Sorry for the short chapter! Don't hurt me, please! Another fanfiction about 1D and TW! Yay! Ahem... I'm having troubles with my other stories so please be patient! Gomawo! Enjoy!

-What'd I Do Now?-

"I don't get it…" I mumbled to myself. Dawn, Katy, and I were just lying on the pink carpeted floor of my living room. My two friends were watching YouTube videos of the British-Irish bands, One Direction and The Wanted, on my sister's laptop and my own. Dawn was watching WMYB by 1D on Brinnley's while Katy had Glad You Came by TW playing on mine.

"What don't you get, Kenzie?" Dawn asked as Katy, who had left some time ago, walked back with a box of Twinkies in hand.

I started copying the frequent hand gestures of two popular UK boy bands and said, "This!"

They stared for a minute before they laughed at my random and hyper actions. I kept repeating the actions until I shouted, "What is this and why am I doing it!"

My two friends kept laughing at me until I joined them and fell to the floor, barely able to breathe.

"We…should…stop!" I shouted between laughs. "I…can't…breathe!"

Suddenly, and scaring the shit out of us, the phone rang. Wiping tears of laughter, I picked up the house phone and answered with a chuckle, "Hullo?"

"Hello. Is this the household of Mackenzie Anne Lee?" a grown up voice asked.

With a puzzled look shot at my curious friends, I answered, "Yes. I'm Mackenzie. Who's this?" All the while thinking: what'd "I" do now? Just FYI, I get in "trouble" a lot since my house phone's number is one digit off of this super-duper troublemaker who looks terribly a lot like me

A different adult voice replied, "We're the managers of One Direction and The Wanted. We wanted to know if you could make a mini documentary about them for us. It'll go up on YouTube, you'll be credited for your work, and you'll get to spend lots of time with them."

My friends had heard that last part and began nodding their heads, urging me to say yes. I rolled my eyes as I asked, "Why does it have to be me? Why can't you make your own mini documentary 'bout your own bands?"

"Did you not make the YouTube video: Gestures: An Inquiry about Two UK Bands?"

"Uh…" I hate, hate, hate where questions sound like they're using a double-negative.

There was a sigh. "Did you make the video or not?"

"Oh! Then, yes, I did but what does that have to do with-"

"The video became so popular that people began to bombard us with the question that you brought up. So, in return, that will be one of the many personal-like subjects you will film for us about the two bands."

I sighed, frustrated with myself and my friends. Who, in fact, were the ones who brought up the subject of the bands' gestures? Not me, them.

"What do you say then, Ms. Lee? Do you accept?"

After one last look at Dawn and Katy, I answered, "Yes, I accept the challenge."

After we discussed what I was to do for the upcoming four months with One Direction and The Wanted, I gave them both my parent's numbers so they could inform them as well.

Good for you, Mackenzie, I thought. You just won yourself the chance of your lifetime only to be working all the while.