Everything About You

~*Niall Horan fanfic*~

Bri always hated her little sister, Kristi. but one day Kristi would lead her to the love of her life, Niall Horan. But in order for their relationship to survive they must deal with the friendships, betrayal, drama, and suspense that lays ahead.

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8. Comedy? or Horror?

~ Bri's P.O.V. ~

I looked at the clock and sighed. It was 10:30. If I was going to get this place "comedy movie marathon ready" in 2 and a half hours, I would need some help. I texted Cynda and she said she would be here in 5 minuets. I got out a piece of paper and made a list of things that we needed to do. Before I knew it there was a continuous knock on the door and I knew it was Cynda. She was so much like Louis.

We read through the list together.

1) clean up. We decided to clean up only a little bit. Not TOO clean.

2) Make food. I asked Cynda what kind of food we should make. "Yummy food." Is all she said.

"So pizza basically?" I sighed of course she would suggest that.

"Yup." She said dragging out the p.

3) Pick out movies. Cynda had come into my house with a bag and I wondered what was in it. Now I knew. She had brought like 15 movies. The thing is... not 1 of them were a comedy. They were all horror. I slapped my hand to my head. "Cynda!"

"What! I thought it would be funner if it was a scary movie marathon!" She said.

"Ugh, fine. What do you got?" I gave in.

"Let's see..." She searched through her stack of movies. "Signs." I groaned I hated that movie. Ever since I had first watched it with my dad when I was really little, it gave me Nightmares. I hate aliens.

"And 2013, all of the Paranormal activities, the woman in black" This girl wanted to scare the living daylights out of everyone!

"Are you crazy! you can't get any scary then these!" I told her.

"Are you sure about that?" She asked me. Great. I knew where this was heading.

"You have something scarier don't you." I shook my head and waited for Cynda's smile.

Sure enough she had a goofy smile on her face and she slowly pulled up a DVD case. I read the title slowly. "The-house-on-the-end-of-the-street." I say slowly. I look at her. "Seriously?" I ask her. She nods her head, still smiling. I roll my eyes. This was going to be just great. More like the scariest day of my life.

"Well time to get working!" I tell her. "I'll order food and you can go into the hall closet and get some sleeping bags. There wont be enough room on the couch for everyone."

"Okedokey!" She said enthusiastically. I moved the couch so that it was directly in front of the TV. I heard a loud bang and stopped what I was doing. There was silence now.

"Cynda?" I called nervously. "Are You OK?"

"Ya but umm... everything is fine! umm... it's not like I did anything or anything.." She kept hesitating. I sighed she did something alright. I could tell by the way she talked. I ran to where Cynda was, not wanting to see how bad it was.

Right in front of the closet door was my dad's old bowling ball. I couldn't believe it was still here. I would have thought my dad would have taken it with him. It must have been on the top self and no one had seen it. Right beside it was a huge dent in hardwood floor. "CYNDA! WHAT DID YOU DO!" I yelled at her. "MY MOM IS GOING TO KILL ME!" I couldn't believe it. I decided to just calm down and worry about it later. "Come on." I sighed. "Let's go finish getting the living room ready."

"Wait! Your not mad at me?" She asked. I glared at Cynda.

"Of course I'm mad at you, but I'd rather not worry about it right now.

anyways we went back to work. But this time I was getting the sleeping bags and she finished moving the couch. By the time were finished with that it was about 12:30. Now all we had to do was cover the windows with blankets so that it was dark. When we had finished that and It was almost completely dark it was 12:56.

It was dead silence until we heard a knock on the door. We both scrambled to the door tripping over the sleeping bags because we could barely see.

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