It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


2. Past Memories are Only Dreams Now...

We drove about 40 miles before we reached a good gas station. I pulled out of the car to get gas, while Molly ran inside and got some drinks for the rest of the ride. We would not be stopping again, if we want to make it on time. I put it about 20 gallons, hoping it would be enough for about another hour drive, and hopped into the car. Molly walked out of the store with two Coka-Colas and handed me one when she got inside.

"Thanks." I said, twisting the cap off and taking a sip. I didnt like Cola, but I didnt hate it either. I drank some of it, swallowing my pride. I only hated how Cola bubbles up a lot more. When I was littler, I liked to shake them up and set them off. Or hand them to other people, only the ones I knew wouldnt mind it. Like my Papa, he never minded much when I'd prank him, only little things, like soda guisers or something like it. I'd never done anything to really make him mad.

"Yay! I'll finally meet Zayn, and we can fall in love, and get married, and then we'll just be awesome. Dont you think?"

"Yes, you'll be perfect together. You and Zayn." I said. I started the car back up and left the gas station, I had payed using my credit card and the little machines America uses in their gas tanks. I guess it's a step up, but in London, or Doncaster, you always have someone else do it for you. Which, I like. After they do it, I dont end up smelling like gas as much. My car does, because they usually spill it. The only real gas stop in Doncaster that I use is Gas Pricer Shop, and the person who fills my gas tank, his name is John. But people call him Scar, he has a huge scar over top of his eyelid. I just think he's a nice guy, and I show him that I hate people who pick on him by being one of his few customers. My heart sank when there were fliers up of Gas Pricer Shop going out of buisness because John hadnt had enough money. Not enough people use it. It's right in the middle of town, and it's the easiest to get to, but they still get scared away by John. I felt bad, so I payed extra money, I gave him a couple hundred dollars. He thanked me by letting me have a gas card, I get some money off my bill when I buy gas now. I didnt really need it because I wanted to help. I love his shop and I would be sad if he went out of buisness... We drove for almost an hour, Molly sleeping the whole time, before reaching the airport. I punched Molly in the arm light enough so she woke up.

"Come on, sleepy, we're here. We need to move. The flight leaves in 20 minutes." I said, shaking her, waking her up more.

"What? Oh, yeah. I forgot." She laughed, "But I still need to meet Zayn... so let's go. This is so crazy." She says, opening her door, reaching for her soda, and then getting out. She untwists the cap and drinks some, awakening herself. I left my soda in the car, if she asks, I will say I forgot it. It didnt make my stomach feel right. I just didnt like Cola that much. We grabbed our suitcases out of the car, which we were told to leave there, it was a rental, and we got into the airport. People were starting to notice me being there, and they rushed over immediately.

"Can we please have a picture with you?" A girl asked, her and maybe four other girls surrounding me.

"Guys, I'm sorry, but me and my friend, we need to catch a last minute flight. Sorry."

"It's fine. Where you headed?" Another girl spoke, she spoke loud as one girl cried. Over me saying no? Or just because she's meeting me? I wasnt sure, I felt bad either way.

"Oh, we're headed back to England. I'm going home. Sorry girls, next time I'm in New York, I'll try to find you." I say, and they smile, knowing it probably wont happen. I just let their hearts dream. I give them each a quick hug and leave them there. They were speaking in high pitched, screams and sqeals. They said something about maybe seeing me again. I felt bad, but we had to go. We were almost late, and I really need to learn how to say 'no' more often. That was really hard. I'd just always hated putting down my fans, they do so much for me. Start blogs, buy my albums, listen my music, even love me. Loving me is enough. All I ever want is their respect and I'm good. Me and Molly were supposed to have been on the plane two minutes ago, but they let us on anyways. There were many people on the plane, up front. But we were headed to the V.I.P. area located at the back of American planes. We were considered 'very special guests' and we needed to be comfortable I guess. They dont want our flight to be bad in any way. I heard one snippy flight attendant complain that if they make us upset or uncomfortable in any way, that I have enough money to sew the plane company. I would never do that, but let's keep that a secret. They'll be better attituded with me this way. And I really hate a bad attitude. The attendant walked us to the back of the plain, where no other person was, there were two couches, a flatscreen T.V. and a mini-fridge filled with amazing American drinks. There was Monster and Amp, and my favourite, RedBull. I love RedBull, it makes me feel very hiper. And I probably run around like a wild animal. So, none of that. I'll look later for some water, not something that'll make me bounce off the walls. Especially while we're in the air.

"Thank you so much." I say to the flight attendant as she says no one will bother  us down here. She looked a little like Miley Cyrus, just with long blond hair. She was very pretty and she wore her long hair in a ponytail, with the uniform's hat perched on her head like a bird on a tree limb. She smiled and left me and Molly there.

"Wow. Look at this place! Do you always ride in these types of places?" She was excited about being here. She'd been on a plane with me before, in the V.I.P. areas.

"Yes, mostly. Why? You've been in one of these before." I said.

"Yeah, yeah. But, this one's amazing. Do they cost you for anything?" She asked. Probably referring to the fridge.

"No, not really. Maybe. Wait, there's a sign there... no, they dont. It's free. Go ahead and take one. Just not an energy drink. Find some water or something..." I say, as she leans over the couch to the fridge and pulls out two waters. She asks me if I want one, and then lightly tosses it over, without my response. I drink it anyways, hoping at some point she will calm down and get used to this treatment. I decided, I like this ride. This plane is amazing. And I think it's been one of the best flights.

"I'm gonna try to take a nap, okay? No energy drinks please. You dont want to meet the boys all noisy and annoying... they wouldnt like it." I say. She nods and sets her water in her purse.

"Dont want it to roll around." She says when she sees me staring at her weirdly. I nod, do the same, and close my eyes. I'm dreaming about being back home...

"Hey! Wanna come over and play? My mum says it's alright. If it's okay with your mum." She says. A strange girl, maybe the age of 12 invites me over. She looks like Jackee. And it looks like she's really young. Wait, she was 12 there, she's 18 now. This was a long time ago. Then I was lost in my dreams again.

"Not today Jackee... I cant. I have to go somewhere. I'm actually going to Molly's" I say, and she shakes her head, upset.

"You're always with Molly, you never care to see me anymore. Once you met Molly, there was no more spending the night here... there was no more of our best friendship... nothing. I miss when we were bestfriends. I hate Molly for this." Jackee says, and retreats into her house again... How could she hate Molly? Just because we are closer than her and me? She's jealous, I think. my 13 year old brain cant handle this right now. She needs to not hate me or Molly for being friends. Jackee was right though, me and her have drifted apart... and maybe, just maybe, she needs me back to her side, being her best friend. But, how will I ever leave Molly? Or explain this to her at all?

I woke up, crying. I do remember Jackee. She was once my best friend. Molly had taken her place, and that day, when I was 13, I was thinking of forgetting Molly and going back to be Jackee's friend... and now Jackee's gone. There is no more Jackee Sweeden. She's gone. Lost overseas in a shark attack. Tears stung my eyes. I had let her down so many times, and now I cant make it up to her... I cant do anything to fix this... nothing. She's gone and theres nothing more to her. Her parents are still dying inside, they rarely leave their flat anymore, they're too afraid of the real world. Too afraid to deal with their feelings. They're hiding their feelings, pretending. Pretending they arent afraid, pretending they arent sad, They're in mourning, since I was 15. They have been, and still are... I was crying now. I actually miss Jackee, the more I think of it. I decide to just leave this alone. I just try to get more sleep. I cannot use my phone to see the time, and I dont understand American times anyway. I soon fall into  troubled sleep, until we arrive at the airport in London.

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