Emma's POV.
"Emma Marie Langston!"
I hear my mum yelling for me but I just roll over and try to block it out.
"Emma!"
I can hear her yelling get louder as she stomps up the stairs. Soon her heels can be heard walking down the hall way and I start the silent countdown until she barges in and tells me to get my lazy arse up. As you can tell, this is somewhat of a reoccurring thing. Anyway. Five...Four...Three...Two...One...
"Amelia Marie Langston! Why are you still in bed at 10:00 in the morning?" I pretend to be asleep and focus on not smirking and keeping my breathing steady. But somehow she still sees through it. "I know your awake so don't even try. Oh and..." My mum pauses, so I open my eyes and look at her. "Happy Birthday, sweetie."
No, my mum isn't bipolar. She just doesn't have much of a mean streak. "Wait, what? It's the 10th already?" With the whole situation of moving to London, I totally forgot it was my birthday. I jump out of bed. "It is my birthday! Yes! I'm finally 18!" My mum laughs as I start dancing around my bedroom singing my own remix to I'm sexy and I know it. "I walk into my en suite, and this is what I see, my mum is in the doorway, laughing at me, I got my hair in a mess and I ain't afraid to use my hairbrush hairbrush hairbrush hairbrush." I grab my hairbrush off my counter and spin around, singing into the end. "I'm eighteen and I know it!"
My mum just laughs and tells me to hurry up and get ready. "We're meeting Isabelle at starbucks in an hour. That should be plenty of time to get ready." I just stand there staring at her, even though I'm pretty sure with my mouth hanging open it's not a pretty sight. See what my mom doesn't understand is that my showers are an hour long, then it takes me about half an hour to find an outfit, and then another hour and a half to do my hair and makeup. That's three hours. Not just one and a half, but three. "What? Don't just stand there, go get ready."
After I got out of the shower, I realized it had only taken me 20 minutes."Hmph. On time for once. That's odd." I shrugged and blow dried my light brown hair. When I was finished, I straightened it, then went into the walk in closet inside the en suite. I decided on an innocent with style look, and chose some short-ish blue shorts and a white tank with a sheer white blouse over it. I smiled and brought my silver and black heels outside and set them on my bed.
I sighed walking over to my vanity and sitting down on the stool in front of it. I chose a white-ish eye-shadow with brown mascara and eyeliner, to naturally accent my bright blue eyes. I chose a shimmery pink lip gloss and looked at my clock. Only 10:45?! I looked back at my vanity mirror and smiled. On time and looking good. I grabbed my dark brown Coach glasses and slid them on. I put on my heels and grabbing my purple iPhone off my nightstand I walked out of my room.
I walked downstairs to find my house empty and a note that said, 'As soon as your ready come to starbucks. ~Love, Mummy.' Smiling I put down the note and went to get in my car.
"EMMA!"
"IZZY!"
I ran inside and hugged my best friend. "Oh my god I haven't seen you in forever!"
"I know! It's been to long."
My mum looked at us like we were high. "It's been two weeks!"
We both looked at her mid-hug. "Your point?" Izzy and I said in unison as we laughed.
"You girls are crazy. Emma, sweetie, I got your regular for you." I grin as she hands me my venti Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappucino.
I grinned and let go of Izzy to go and hug my mum. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I pulled back and smiled as she accepted my teasing. We all go and sit down at the table and I notice a bag, a small box, and three larger boxes. I hide my gaze from them quickly though I know the two of them saw it.
"So, Emma, you're mum has to leave London and go to Venice for a while on business. But, seeing as how you are accident prone, she wants you to stay with me for the week that she's gone." I just smile and give Izzy my famous, 'Okay and your point is?' look. "Okay, I want you to stay with me, but your mum thinks you'll be fine. So, in the end, the choice is yours." She folds her hands in her lap and I take notice of her posture. I can tell why she got accepted into the fancy private school we go to. She just looks so professional it's awesome. I shake my thoughts clear and smile.
"I wanna stay with my best friend. As long as I can drive my own car." Just thinking of my sleek black camaro had me grinning. Yes I'm a girl and I have a thing for cars. Deal with it.
My mum grins and says okay, then pulls my gifts out from the chair next to her. "Now sweetheart, we both have to go home and pack for the week ahead of us, so I want you to open these now."
"Okay Mum." I decide to open the bag first and notice it has a bottle of the One Direction fragrance, Our Moment, and a bottle of the Victoria's Secret fragrance, Pink. "Oh my gosh this is awesome. I will be smelling good for weeks! Thanks guys." Knowing they collaborated on my gifts this year (like always) I thanked them both.
"There's more in the bag, babe." Izzy smiles and gestures for me to keep looking inside.
"Holy Jesus, you got me a gift card of £250! To Victoria's Secret! Holy crap guys, thank you so much." I hear Izzy whisper something to my mum and they both chuckle. Then I push it to the side and grab the smallest box. I open it and notice that its the necklace and earrings I wanted from Jared. "Oh my... Thank you guys so much." I hugged them both and went to open one of the last three boxes before Izzy grabs it and pulls it away.
"This one gets opened last okay, babe?" She looks at me and I nod.
Reaching for another, I notice that its light, but not very light , so I shread the paper quickly. I get the box open and reveal a new One Direction hoodie, Jack Wills hoodie, a black and purple zebra tank top, and two shirts, similar to the one I was currently wearing, but in pink and red. I grin, thank them, and move to the other box. I notice this one is longer and a tad heavier. I open it and see three new pairs of skinny jeans in different colors (black, grey, and red) and two new pairs of shorts, also in different colors (red and grey). My mum smiles as I thank her and she says I have a few more gifts at home, but that they can be opened after the mystery gift. I smile and nod. I know they're worried I don't like my gifts because of my lack of speech, but the truth is I couldn't be happier. Or, so I thought.
"Here you go, babe." Izzy hands me the box, but quickly covers her ears.
I cock my head to the side in confusion, but my mum just mimicks Izzy and grins. I open the box and understand why.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL BUCK!"
(A/N)
Emma's outfit is on the side.~~
Isabelle's POV.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL BUCK!" I wince as I can still hear Emma's yelling clearly even with covered ears. "You...You guys...You actually..." I grinned and remove my hands from my ears. Having never heard Emma at a loss for words, the sight is quite amusing. I knew the front row tickets to the One Direction concert were gonna make her scream, but I didn't think of what her mum could have gotten her. I frowned when Emma's eyes got wide and she started whispering things. "Front row...Meet-And-Greets...Oh my God." My jaw went slack and I looked at Ms. Langston who was grinning wildly.
"Wait, what?" I look between the two of them. "I knew about the tickets because I bought them, but what was that last part?" Emma just held up two passes, each dangling from a thin black lanyard. "Oh. My. God. Ms.L you didn't."
Her mum just smiled and kept her ears covered as Emma and I fangirled together. "I wanted you two to have a good time at the concert. These will make sure that you do."
Once we stopped fangirling, we all walked outside and I got my luggage out of Ms.L's car and put them in Emma's trunk. We said our goodbyes, making plans to drop me off at my flat and take my luggage inside, go back to Emma's flat and drop off presents, then go to the shopping centre for new clothes , make up and hair supplies, and lastly, go back to Emma's get ready and have her pack. When all had been said, Emma and I got into her car to leave to get things done.
