx.”
   “night Bradford bad boy.(:”
   “hey, don’t hold it against me :) xx.”
   “I’ll try not to. (:” I said, and I put my phone on my night stand, and fell right asleep.
   
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5. hopelessxromanticoxo
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   April 4, 2012 12:08am UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 10:
   We all walked out, and Niall asked,
   “Is everything okay?”
   “Brilliant!” Danielle said, she had a strong personality, but not overpowering, which was a nice change.
   “Yea, we’re good.” Jordan said, and Zayn looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, when Louis cut him off.
   “Let’s do first round boys versus girls, we’ll go easy on you.” He winked at Eleanor, and she playfully shoved him.
   “Alright, we’ll see how this goes.” Jordan said, and we put on the chest pads that had the laser sensors in them, and glasses they gave us that resembled the 3D goggles you got when you were at the movies. We each got a laser gun, and they released us into opposite ends of the arena, and we decided to pair off, but it ended up being me with Eleanor and Jordan with Danielle. It was hard not to make things incredibly awkward, but Eleanor was nice, and we were having a quiet discussion, when she hushed me, and we heard footsteps, and Harry’s loud laughter. As they came across the corner, I shot Harry, and his vest lit up, when Louis shot me, and Eleanor shot Louis, and ran away.
   A short while later, Danielle came up with Jordan, with Niall, Zayn, and Liam’s chests glowing from getting shot with the laser.
   “Did the girls just win this round?” Danielle asked.
   “Yea, I was shot though.” I laughed, and Jordan shook her head at me.
   “It was a sacrifice kill, she got Harry, Louis got her, and I got Louis.” Eleanor explained.
   “Rookie mistake.” Zayn whispered under his breath as he walked by me, and I came back and said,
   “Look who’s talking.” And he smiled.
   “Let’s make this interesting.” Liam said, and we all turned to face him.
   “Let’s partner up, and whoever wins…”
   “Will get an extra special American surprise from Jordan and me.” I said,
   “Well what if one of the two Americans wins?” Niall asked.
   “Then they’ll get an extra special surprise from Danielle and myself.” Eleanor volunteered.
   “BRING IT ON!” Louis shouted, as he wrapped his arm around Eleanor and said, “Partner!”
   “I call Danielle!” Liam said,
   “Well I want the Irish one!” Niall said.
   “Niall, you’re the only Irish one here.” Harry said, and patted his back.
   “No, Jordan! Her last name is Ireland! So I want that Irish one!” and we all laughed.
   “We’ll triple up and have Harry on our team!” Louis said, and I looked up at Zayn.
   “Well looks like you’re stuck with the weakest link.” He smiled, and everyone separated to strategize.
   “I wouldn’t call it stuck.”
   “Really, what would you call it then?”
   “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him, and I shook my head back into focus.
   “Okay, how are we going to win this?”
   “Let’s just hide until everyone gets each other out, and then we’ll attack.”
   “Deal.” I said, and we ran to the back of the course, and sat in a corner close together so we weren’t able to be seen.
   We sat there for about twenty minutes, giggling and whispering and shhhing each other when we thought someone was coming, then we heard Harry yell,
   “Where’s Zayn and Lauren?” And we both looked at each other. We stood up and snuck quietly to the front, where everyone was standing in a circle, with everyone’s vest lit up apart from Harry.
   “How did Harry manage to not get hit?” I whispered to Zayn, and he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. I snuck around the corner, in position to hit Harry from behind, when Danielle saw me, and completely interrupted the conversation and shot me.
   “Shoot.” I said, and walked into the group. I tried to distract everyone so Zayn could have his chance, when everyone ran to where I came from. I heard a feminine scream, most likely from Louis, and Zayn came back with his vest lit up.
   “Sorry, I messed it up.” He smiled and shook his head.
   “It’s alright, I left my gun back where we were hiding anyways.” And everyone laughed.
   “How do you forget your gun?” Liam asked, and he shrugged. We all walked out into the lobby where Paul was waiting.
   “What time is it?” Zayn asked me.
   “It’s 11.” Paul answered.
   “We have a signing tomorrow morning, but other than that, we’re free for the rest of the day.” Zayn said, and we circled up again.
   “Okay, well there’s a Phillies game tomorrow night, if you’re interested in going.”
   “Is that baseball?” Niall asked.
   “Yes,” Jordan laughed, and I said,
   “My friend has tickets that she said we could use, if you all want to go. It’s one of the best ways to see Philly. There’s funny people, crazy stories, and really good food.”
   “I’m in.” Niall said, and we all laughed.
   “Sounds fun.” Harry said, and Danielle nodded her head.
   “Now I’m interested, we wanna go, right Liam?”
   “Of course.”
   “We’ll come too.” Eleanor said, as Louis stood with his arms around her.
   “Sounds like a lot of fun!” Zayn said to me, and I pulled my phone out and asked,
   “Alright, who should I call to schedule details with.”
   “Here, I’ll text myself from your phone.” Zayn said, taking my phone from my hand, and typing quickly. I’m pretty sure I saw Niall steal Jordan’s phone from her hand, but I wasn’t entirely sure.
   “We can meet at our hotel, and you can take us from there, Miss ‘Souphilly.’” Zayn smiled at me, and handed me my phone back.
   “Hey, don’t make fun of the accent.”
   “I actually love it.” He said, and I shook my head.
   “But it’s just so, American.” I laughed.
   “No, you have your own spin on it. And hey, I’m not used to American accents, so I like it.” He laughed, and we all walked out. Zayn walked over to my car, and I stood in front of the driver’s door, as he said,
   “Thank you for everything today. It’s really nice to meet someone so incredibly down to earth. I know it’s hard with all we have to do.” He said, and leaned his shoulder against the car, bringing himself eye level to me.
   “I’m glad you had fun. Tomorrow will be hilarious. You’ll meet some of the craziest people you’ve ever met. It’s going to be fun.” I smiled, and he mirrored mine.
   “Can’t wait.” He said, and I heard their car start.
   “Oops, don’t want them to leave without me!” and he quickly picked me up into a hug, and kissed my cheek, before he ran off to their car, and shouted a goodbye before he shut his door, and I just leaned back against the car as I saw Jordan running toward my car. What the hell just happened?
   
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6. hopelessxromanticoxo
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   April 3, 2012 12:47am UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 9:
   I saw a tall slender girl with wild curly hair and dark skin talking, with a smaller girl with chestnut brown hair standing next to her. Next thing I know Liam is embracing her, and Louis picked up the smaller girl and spun her around in a circle. It sank my stomach when I realized that Danielle Peazer, Liam’s girlfriend, and Eleanor Calder, Louis’s girlfriend just walked into the room. It didn’t sink my stomach that I didn’t want them to come, I could have cared less, just the fact that they were there. They made me feel much more ordinary, like this extraordinary occurrence was just that. Nothing more. I looked over at Jordan, and her jaw was two centimeters short of dropping to the ground, as all the guys gave Danielle and Eleanor a hug.
   “Long time no see!” Danielle said, as her red leggings framed her perfectly long legs with a tanktop vest and a flowing tanktop underneath was designed to her perfect figure. Eleanor was wearing jeans with a striped baby pink blouse that hung in all the right places. I’ve never felt more inferior in my whole life, and Liam turned around at me smiling, and said,
   “Danielle, you have to meet our new American friends! This is Lauren, she gave us the most delicious ice cream today. Well, I had a milkshake,” he said, and I felt her and Eleanor look me up and down, and then Liam gestured over to Jordan and say, “This is her friend who works with her, Jordan. They just took us out to get sushi, and it was absolutely out of this world!” I saw their eyes look her up and down, as well, and I felt her want to go hide in the nearest corner, as I had. These girls were practically perfect, how could I have thought that I was even half decent enough to spend time with this band. They were larger than life, and my life especially. I had to take deep breaths to hold myself from crying. Jordan looked over at me, and then back at everyone.
   “We’re going to run to the bathroom really fast.” She said, and we excused ourselves from the room, and down one corridor, into the girls’ room.
   “What. The. Hell.” I said, and leaned against the wall, and sunk to the floor.
   “I don’t know what just happened.” She said, pacing back and forth. I let a few tears slide.
   “I don’t know what I was thinking, thinking we could hang out with people like them. I mean look at them.” I said, and my voice cracked from the tears.
   “We’re in so far over our heads.” She agreed.
   “Look at us!” I said, “Two girls who’ve never known anything other than school and sports, and there’s a freaking world famous band, a girl who’s danced with more famous bands than I’ll ever know, and a freaking model.” I said.
   “I’ve never felt smaller.” She said, and I agreed. There was a knock on the door, and a small high voice asked,
   “Are you okay?” I jumped up, and quickly wiped the makeup that ran from my eyes, and Eleanor peeked her head in.
   “Hey, are you two okay?” she asked, and Danielle peeked her head in behind her.
   “Yea, just needed to use the bathroom.” I said, and fixed my hair.
   “Sorry if we scared you.” Danielle said, walking into the bathroom, “I just always love making fun of them. We haven’t properly met, I’m Danielle.” She said, and shook my hand. I smiled, such a British thing to do.
   “I’m Lauren.”
   “I’m Jordan.” She said, shaking her hand, and Eleanor said,
   “I’m Eleanor. I’m really sorry we didn’t mean to scare you off like that.”
   “Did it really look that bad?” I asked, and they both laughed.
   “Yea, you looked like you just saw your dead grandmother’s ghost.” Danielle said, and I laughed at that. Jordan said,
   “We’re sorry. It’s just been such an overwhelming day.”
   “It’s a lot to take in.” I agreed, and they both nodded their head.
   “Don’t let us intimidate you, trust me. We’re the two biggest goofballs you’ll ever meet.” Eleanor said, and I smiled.
   “I was shocked you came here.” I smiled, “I didn’t know you were coming, they didn’t mention anything.”
   “Yea, we were going to surprise them. They picked up two more girls to our group El.” Danielle elbowed Jordan.
   “We’re just friends right now.” Jordan said,
   “Yea, but don’t worry not for long.” Eleanor said, “Niall wouldn’t spend his time with just anyone.”
   “And you,” Danielle said, pointing at me, “Liam told me Zayn can’t even look straight when he’s with you.”
   “What? He’s fine when he’s with me..” I said, confused.
   “Don’t worry about it.” She laughed, and said,
   “Bradford Bad Boy meets a good girl.”
   “Why does everyone keep calling me a good girl?” I asked, and Eleanor and Jordan laughed.
   “Do you have a tattoo?” Danielle asked.
   “No…” I said.
   “You’re a good girl.” She smiled, and we all walked out of the bathroom to rejoin the boys.
   
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7. hopelessxromanticoxo
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   April 3, 2012 12:39am UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 8:
   “So tell me more about yourself. Have you lived here your whole life?” he asked,
   “Yea, I’m actually incredibly boring.” I laughed, and looked up at him, and my tummy tickled when our eyes connected. There were no other words to describe it. I swallowed, and continued,
   “I’ve lived here since I was born, went to the same school for 12 years. It’s really bad. That’s why after I graduate, I plan on doing everything.”
   “Everything?” he asked, intrigued, “What do you mean by everything?”
   “Everything I can’t do in this small down. I wrote it all down on my bucket list.” I smiled, and he laughed.
   “You have a bucket list. Name a few things.”
   “Let’s see, 36. Go sky diving and bungee jumping. 13. Own all of the NCIS seasons on DVD. 15. Be a contestant on the amazing Race. 20. Crowd Surf.”
   “That was fun,” he reminisced, and I laughed.
   “Exactly, I don’t want to be old and gray before I realize I should have done something with my life.”
   “I understand.” He nodded his head, “That’s why I auditioned for the X-Factor, sort of. And well, look what it turned into.”
   “Is there a specific order to this list?” he asked.
   “No, I’ll have to show it to you sometime.” I said, and our food came out. Everyone looked at me after the waiter left to show them what to do.
   “Alright, you can eat it with your hands, or with your chopsticks. I’m chopstick challenged, so I use my hands, but you can try.” I started, “You can put some soy sauce if you want to try it, and just try all of them.” I laughed, and everyone started at the meal. Zayn and I tried to use our chopsticks, and he laughed at my several failed attempts to use them. He was pretty decent with his, and picked up a piece of sushi, and dipped the end of it into his soy sauce bowl.
   “I got one!” he cheered, and as he looked up, he elbowed me and nodded his head forward, towards Jordan and Niall. They were sword fighting aimlessly with their chopsticks, as their gazes were locked on each other, and they were deep in conversation. I giggled, and Zayn smiled,
   “Too cute.” He said, and took a bite of his first piece of sushi. I paused, and gauged his reaction to it, as he thought about it for a second.
   “This is actually really good!” he said, and finished the piece. I took a bite of mine, and everyone kept trying the new ones, and everyone generally liked them! Every now and then, there was an “Ewwww,” but it was generally good. The waiter came over to Paul, and when everyone stood up ready to leave, I said,
   “Wait, I didn’t pay.”
   “Don’t worry about it.” Zayn said, and I looked up at him and pouted.
   “You’re showing us around, it’s the least we could do.” I stood straight up, and put my hands on my hips. He just laughed, and put his hands on my shoulders, and turned me around to walk me out.
   “Time to lasertag?!” Louis asked, as he ran to the car.
   “No one knows we’re here.” Liam calmly said, as he walked next to me. “So, how do you play lasertag?”
   “You get partner up, and last two standing win. We can play a few rounds.” I said, as we parted ways to drive there. It took us about ten minutes to get there, and we all walked in the place, as Paul scoped it out. We were all standing in the lobby waiting, when someone opened the door, and everyone turned to the door, as I heard a high British voice say,
   “You expect to go to the States and play lasertag without us?!”
   
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9. hopelessxromanticoxo
   posted a quote
   March 28, 2012 12:25am UTC
   Something to Believe In
   part 6:
   “Any requests?” Zayn asked, as he plugged his iPod into the car jack. I shook my head, and Niall shouted,
   “David Guetta!” and Zayn’s head went down as he searched for a good song to put on.
   “How’s your driving record?” Niall asked,
   “My driving record?” I asked, confused.
   “Yea, like how many times have you gotten stopped by the police?” he asked.
   “None! I’m a good girl!”
   “A good girl, and the Bradford bad boy.” Niall laughed, as Zayn put on Turn me On, “That’s not going to work.”
   “Enough out of the leprechaun,” as Zayn reached his hand back to hit Niall in the leg, and Niall kicked his seat, and I felt the car shaking.
   “I really don’t want to get in a car accident.” Jordan said, as Zayn pulled his hand back up to the front, and they both laughed.
   “Yea, I don’t either.” I agreed.
   “Well you’re the one driving!” Niall shouted from the back.
   “We’ll be fine.” Zayn said, and looked at me. I saw him from the corner of my eye, but I would not take my eyes off the road.
   “Mind if I put the windows down?” I asked, as I reached my hand to the door. Zayn looked at me with concern in his eyes.
   “Won’t people recognize us?”
   “Not here!” I laughed as trees engulfed the car’s surroundings.
   “Do it!” Niall shouted, and Zayn smiled as he gave in,
   “Fine!” and I rolled all the windows down, and turned up the music, as Zayn put on Good Feeling, and I immediately heard Niall singing from the back. I kept checking to see if Paul and the rest of the guys were still behind us, and they were a safe following distance behind us. After I saw them, I looked lower and saw Niall and Jordan both singing, and smiled to myself. They were way too adorable, I thought, and Zayn looked at me to see why I was smiling, and I nodded my head to the back of the car, and he glanced back, and mimicked my smile.
   We finally got to Jordan’s neighborhood, and I pulled right in front of her house. The black SUV slid right in front of me, and we all got out of the car.
   “Don’t worry Zayn, no one will recognize you here either.” I joked, as he looked both ways of the empty street of the neighborhood. He laughed as he helped pull Niall out of the back of the car. We rejoined Louis, Liam, and Harry, and walked down her driveway into her house.
   “My parents are at Mini’s game, so just don’t break anything.” She joked as she let us all in.
   “Who’s Mini?” Liam asked,
   “Her sister, who looks just like her.” I answered,
   “But tinier.” She defended, and we walked into her kitchen. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She said, and she headed up the stairs. I followed her upstairs to help her pick out an outfit.
   “What should I wear?” she asked, and walked into her room.
   “It needs to be cute, but casual.” I said, mentally deciding what would be acceptable and unacceptable.
   “And I need to able to move around in it.” She said.
   “So that leaves out flip flops..” I said, tearing through her closet, and I picked up her black Tom’s and threw them at her.
   “You’re wearing these.”
   “Are jeggings good pants to wear?” she asked, going through her drawer.
   “Perfect!” I said, and found a white tank top with black accents, and paired it with a baby blue cardigan, and turned around to show her.
   “Approved?” I asked, and she nodded her head.
   “Looks good.” She agreed, and I put it on her bed. “I’m going to braid my hair.”
   “That’s cute!” I agreed, as I took mine out of the ponytail, and brushed out the bump in my hair with my fingers. It wasn’t too stubborn today, so I figured I would clip half of it up when I got to my house.
   “Alright, I’ll finish, just go make sure they haven’t torn apart my house yet.” She laughed, as I walked downstairs, and Louis was sitting next to Niall and Harry at the bar stools, Liam was sitting on one of her counters, and Zayn was leaning against her counter, and they were all on their phones.
   “Tweeting?” I asked, and they all silently nodded their heads.
   “Well while you’re on, go follow me!”
   “What’s your name?” Liam asked,
   “@lessismore6” I said, and after they finished typing, Zayn looked up and said,
   “You never told me why she calls you Less.”
   “Oh, it’s just a combination of my first and last name. My hoodies would read L.Esposito, so people would read it as Lespo, and pronounce it like ‘Lesbo’ but that wasn’t okay, so everyone just called me Less, and it caught on.”
   “What’s a hoodie?” Harry asked.
   “A sweatshirt, with a hood on it.” I laughed. “I didn’t think Americans had this much slang. Wait until tomorrow, I’m really going to lose you.”
   “Oh, right.” Zayn laughed, “Souphilly.”
   “You’ll be a pro by the time I’m done with you.”
   “We’ll be American by the time you’re done with us.” Liam argued.
   “We have a very strong culture, what can I say?” I laughed, and then I heard Jordan say.
   “You can drive us to your house, cause I’m done,” as she walked in. Niall’s face lit up, but then he caught himself, and recomposed his face.
   “Are we ready to leave?” I asked, and everyone nodded.
   “That was fast.” Louis commented.
   “Yea, I’m definitely going to take longer.” I said, as we all walked out the front door.
   “Doubt it,” I heard Zayn say to me under his breath, and when I looked at him, he just looked away, and smiled.
   “Shut up” I smiled, and he just laughed.
   “I never said anything.”
   
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10. hopelessxromanticoxo
    posted a quote
    March 27, 2012 12:18am UTC
    Something to Believe In
    part 5:
    “Yea, it’s not in the city it’s out here, but I could take you guys!”
    “Yesssss let’s go!” Niall said, and looked up at Liam.
    “Daddy Liam, can we please go?”
    “It’s not up to me, ask Paul!”
    “As long as I come and make sure it’s okay, we can check it out.”
    “Wait, can you get off of work?” Zayn asked, and I looked down at my work uniform, and up at Patty who was giving me her thinking face.
    “You know what, don’t worry about it. I’ll have someone come in, you two can leave it’s not a big deal.”
    “Really?!” I asked, and she nodded her head. “Thanks Patty, I owe you for this!” and hugged her. She was taken aback by the hug, but everyone laughed, and Harry stood up and shouted,
    “Let’s go!”
    “We can go out this back door,” I offered, peeking through the window. There were about 20 girls top still outside, but they would cause such a scene. “If you pull the car around, it comes right in front of the door.” I said, and looked at Paul. The boys were clueless with this, as was Jordan, and her and Niall were still going at the ice creams.
    “I don’t have much more room.” She said, as she dutifully ate a tiny bit of red velvet.
    “Me neither,” said Niall, and he put it back in the freezer, and leaned against it. The rest of the guys were just listening to what we were plotting.
    “How will you get there?” Liam asked,
    “I drove here, so my car’s here.” I said, and Liam looked shocked.
    “You’re 17 and you drive?”
    “Yea?” I giggled, and looked at Jordan. She looked just as confused as I was. “I’ve had my license for like 7 months now.”
    “Not fair.” He said, and shook his head.
    “Hey Liam, maybe she can give you a few pointers.” Harry joked, and elbowed Louis, as they both laughed.
    “Real funny,” he said, and Jordan interrupted and asked,
    “Would I be able to get ready?”
    “Yea, I need to too.” I said, and looked down as I took my apron off, revealing my blue tshirt and black yoga pants with my stained shoes from too many late Friday and Saturday nights working.
    “Can we go to Jordan’s house, wait for her to get ready, go to my house, and I’ll change really quick, and we can go from there?” I asked. Paul nodded his head,
    “As long as that’s okay with the guys.” They all looked indifferent until Zayn spoke up and said,
    “Yea, that’s completely fine.” Niall looked at Jordan, and said,
    “You don’t drive, right?” and she laughed,
    “Nooo, not yet.” And he looked relieved.
    “Alright good, me either. But we can drive you to your house, as long as, well you tell us how to get there.” She giggled, and looked at me, unsure of what to do.
    “Are you gonna leave me by myself?” I asked, and jokingly pouted.
    “I’m actually curious to see you drive,” Zayn said and looked at Niall. “We can take the leprechaun with us,” and Niall just lit up at his nickname.
    “Paul, do you trust me?” I asked, and he looked me up and down, as I grabbed my keys out of the locker. “Here’s my license, in case you don’t trust me.” My license picture was probably one of my better pictures, surprisingly. I had just gotten back from a two week trip from the beach, and my crazy curls were actually cooperating with me. Louis snuck behind Paul, and grabbed my ID from my hands.
    “Nice picture, you have Harry hair.” And he petted Harry on the head.
    “Yea, I straightened it today though.” I said, and tugged at my long ponytail.
    “Why?” Zayn asked.
    “I don’t know.” I looked at him, and smiled. “It was a straight hair kinda day.”
    “You can drive in front of us.” Paul finally agreed skeptically, and added, “No pit stops.”
    “No sir.” I turned to face him with a serious face, but I couldn’t keep it very long.
    “Perfect!” Niall said, and Paul again directed me,
    “Go show them where to pull the car up.” I grabbed my keys from Louis, which had my license in the Vera Bradley wallet attached to my turquoise University of Pittsburgh lanyard. I walked out calmly with another guy around the corner, and up to my car, Sheila. I carefully backed out of the spot and drove around the lot until the black SUV appeared in my rearview mirror, and the man waved to me. I pulled around the back of Maggie Moo’s, right in front of the door, and the man was on the phone, and then pointed to the door swinging open. Zayn, Niall, and Jordan walked over to my car, and Jordan and Niall slid across the back seat. I adjusted the seat so that Zayn could sit down on it.
    “Sorry, two door car problems.”
    “It’s alright!” Zayn smiled and I looked back at Niall’s squished legs.
    “Sorry Niall!”
    “Don’t worry, remember, I’m a leprechaun!” and we all laughed, he then added,
    “Ohh yea we have DJ Malik with us!” and I told everyone to buckle up, and drove out of the parking lot, and stopped at the red light.
    
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11. hopelessxromanticoxo
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    March 25, 2012 11:53pm UTC
    Something to Believe In
    part 4:
    We walked back to where the guys were sitting, and Niall asks,
    “So Jordan, did Lauren tell you how we ended up back here?”
    “No, what happened?” she asked, and Liam explained,
    “We were just trying to order ice cream, when a bunch of girls came running at us and we had to hide, so we came back here, and we’re just waiting until they all leave.”
    “Where are you guys headed for tonight?”
    “We’re going to the city tonight, and we’ll be here for a couple days.” Harry said, and flipped his hair. Zayn was awfully quiet, as he just sat there and quietly ate his ice cream. He was carefully taking in his surroundings, and as our gazes met, he just smiled, and I asked,
    “How’s the ice cream?”
    “AMAZING!” Niall quickly said, and Zayn nodded his head,
    “This is delicious. Great choice.” He smiled, and I smiled at him, and looked away, afraid to hold his gaze for too long.
    “Yes, I have to say, this is one of the best milkshakes I’ve ever had.” Liam claimed, as he threw the now empty cup away.
    “Do you want anything else?” I asked.
    “No thank you.” Liam said, leaning back and patting his stomach, “If I have any more, my trousers won’t fit.”
    “Liam you’re such a girl, pft your trousers won’t fit.” Harry said,
    “Niall is the only one who can miraculously eat whatever he wants without gaining weight.” Liam said, and we all looked at Niall, who had scraped his bowl clean.
    “What?” he asked, confused.
    “Nothing.” Zayn said, chuckling to himself, as he still worked on finishing his ice cream. Louis didn’t get anything, and Harry just noticed.
    “Louis, why didn’t you get anything?”
    “I ate too much of the samples, and the gummy bears.” He said, and looked shamefully at the ground.
    “Understandable.” Liam said, as he looked through the book with the ice cream recipes in it.
    “Can you keep a secret?” I asked, and he looked confused.
    “If you tell anyone what’s in our ice cream, I might have to kill you.” He laughed, as did everyone else and me.
    “I can keep a secret.” He laughed, as he continued to look through it. Niall got up, and was looking through the freezers.
    “Can I try some more?” he asked.
    “Sure, try all of them if you want!” I offered, and his eyes grew twice the size.
    “Really?!” he asked excitedly.
    “Of course, I know it’s been Jordan’s goal to try all of them.”
    “Do it with me!” he offered, and she happily went to join him to try at least 30 different kinds of ice cream.
    “I don’t understand how you don’t weigh 150 kilos from working here.” Louis said, as he slumped in his seat.
    “What?” I asked, confused. “Kilos?”
    “Oh right, you Americans use pounds?”
    “Oh I get it, and I take it 150 is a lot?” I asked, and they all laughed at me, and I was looking around, and Zayn nodded his head.
    “Yes, it’s about 330 pounds.” He laughed.
    “Oh Jeez,” I said, and laughed. “Yea I’ve worked here for a year I’m surprised I’m not a whale.”
    “A whole year?!” Harry asked, shocked. “You must never eat!”
    “Trust me, I eat.” I laughed, and challenged, “How do you think I knew what to recommend, I have to do something when there’s no one here.” Zayn laughed at that, and it grew silent. Niall and Jordan were only on the second freezer when I looked back at them. We had five in total, so they had a decent way to go.
    “So, how do you guys like America?” I asked.
    “It’s amazing!” Liam said first. “You do everything so fast here! Like you, you even talk fast!” I blushed.
    “What?” I looked around, and they all nodded their heads. “Sorry, it’s just something I do!”
    “It’s not a bad thing,” Zayn said, and we made eye contact again, “It’s funny, you just say so much in a short amount of time.”
    “I just always have a lot to say.”
    “Sounds a lot like me.” Louis said, and he stuck his finger in Harry’s ice cream and licked it.
    “Mmmm, that is good.”
    “So Lauren,” Harry asked, and swatted and Louis’ hand going for the double dip, “What is there fun to do in the city of Philadelphia?”
    “There’s some fun things to do, I mean I’m familiar with South Philly because my mom grew up there and I go there a lot, but I’m not good with Center City, but I know a lot of things to do out here.”
    “Wait,” Zayn said, “Where’s your mum from?”
    “South Philly,” I said, and looked around at the boys, and they all smiled. “What?”
    “Another American thing, I guess.” He said, and shook his head. “What is ‘Souphilly?’”
    “Oh, sorry.” I blushed again, realizing that I had put the two words together. “It’s South Philadelphia, when you go there, it’s just South Philly.”
    “Is it supposed to sound like one word?” Liam asked.
    “Yea, if you want it to.” I laughed. “I could show you guys around down there if you want while you’re here.”
    “That would be awesome!” they all said, and Zayn nodded his head, “Yea, we’d love a native to show us around!”
    “Alright, but the way to experience South Philly is through the food and the people.” I said, as the wheels in my head started turning.
    “Sounds brilliant!” I heard Niall shout, when I mentioned the word food.
    “When should we do this?” I asked.
    “Are you free tomorrow night?” Louis asked.
    “I think I’ll have to check, but I don’t work tomorrow.”
    “Less, we have to take them lasertagging!” Jordan shouted from the freezers.
    “What?!” Harry said excitedly, and Zayn looked at me, “Who’s Less?”
    “It’s her nickname for me, it’s a long story.”
    “You’ll have to tell me that one.” He said, and Louis asked again,
    “Can we please go lasertagging?! It sounds like so much fun!”
    
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12. hopelessxromanticoxo
    posted a quote
    March 25, 2012 12:44am UTC
    Something to Believe In
    part 3:
    “Sure!” I laughed, and realized I had completely forgotten why they were here in the first place. “You can look through the freezers and I can make them for you. You’re more than welcome to eat them back here because the girls haven’t left yet.” I said, and looked through the window and they were all still sitting outside. The boys stood up and started looking through all the freezers for ice cream flavors, and I brought back the sampling spoons for them to try a flavor that they wanted.
    “Can I have a milkshake? I’m not a fan of spoons.” Liam asked.
    “Of course!” I laughed, “What kind do you want?”
    “What do you recommend?” he asked.
    “I like cookies and cream, but if you want a smoothie I’d recommend the mango one, or if you want something sweeter there’s birthday cake with Oreos in it, and that’s my favorite.”
    “Brilliant! I’ll have that please!” he said, and I walked out and started making a milkshake, and another girl popped her head in.
    “Who are you making that for?” she asked.
    “I’m making myself some, I’m hungry.” I lied.
    “What kind?”
    “It’s cotton candy with gummy bears in it.” I lied again, and she made a disgusted face, and walked out. I scooped and blended the milkshake, and brought it back to Liam, who tried it, and his whole face lit up.
    “Wow that is delicious!” Louis then started singing “Milkshake” by Kelis, and they all broke out into laughter.
    “I don’t remember what was in what I wanted.” Harry said as he looked through the book of flavors again, not finding what he wanted.
    “I’ll get you another list.” I offered, and walked out front. We had a stand up frame on top of the sneeze guard that doubled as a cheat-cheat for what was in the combinations. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Jordan, who I knew loved One Direction, and said,
    “Don’t ask questions, just put on black pants and a t-shirt and show up to Maggie Moo’s like you’re going to work. Wear close-toed shoes, and hurry the hell up.” She’d better get here fast, and I quickly added,
    “Go around the back.” And I brought back the list for Harry.
    “Thanks!” he said, and he Louis and Niall all huddled around it looking for one they wanted.
    “Which do you recommend?” Zayn asked, still sitting on the desk.
    “I like chocolate and peanut butter things.” I said, “So I get vanilla with peanut butter, Reese’s pieces, and peanut butter cups in it.”
    “Ohhhh!” Niall said, and looked up at me like I was the second coming of Christ. “Can you make me that one?!”
    “Of course!” I said, and looked at Zayn who was shaking his head.
    “That sounds good, but I really liked the cake batter.” He said, and his brow was furrowed in thought. The way he said batter made me laugh, and then I suggested,
    “I usually have birthday cake with chocolate covered pretzels and a ton of caramel.”
    “That sounds perfect!” he said, and I ran out to make Niall’s and his ice creams. Most of the girls had gone away, except for the red head and a few others. I scooped Niall’s first, and then mixed Zayn’s. I put extra caramel in it because caramel was my favorite so I figured it would taste good. I brought both of them back, and got them each a cone to eat with it, even though I put it in bowls.
    “Harry, what can I get for you?”
    “I’ll have the better batter boogie board.” The way he said that made me laugh, as I heard him stumble over the words in the name.
    “My sister gets that all the time!” I commented, and Liam elbowed him.
    “How old’s your sister?”
    “She’s the same age as me, 17.” I said, and they all looked up at me.
    “Twins?!” Harry asked.
    “Triplets, actually. I have a brother who is 17 too.” I laughed, and they all stared at me.
    “That’s awesome!” Niall said, as he took a huge spoonful of his ice cream, and ate it.
    “Hold on let me make this and I’ll talk to you more about it in a second.” I said, and ran out and quickly scooped Harry’s ice cream and mixed it on the slab. The redhead stuck her head in and said,
    “I’m not leaving until I see One Direction. There’s no other way out other than here.” She smiled evilly, and shut the door and sat on the chair, giving me darts with her eyes. I just laughed, and brought Harry his ice cream in the back, and they all were satisfied with what they were eating. I offered something to Paul, but he was lactose intolerant.
    “Hey so is my friend. She’s coming in for her shift soon, but she’s coming in the back.” I quickly lied, hoping Jordan understood the text enough to come in. Patty was oblivious to all of this, because she was just going at cakes and whipping them out, because we were pretty much empty.
    “What’s her name?” Liam asked, as he spun his straw around in his milkshake.
    “Jordan, we go to the same school, she’s just a year younger than me.” I heard a quiet knock on the back door, and they all look shocked.
    “Don’t worry, it’s probably her.” Paul started walking back with me.
    “There’s a hole, I can see if there’s anyone with her.” I said, and quickly peeped through the whole, to see Jordan standing there, looking around. She was so confused, but luckily she was by herself.
    “Hey!” I said, as I opened the door. She looked at me for a second, and I just nodded my head backward, and she looked past me and saw the boys sitting there.
    “Oh, my, God.” She whispered, as she walked in, and I made sure the door was securely closed.
    “Hey guys, this is Jordan.” I walked her in, and handed her an apron, hoping she would just go along with it.
    “Hey!” she smiled, and Patty looked up at me, as she finished boxing a cake.
    “Patty, here, I’ll get the door for you, and Jordan you have to clock in, be right back!” I said, and all three of us walked out from the back and into the front.
    “Alright, who are you?” Patty asked, as politely as possible. I could understand how confused she was though.
    “Patty, please pretend she works here, I just wanted her to meet the guys, I promise she’ll leave as soon as they do, and she can even work, she’ll make things up as she goes along.” I said, and she just laughed and said,
    “Alright, but if Mark and Rhonda ask,”
    “All my fault.”
    “I didn’t know anything.” She said, and put the cake in the front freezer, I turned to Jordan, who was tying her apron on.
    “Act calm.” I said, and she argued,
    “I don’t know anything about here!”
    “Don’t worry about it, just go along with everything I say.”
    “How long have I worked here?” she asked,
    “Doesn’t matter, just say you lost your normal shirt and broke your nametag, that’s all we need to cover.” I said, and she just sighed.
    “I can’t believe this actually happened.” And I laughed, because I still couldn’t believe this was real life.
    
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13. hopelessxromanticoxo
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    March 24, 2012 6:30pm UTC
    march 26th is national purple day!
    it would mean a lot to me if you all could put your quotes in purple. purple is epilepsy's color and march 26th is the day for everyone to wear purple to support ones that you love with epilepsy! i have epilepsy and it would mean so much if everyone could put their quote in purple or wear purple that day! if you want to, you can watch this video too : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzTd4M5lvLM
    
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14. hopelessxromanticoxo
    posted a quote
    March 24, 2012 6:06pm UTC
    Something to Believe In
    part 2:
    I bent down to grab a rag from the bucket with cleaning solution and ring it out when I heard the bell on the front door ring and I heard footsteps walking in. Maybe if I stay under here Patty will handle them, when I glanced to the back, I saw her juggling two cakes and slamming the freezer shut. Welp, Lauren, that’s your cue. I threw the rag back into the bucket, and stood up.
    “Woo, peekaboo.” This one guy said who was standing in front of the ice cream cabinet with his arm around another guy. The one who had spoken had brown hair that was sort of defying gravity, with it flaring to the side. His eyes were shining blue with little spots of black pupils in the middle. The guy who he had his arm around had curly hair. He was staring at all the different types of candy we had in front of the slab. I glanced over to the ice cream cabinet when I saw one guy with blonde hair staring at it like he’d never seen ice cream before, and I had to stifle a laugh. He was adorable though, with his blonde hair going a bunch of different directions and his blue eyes curiously wandering over all the different flavors we had. Next to him was a guy with Justin Bieber hair, who was reading all of the signs behind my head, which listed everything we had, and I never bothered to use them. A guy with dark complexion and black hair styled neatly on top of his head, and shaved sides was reading the sign to the side with all of the ice cream combinations we could make. They overall looked very confused.
    “Hi, how are you?” I asked.
    “Good,” the Justin Bieber-haired one answered.
    “Fabulous” said “peekaboo” boy.
    “Great.” The curly haired one responded.
    “Is this all edible?!” the blonde one asked, and the dark haired on in the back didn’t say a word.
    “Yea, it’s all ice cream, except for the sorbets.” I pointed out, and walked over to in front of the ice cream, and rinsing off spoons.
    “What can I g-“ my voice completely cracked,”-et for you?” I asked, and laughed, they held back their giggles.
    “Sorry, just went through puberty right in front of you,” I looked down and smiled, as I felt my face turn bright red. They all laughed.
    “That’s brilliant!” the curly haired one exclaimed as he laughed a little harder. They all looked incredibly familiar, but no it couldn’t have been. Then when the dark one in the back made eye contact with me, it all made sense.
    “Oh, My, God.”
    “What?!” the blonde one asked,
    “You guys are One Direction, you’re amazing!” I laughed. “Don’t worry I won’t freak out, I just can’t believe you’re here, in Maggie Moo’s!”
    “Yea we were stopping here before we went into the city.” Justin Bieber-hair said,
    “I’m sorry, I get your names confused a little.” I blushed even redder.
    “It’s fine, it happens a lot here in the states.” The one with curly hair said, “I’m Harry,”
    “I’m Louis,” the one with hair that defied the laws of gravity said.
    “I’m Liam,” Justin Bieber-hair said.
    “I’m Niall,” said the one with blonde hair,
    “And I’m Zayn.” The dark haired one in the back said, and smiled. I instinctively smiled back, and then I noticed this guy with a dark jacket on near the door say,
    “Uh, guys, we need to leave.” I glanced behind him when I saw a bunch of girls were running across the parking lot.
    “We can’t go out that way!” Harry said, and the guy braced the door to hold it shut so the girls couldn’t open it.
    “Come in the back!” I offered, and they all looked at him and he nodded his head, and they all ran back behind the divider that came up to my hip and swung back and forth. They all ran past the sink and Patty looked incredibly confused.
    “Crazy girls out front, they need to hide back here for a little.” I said.
    “Okay,” she said nonchalantly and went back to making her cakes. Normally we had a door propped open so we could walk back and forth, but I took out the chunk of wood holding it open and let it shut. The security guards let go of the doors and acted like they were in line to get ice cream. Smooth. I thought, and all the girls came in screaming, and looking around.
    “Where are they?! Where’d they go!?” this paranoid red head pushed in front of the two guys and forced herself of the front of the sneeze guard.
    “Who?” I asked.
    “One Direction. I SAW THEM IN HERE!” she yelled at me.
    “They aren’t here.” I simply said.
    “I JUST SAW THEM.” She shouted at me.
    “Excuse me, they’re not here.”
    “Well I’m not leaving, they have to come out eventually.” She said.
    “If you’re not here to buy ice cream, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” I said at a louder tone so everyone could hear me. All the girls looked down, and started heading out the door.
    “I’m not leaving.” She said again to me.
    “I really don’t want to involve the police here. I have this little button under here that could easily call them, and my friend’s dad is the chief of Police, so I wouldn’t risk it.” I smiled, and she glared at me, and walked out. They all sat down at the tables outside waiting for them to leave, but as long as they weren’t inside, there wasn’t really anything I could do about it.
    “Nice work.” The security guard said to me, and I made sure it was empty before him and I pushed the swinging door open and saw the guys sitting around eating the huge tubs of candy we had to refill the candy out front. I just laughed.
    “They got hungry.” Patty said, as she put a cake back in the freezer, and I exhaled slowly as I leaned back against the wall. Zayn was sitting on the desk right in front of the wall munching on some Oreos. Louis and Niall were sitting on a decorating table that had everything pushed to the side and were sharing the, now almost empty, tub of gummy bears. Liam had the only chair and was eating M&M’s, and Harry was on the other side of Zayn, furthest from me, eating chocolate covered pretzels.
    “How was it out there Paul?” Louis asked, shoving a huge hand full of gummy bears in his face.
    “They’re all outside the store, but she handled them really well.” He pointed at me, and I just looked away, and Zayn corrected him,
    “Lauren, her name is Lauren.”
    “Nametags are key.” Liam said, as I laughed and looked up at Zayn, and we made eye contact. Usually I would be the first to look away, but I blushed as he held my gaze a little longer, and finally looked away when Niall asked,
    “Can I get some real ice cream now?”
    
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15. hopelessxromanticoxo
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    March 20, 2012 12:35am UTC
    Something to Believe In
    part 1:
    The clock in my car ticked to 3:10. Crap, I thought, they’re going to kill me. Being late for work was never a good thing. And this is my third time this week being late. I slid into the first spot I could find in the lot; jumped out of my two door black Civic, named Sheila, locked the doors, and ran inside. The door opened and I was greeted with the aroma of freshly baked cones and the chatter of a line that reached the door. Shannen, my on-duty manager looked at me desperately as I ran into the back. I threw my keys and phone in the first available locker, and grabbed a navy blue apron off the hook, and tied it behind my back. I hurried over to the desk, and sorted through the nametags until I found the one with “Lauren” printed on it, and stuck myself twice as I rushed to put it on. I clocked in at the register, and grabbed a scoop and a spade, and plastered on my fake smile to match my fake voice as I cheerfully asked the customer what kind of ice cream they wanted. I worked at Maggie Moo’s, well, the Marble Slab. We were currently in a transformation from Maggie Moo’s to the Marble Slab, but I still wore my ratty old blueMaggie Moo’s shirt that was given to me as a part of the uniform a year ago when I first started at the job.
    “Sorry,” I quickly apologized, as I scooped out a small size of the Birthday Cake, and brought it over to the slab to mix in a combination of whatever the customer told me to. I was helping a little girl who was in about fourth grade, and her eyes lit up at all the candy that was in front of her eyes.
    “It’s fine, not a big deal.” Shannen said, as she ran in the back to get something. We worked quickly and frantically in attempt to get through the line, and slow everything down. An hour quickly passed as the last little boy walked out happily hand in hand with his mother and his chocolate cone already running down his face
    “That. Was. Nuts.”Shannen said, “I need to go make cakes.” And she walked into the back to finish the cake orders that were due in the upcoming week. One of the reasons I enjoyed working Saturdays was because I got to see people I knew, but I could still have a life if I got out of work at 9. I grabbed a few empty pans of ice creams to the back to wash them and refilled them with full containers. The hours from 4:30 to around 6 was pretty easy considering everyone was eating dinner and no one wanted to eat ice cream, but I had to prepare everything for the night shift. Shannen was scheduled to leave at 5, and I was scheduled to work with Patty and Sara. Both managers, and used Maggie Moo’s as their second job (their first being teachers) and they were best friends. Great, more conversations to be left out of, I thought as I walked back and grabbed my phone from the locker I threw it in and back out to the front so I could twitter creep. I had two unread texts, one from one of my best friends since first grade, Megan. We had been inseparable up until last year, when she found a boyfriend to put up with her. Not that I didn’t love her to death, she was just a handful, and as soon as she met him, she dropped Jenna, my sister Christin, and I like we never meant anything to her. So we just weren’t as close anymore. And considering I worked a lot I didn’t really get to see her. Her family was very well off, and she could probably never work a day in her life and still get everything she ever wanted. Not that I was poor, I just liked earning my possessions, and according to my mom, I got that trait from her. She asked if we could hang out, and I just gave the typical response: sorry, work. The second text was from my other friend, Jordan. Being a triplet, I’ve been asked over and over and over again, “Do you like read each other’s minds.” And with a brother, I never, ever would want to read his mind, but even with my sister, we just never were on the same page. People liked to joke that we would be the perfect couple, because we were the exact opposites. She had goals for herself, and specific steps to get her there. I knew where I wanted to be, I just didn’t know exactly how to get there, and it didn’t bother me that I didn’t have a definite plan, I liked life with a little bit of unpredictability. Christin was black and white, and I was every shade of gray. Jordan, on the other hand, could have been mistaken for being my twin. Well standing next to each other, you would never guess so. I have dark brown, incredibly curly, springy hair, with brown eyes, and Italian blended skin. Jordan had perfectly straight hair, no matter how she wore it, that was strawberry blonde, but in any light it changed from blonde to brown to red, with blue eyes and slightly paler skin than me. Not to mention that I was only technically one year older than her, but two grades, and she was taller than me. We just thought the same, like we were on the same wave length, all the time. I would no sooner say something out loud, and then get a text from her saying the same thing, when we weren’t even remotely in the same place. We jokingly called each other twins, but sometimes it was honestly scary how much we were alike. We listened to the same music, liked the same foods, hated the same foods, and music. She even introduced me to this band called One Direction. She first got my attention by saying, “five hot British guys,” but then she showed me a song and they were actually decent. She texted me telling me that she was coming into get ice cream later, and seeing what kind they had for her sister. I texted a few flavors that I knew her sister would like, and walked back out front to the monotonous cleaning routine. I just wanted this shift to be over; I need something new to my life.
    
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16. hopelessxromanticoxo
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    March 14, 2012 5:26pm UTC
    heey wittiers!!! I'm not sure if you guys have seen this on twitter or not but I'm trying to ask zayn Malik from one direction to my prom, and if you have a tumblr or not you can see the whole story here!!
    http://thecitysgonnasave-her.tumblr.com/post/18827441336/thecitysgonnasave-her-hey-guys-i-really-want-to#notes
    and here's a video i made if you all want to watch it and trend #zayntakelaurentoprom for me (: (:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzTd4M5lvLM
    
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17. hopelessxromanticoxo
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    January 1, 2012 11:15pm UTC
    time after time
    part #62
    "can i show you something?" i asked.
    "sure." he said, and i got up and opened my nightstand. right on top, was rob's scrapbook. like a proud little kid showing their parent what book they wanted to read before they went to bed, i placed the book on my bed, and climbed right next to cordin.
    "would you like to meet rob?" i asked, as he looked at the front cover picture, which was rob and i holding hands and kissing.
    "i would love to." he smiled, and i flipped open to the first page, and showed cordin my heart. i felt that rob was there that day. like he was sitting on the other side of me, stroking my hair, watching me explain the crazy stories, the silly stories, the sad stories. i let it all out.
    "now i know why you were so in love with him." he laughed, after we finished going through, about four hours later. school eventually ended, and before i knew it, i was dressing for the first game of the season in university of virginia orange. after they announced the starting lineup, and rachel boyd echoed throughout the stadium, i heard 3 sets of fans. the first one was my family, all decked out in every u of v clothing possibly available, the second was rob's family. alex and nick were standing cheering, just as they would have done if rob was in the same position. and then, from behind the bench, i saw rob standing there, clapping his hands, and smiling at me. i looked over at him, and shouted, "i'll see you soon then." and he smiled, "go gettem." and blew me a kiss. after playing for four years there, i received my bachelor's degree in psychology, and traveled around the country speaking to any age group that would listen, especially the middle school and high schoolers, about drug and alcohol abuse, and depression. one day i had a huge speech at the university of maryland, and i caught cordin there, the only soul who dared to wear a university of virginia t shirt. onstage, i was waiting for the applause to go down, and i saw rob on the side stage, grinning largely, and giving me two thumbs up.
    "hi everyone, my name is rachel boyd. as i know, most of you are about to turn your brains off in two seconds and not listen to what i have to say. but right now, i just have to say i owe my life to robert chase. without him, i would never have had the strength to come up here. you see, when i was 12, my best friend in the entire world died of a brain tumor. after that, i turned to drugs and alcohol, anything for me to escape reality. and truth was, i didn't want to escape, i just wanted to be saved. and that's exactly what rob did for me. he saved my life. and of course i dated him, what else would have happened?" a chuckled rippled throughout the audience. "and then, a year after we had been dating, we were in an accident, and he saved my life again, by him dying. now you all are probably like, 'oh well, might as well go kill yourself.' and that's what i wanted to do, but why would i take my own life when i was lucky enough to have it? and yet again rob saved my life, time after time." and i went on with my speech, and got a standing ovation after. i exited the stage the same place where rob had been standing, and on top of my coat was a letter.
    "to rachel boyd:
    you are the strongest woman i know, and i know you will do great things in your life, and save many more lives, just as you had saved mine. you being there for me was the best thing anyone could have done, and it's time for us to start new paths in our lives, and rachel i am so glad to have had you in mine. a wise person once told me, "it's just a wet cast, it will dry. it can't rain forever." and she deserves all the best in her life, and i can't be here holding her back. i will always love you (ALMOST as much as rob did) but i'll let you go for now, and if we ever meet again, well, i'm already looking forward to that day.
    with all the love i can give,
    cordin"
    i wiped away the tears from my eyes, knowing that this was best for us. i got my own apartment in los angeles, california, where rob would have loved it. i kept one picture of him and i in a frame, and keep the rest in a box in my closet. i still gave several speeches around the area. may 29th, ten years after rob had died, i had a seminar for all of the atheletes of university of southern california. i gave it outside, in honor of rob. after i was done, i got to talk to each of the teams, and as i walked over to the guys lacrosse team, my knees got weak, as i saw cordin stand up in his USC shirt.
    "h-hi." i smiled,
    "hi." he beamed at me.
    "long time no see." i said,
    "you look great." he said.
    "do you want to come over for dinner?" i asked, and he laughed, and leaned his head down to kiss me, as tears brimmed both of our eyes. he pulled away, looked up at the sky, and said,
    "thanks rob, i owe you one." i laughed and added,
    "i'll see you soon then."
    THE END (:
    comment and let me know what you thought of the whole series (:
    
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18. hopelessxromanticoxo
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    January 1, 2012 11:11pm UTC
    time after time
    part #61
    "can i tell you something without sounding completely off the wall?" i asked.
    "of course, ray, you can tell me anything." he said, and i sat up and looked at him.
    "well, when i was knocked out from hitting my head on my car, i like was in this room, there was no one in there except rob, and he was there. like i felt him
    and everything." he stopped toying with my hand.
    "i'm sorry," i said, and stood up. the oven bell rung, and i walked into the kitchen, grabbed an oven mitt, and took out our pizza.
    "ray don't be sorry." he said, and he finally stood up.
    "what?"
    "you don't have to be sorry, you're just telling me what happened."
    "yea, but it upset you." i said, "it's really nothing forget i said anything." i said, and turned around to wipe my eyes.
    "rachel boyd, you look at me." he said, and i turned around and he was right behind me. he had tears in his eyes too.
    "you'd have thought we cried enough today." i laughed, and tears came streaming down my face.
    "ray, you don't have to hide what you go through." he said, and wiped his eyes. "i know exactly how it feels." he was sitting on a barstool and had his head in
    his hands. i walked over and held one of his hands as i saw the rise and fall of his shoulders. i heard the heavy sighs and the silent sobs of a pain that no one
    can even begin to describe, and takes you over like a tidal wave.
    i sat there with him, and let him calm down. he looked up at me, and smiled.
    "now i'm a mess." he said, and i wiped the tears falling from his eyes.
    "you're okay." i said, and squeezed his hand.
    "don't be mad.." he said.
    "you're not hungry anymore." he shook his head.
    "i don't care! let's go upstairs, my back hurts." i said, and we climbed the three flights of steps before we got to my room. i laid down on my bed, and he sat
    at my feet. i glanced over at my clock, and it was 9:30.
    "you can stay over, if you want." i offered, and he just stared at the floor.
    "cordin?" i asked, and he shook his head back and forth a couple times, almost like a dog trying to clean his ears.
    "i'm better now." he said.
    "are you sure?" i asked.
    "yes, i'm great." he smiled.
    "you're nuts." i rolled my eyes, and he kicked off his shoes, and rolled onto my bed. i was staring at the ceiling, but then cordin appeared in my field of sight.
    "what?" i looked up, and he was holding himself right above me. he kissed me, which made melt, and then laid next to me.
    "you need to stop doing that, you're making me feel bad about kissing you."
    "i'm sorry. you know why i do it." i said, and sat up. he propped himself on his right elbow, and his legs were to the side, as mine were crossed indian style.
    "where does this put us?" he asked.
    "what do you mean?" i asked, confused.
    "you know i care about you, a lot." he said, "a lot a lot." he confessed, and looked into my eyes.
    "i would not be here right now if i didn't care about you." i clarified.
    "okay good." he smiled, "that's all i needed to hear." before he lifted me up and i wrapped my arms around his neck, and he laid me on top of him, kissing me
    the whole time.
    "this would be a lot easier, without the cast." he laughed, and i blushed a deeper red.
    "rachel.." he said,
    "i'm sorry. i haven't felt like this, in a long, long time." i said, and he just smiled and kissed me more passionately. after i pulled away, he smiled, and i buried my face in his chest.
    "what?" he asked.
    "i don't want you to see me turn red." i muffled into his ribcage.
    "we are going to work on that." he laughed, and i felt his breaths.
    
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20. hopelessxromanticoxo
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    December 22, 2011 11:08pm UTC
    time after time
    part #59
    i recollected myself, and walked over, and slipped into a seat in the back. the priest was saying his final words as the casket was being lowered into the ground, and i had to look away. after everyone got up and were making small talk with each other. i didn't really fit in with the family,so i just sat there, staring at the men covering the hole with dirt. i heard someone come sit next to me, and i looked over and cordin was sitting there. i had a tear in my eye, and just as it slid, his slid off his face, and i wiped it with my finger.
    "god this sucks." he said.
    "this really sucks." i said, and he looked at me.
    "you just said 'sucks.' you might as well smoke." i stopped and looked at him gravely.
    "kidding." he smiled. i looked back at the men.
    "bad joke." he commented.
    "not that funny." i said.
    "sorry." he said, and looked again.
    "i can't watch this. ray that's my mom. and they're burying her, into the ground."
    "that's just your mom's body. that's not your mom. she's out there, somewhere looking out for you."
    "i really hope so." he said. "hey wanna go shoot?" he looked down at my cast, and his eyes were full of regret.
    "more than anything." i said, and i stood up and so did he, and we walked out of the place of sorrow. cordin wanted to drive me home because 1. he drove with his dad, so he didn't have a car. and 2. he didn't think i could drive with my cast which 3. i already did. we didn't need to talk, we just let the silence comfort us because we didn't know what else to say. we passed my old high school, which i pointed out to cordin. i remembered the first day of school there, just as i did with the other 32 billion. this one was different though. i had rob with me this time, and we walked into school on the first day, not holding hands to start any bad rumors about the new kids. these girls were staring at him as soon as he walked in, which made me laugh. i remember him walking me to my locker, when the girls lacrosse coach came up to me and started talking about the season and workouts. after she left, the bell rang, so rob kissed me goodbye, and i had never been stared at by every single person in a hallway as i did that day. after school that day i met him by his car with all his new friends, me of course not making any because i'm the quiet new girl, and a few of them were hitting on me. rob just laughed, in his orange university of virginia tshirt, his blue eyes shining, his hair flipped on his head, and his white teeth twinkled in the sun. And i swear i fell a little more in love with the kid. i was snapped back to reality when we got back to our houses, and of course at my house, no one was home. cordin went to his house to change, and i went to mine. after climbing into my dark blue shorts and white u of v tshirt, i grabbed my stick and walked outside. i could almost shoot, it'll be okay. i figured, and cordin was sitting on my step playing with the strings on his head. his hair was all disshevelled, which made me laugh, and we walked to his car, and he drove us to the school. no one was on the top field, so he grabbed the balls and we walked up to the top. He was practicing on the wall, while i just sat there figuring out a way to make this possible. I just sat there and cradled my stick remembering the christmas i had gotten it from my parents. it was just last year, rob's last christmas, but he and his family were up in the poconos, so my family and i were opening up our presents. I was sort of depressed because rob wasn't with me, but i knew he was having a blast snowboarding, so i just watched jason and kara's faces light up over their presents. i had gotten a new iphone for christmas, so i wasn't really expecting anything else. we were pretty much snowed in,and the skies were darkening.
    "hey ray, can you do me a favor and go turn on the lights outside?" my mom asked me.
    "sure." i said,and i lazily got up and walked to the front door. i saw headlights pull into the neighboorhood, but i ducked to the side to turn on the icicle lights we had hanging from the overhang to the front of our house. all of a sudden i heard a "hey!" and i knew i was home. i looked up to see rob outside his car holding a lacrosse stick in his hand with snow blowing all around him.
    "rob!" i shouted and lept barefoot in the snow and jumped into his arms. he braced my weight and dropped the stick, as i wrapped my cold feet around his waist and i looked up at him in the snow.
    "what are you doing here?" i asked in shock.
    "christmas is for spending time with the people who mean the most to you. i was missing just one person." he smiled as i buried my hands under his hood and he kissed me in the snow.
    "oh, i almost forgot." he said, still holding onto me,and grabbing the stick.
    "merry christmas!"
    "you're the only present i could've asked for." i pecked him on the cheek as he carried me inside to greet the entire family.
    "she found her gift." my mom said as she opened the keurig to put in a new container to make for rob. my feet were freezing so i went to dry them off as rob took off his coat and sat down.
    "you knew he was coming?" i asked.
    "of course. why would i ask you to turn on the lights at 11:30 in the morning?" my mom asked rhetorically.
    "good one." i said, and i jumped into rob's arms. that day we did everything, made christmas cookies, he opened my gift for him, it was just a northface, but he loved it.
    "i've wanted one for forever!" he smiled, and leaned in to kiss me. i took a shower and he just sat there and tried to play the piano. even when i got out he was still trying to play, and i just laughed.
    "how are you so good at this?" he asked, clearly frustrated.
    "i'm not sure. why are you so good at lacrosse?"
    "it's a gift." he smiled at me, and wrapped me up in a huge hug, and i knew i had gotten everything i could ever ask for. the thunder of cordin's shot echoing off the post rocketed me back into reality, and i felt empty.
    
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