AIGHT. SO.

YOU are about to read a not very planned/belated birthday present to my gurl.

(Yes, characters are loosley based on me and her jesus get over it.)

Now I wrote this a while back and now am uploading it to fanfic so I'm too lazy to check for spellign errors and stuff, so if you see anything, plz tell me.

Uhh...soo...yeeaaahhh?

redy, set,go.

"It was awesome. I'm telling you, you would've punched yourself it was so cool."

A distant tumble in the basement left the reminder of a certain someone's brother who was currently unsupervised.
I munched on the sour cream and onion chips infront of me, as if their loudness in my head would help wipe away the fact that the certain unsupervised boy was in fact meant to be supervised by moi.

"oh, lemme guess, humping on stage, twitter questions, jumping, perfect hair flips, loads of girls screaming their undying love, ect. ect." Did Anastasia peel herself from my TV to tell me this? yes. Did she tell me this without a scrupulous look? No.

"Ok, yeah sure there was alot of that, but it was AHHHHHHmazing."

All I got were dark brown curls shaking in response. My angle behind her in my kitchen told me that she was, in fact, watching E!'s coverage on the concert last night.

Some lady with a way too tight smile poured out information, "The Boys have done it again! Selling out their 9th show in a row on their tour on the East Coast, finalizing it in Hot-lanta. The E! news crew was able to get a feel for the boys as….."

I tuned it out, not really caring. I was there, afterall. Nowhere near the stage, but close enough to see their faces beaming out at the world. It was seriously the best feeling in the world, to see them so happy and just there. The pure fact that each of them had lives that were nowhere near this huge to having sold out 9 shows in a row and breaking/mending/changing peoples hearts by a few notes got me pumped. And happy. And sad. and a jumbled up mess of tears of joy.

I remember how much fun they were having up there. Just like they were just hanging out having a good time. And really, they were. Harry trying to get on Louie's back, while Liam tried to teach Zayne how to dougie. And then Niall, precious Niall, sitting on the couch they brought out looking like a lost puppy that just needed so-

A pillow smacked my face.
"AUGH. SRSLY."
A small devil-child's face was shoved into mine before giggling and running away.

"I will kill tonight." I smoothed out the new mess in my black hair while kicking the pillow in another direction.

"Aww, Cydni, black-on-black crime is not the answer." Anastasia had moved from the couch and was now sitting in-front of me on a barstool. I sighed, breathing in the scent of my way-too-big house, currently in the aftermath stage of an after-concert party. Anastasia was the only one who couldn't go, but still spent the night. Empty pizza boxes and strewn chip bags told that my parents weren't up yet to clean which was weird for 9:00.

Which meant Pjs, junk food, and lazying it up for a lil bit longer.\

ok so yeah. Review? you dont have to...so yeah...keep readin if you want.