When 2 become 1 (sequel to When 2 bands collide)

Mornings and Mcdonalds

Brea's POV

My eyes fluttered open, and I smelt the usual smell of-

Wait.

WHY DON'T I SMELL DEAD BUT DELICIOUS PIG?

I shot up, covers falling into my lap. I shot out of bed and into the nearest bedroom. Jessie's. I quickly strode over to her bed. I started shaking her.

"Jess. Wake up!" she tiredly opened her eyes.

"What?" she glares.

"Do you smell that?" I ask, she sniffs the air.

"I smell nothing." she shrugs.

"Iocane powder. No. I'm kidding. But exactly! Why am I smelling nothing?" I say. Her eyes widen as she jumps out of bed.

"WE MUST WARN THE OTHERS!" I follow her, splitting up and waking Corbyn, Haylee, Kaylee, Louis, Niall, Harry, and Zayn.

"WHY DON'T I SMELL COOKING PIG?" Corbyn shouts as we gather in the hallway, a frantic mess.

"I DONT KNOW!" I shriek. We all slowly turn around, facing Emily door to her room. We look at each other an then back to the room. We turn and run at the door, bursting through. We said nothing and jumped on the bed, everywhere.

"FOOD! WE MUST EAT! WHY AREN'T YOU UP? YOU'VE DIED! NOOOOO!!!!!!" I shriek. Emily stuffs a pillow over her ears.

"Fine. We'll cook ourselves." Louis says, jumping off the bed and marching out the room. We all follow. We made it to the kitchen before we could hear rushing footsteps behind us.

"STOP!" I turn to see Emily cage had her hands up in a stop position.

"Well... You look..." Harry trails off. I finally get a good look at her. Her eyes were red around the edges, she had bag upon bag under her eyes, and had the darkest circles ever. She looked kinda like a zombie...

"Thanks. Liam kept me up with his snoring." She scowls.

"You weren't to good yourself." Liam remarks, stepping in the room and making a face at Emily's appearance. Kaylee was acting like she had gotten most of her memory back. She was almost back to normal.

Almost.

"Why aren't you peppy and up?" I ask.

"Well 1, Liam's snoring. And 2, IT'S A FREAKING SATURDAY!" she hollers. I flinch. Her eyes soften. "Listen. I'm going to go back to bed. Wake me up, and I will find the worst cruel and most unusual punishment meeting your standards." She snarls, walking off to her room.

"Well... Never waking her up early on a Saturday ever again." Jessica shudders. I nod, biting into the apple I had been holding.

"Come on. I just want to kill you. I won't- BANG! BAM! YOU DEAD PUNK!" Kaylee screamed at the television screen, high giving Jessica. I looked uneasily at the staircase and thought about lunch.

"You girls are soooo lucky I was already up." Emily says, bouncing down the stairs.

"The boys left around 11:50." Corbyn says.

"I know. They told me." Emily huffs, bringing out her phone. "Brea. Come with to get Kaylee's medicine?"

"Again?" I whine.

"It's the last time." she says, looking at me hopefully. I get up and start heading out without saying anything.

"Be back soon! Don't. Destroy. The house." Emily says before shutting the house door.

Jessica's POV

I heard the front door open and didn't look up. Hoping it wasn't an ax murder or a black rapeist. I kill some more men and high five Kaylee for the hundreth time.

"OOH! And your couple name could be Brake!" I hear Emily say, laughing as Brea loudly sighs. I pause the game.

"What happened?" I as, turning to face the girls and cocking an eyebrow.

"She met a boy. His name is Jake. And they're going on a date next Thursday." Emily says while Brea says nothing, typing away on her phone, ignoring us.

"That's nice. NOW KILL!" Kaylee shouts, un-pausing the game. I laugh as I move around, watching for anybody to shoot.

Ahh. Call of Duty. It affects you. Addicting. Like drugs...

"How long have they been at it?" I hear Emily ask.

BABOOM GUY! YOU'RE DEAD NOW!

"What time did you go to bed again?" Haylee asks.

"About 10:15."

"And what time is it now?" Corbyn asks.

"1:50."

"Then about 3 hours and 45 minutes." Corbyn says, I smirk to myself and I hear a sigh.

"Anyways." I hear, followed by muffled mumbling. I wanted to know what it was bout. But couldn't tear my eyes away from the addictivness of Call Of Duty.

"Okay. We're going to get lunch. You stay here and play." Brea says. Shuffling. They were probably getting ready.

"Where ya going?" Kaylee asks, mumbling to me, "you're good." I move forward, hoping there was no surprise attacker.

"McDonalds." Brea answers.

"Jess you coming?" Kaylee asks. I look up to see she had abandoned her controller and was up and walking out the door.

"Well.... Since I'm dead now... I guess!" I chirp, hearing my player die.

"LET'S GO THEN!" She shouts, racing out the door with me linked on her arm.

"TO MCDONALDS WE RIDE!" She hollers, hopping in the car as I stumble from laughing. I hop in and see Kaylee. She looked like a little 6 year old kid on Christmas, awating to be showered in Christmas presents.

This was going to be a looong ride.

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Who can catch the Princess Bride thing? What was it?