I lay in my comfy bed, having a lazy day. I love lazy days, not moving, stuffing your face with junk food, watching movies, going on line and just sleeping. Wow, my life is so exciting. I chuckled and continued watching Criminal Minds.

Then my phone went off

"I've tried playing it cool
But when I'm looking at you
I can’t ever be brave
'Cause you make my heart race

Shot me out of the sky
You're my kryptonite
You keep making me weak
Yeah, frozen and can't breathe

Something’s gotta give now
'Cause I’m dying just to make you see
That I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing

So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
And you've got that one thi-"

I answered the phone "STOP CHANGING YOUR RING TONE!" I screamed down the phone and hanged up on my best friend. I quickly changed her stupid ring tone to Christofer Drew, the best damn artist ever. His voice erupted from my phone and I answered it "Yes?"

"Don't change my ring tone from the sexy boy's! You know i'm just going to change it back" I groaned "Why do you even like the stupid boy band?" "SILENCE!" she commanded through the phone.

I went silent,  waiting for her to talk "Remember when you said you would sneak onto One Direction's tour bus with me if I ever got us tickets" there was a pause "No...." I don't like the direction this conversation is going.

"Well, you did. Remember after X factor? They got signed and I was telling you about it, then I asked if you would go to their concert with me, if I ever got us tickets?-" "No...." "Then you said 'And then we'll sneak onto their tour bus and steal some of their under-wear?" I suddenly got my memory back "Uh, Chelsea, I was joking...."

"NO! You promised!" I sighed, I can't go back on my promises, I'm a women of her word "Fine" I groaned. Why was I so stupid?! Why would I agree to go to the stupid bands concert?! Or even go into their tour bus and steal their, ugh, under wear?!

"And besides, afterwards, i'll go to the Christofer Drew concert with you, if you do this for me" "DEAL!" I immediately yelled. Now I just have to get ticket's to his show "Now, get ready! Their concert's tonight!" "What?! Tonight?!" "YES! NOW GET READY!" I groaned and did as she said.

I hanged up on Chelsea and went into the shower. I washed my hair with strawberrie shampoo and conditioner and I put on some white ripped jeans. I put on my black rock shirt and my converse. I put on a black zip bracelet along with my Blood On The Dance Floor bracelet and grabbed my phone, ipod and purple head phones.

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I walked out of my apartment and down the stairs to wait out front for Chelsea. I went on twitter and tweeted a rant on how it was unfair to be conned into going to a One Direction concert. I sat on the railing waiting for my supposed best friend who was dragging me to my death.

She pulled up in her Holden and honked the horn "GET IN THE CAR!" she screeched. I sighed and got in, and guess what? One Direction was playing I groaned "Can't we listen to something else? We'll be going to their concert soon!" "NO!" my friend snapped.

I huffed and put my head phones on, I turned on some NeverShoutNever. I leaned onto the window as we drove to the venue. I despise them. Their music's was fine, then radio stations had to put them all on repeat, the fan girl's would say random comment's about them, everywhere you would turn you would see their name, their face or a bloody fan girl.

It was stupid, I would much rather be in a zombie apocolyspt than go to a One Direction concert.

She parked the car and I gasped "Where did all these girl's come from?!" I gasped, millions of girl's, fan girl's, all over the car park. The stupid band has more fan girl's than Nemo. I followed an over excited friend into the venue, my lip curling in disgust as most of the fan girl's squealed and bought heaps of use-less junk with five boy's faces on it.

I seriously don't even get their obsession, I mean, their five normal guy's, four British, One Irish, and yet, their bigger than my band's. I seriously don't get it. I'm Irish, Scottish, Dutch, British and American, and I don't have millions of girl's drooling over me.... even though I am a girl.

I had sat in the chair with my head phones on, ignoring the glares and stupid comment's from faan girl's through-out the show. Then Chelsea put her hand on my shoulder "Come on! The concert's finished in twenty minutes! It'll be enough time to get in and out!" I sighed and followed her out, we're so getting arrested.

We went around back, and their is a fence surround the bus "Well, we tried' I shrugged and turned around "No! We'll just climb over the fence!" damn, Ive never seen so much determination in the girl. I sighed and watched her fail at climbing the fence.

I shrugged, and ran at the fence, climbinb it and jumped over, landing perfectly on the other side. I turned to see Chelsea gaping at me "How-?" I shrugged "How else was I going to get into my band's tour buses? I had to practice before they we're coming to town" she shook her head and started to, painfully slowly, climb up the fence.

She landed on her butt, me laughing me head off "Shut it" she pouted, standing up and wiping the dirt off her butt. I followed her, wiping tear's of my eyes as I followed her to the bus. They must be stupid, they have no security at all.

I followed Chelsea to the door "If I get arrested, i'm so going to stab you in prison" I warned her "Meh, it'll be worth it" "Sure it it" I muttered. She tried to open the door "IT'S FLACKIN' LOCKED!" she screeched "Do I want to know?" I shook my head "Oh pity, let's go before the cops come" "NO WAY! THERE'S GOT TO BE ANOTHER WAY! THINK CHELSEA! THINK!" she ordered herself... she's a nut.

"Pocky!" I hated that nick name "Yes Strawberry?" I replied as sweetly as I could "How would you get onto Crhistofer Drews tour bus?" "Duh, the roof" shit... she grinned "LET'S GO!" we some how got onto the roof and removed the square roof bit "Directionater's first" she grinned at me "Whatever" I jumped down.

I screamed in horror... clothes, food, empty dishes, it was so dirty! I started to pick up their clothes quickly, stupid OCD... Chelsea jumped in, and ran squealing and going through their draws as I picked up the dishes and food scraps.

It was clean in no time, i'm a fast worker "Come on Chelsea, we gotta go" "But i'm not done!" "YOUVE GOT THEIR UNDER-WEAR! HURRY UP!" she sighed and shoved the boy's underwear into a bag and gt up "Fine, let's go" she grumbled.

We both walked to the door "That was an awesome concert!" I heard a British accent come from the other side of the door... oh shit.