Life's A Rollercoaster

Chapter Seven

Recap:

"That's hilarious." I laughed. "Reblog that." Evan reblogged it and kept scrolling. Suddenly my phone rang.

 "Shalom." I answered.

"Brooklyn?" A deep voice asked. I stiffened, I'd know that voice anywhere. Harry Styles.

"Hello, Harry." I greeted him as calmly as I could. "Couldn't wait for more, eh?"

Harry swallowed uncomfortably. "Actually I was just calling to inform you that you have a date, I mean it's obviously not a real date it's just an appointment, with us tomorrow at eleven."

"'Us' meaning One Direction?" I asked, smiling creepily. Evan gave me a weird look.

Harry paused for a little while. "Uh, Yeah. It's exposure therapy."

I laughed evilly then realized Harry was still on the line. "Oh sorry bro, I wish you hadn't heard that." I apologized.

"Me too." I could tell he was grimacing. "But nice vocal range, anyway."

"Thanks." I said seriously. "I practice all the time, my evil laugh is very important to me."

"Well on that note.....bye." I heard a click and then Harry was gone. No. Come back. Don't leave me.

At least I still have Evan.

Chapter Seven

The next morning, I was jolted away by something - or should I say someone - throwing themselves on top of me while I was trying to get my beauty sleep.  A girl as gorgeous as me needs that precious beauty time.  I mean, being inhumanly hot doesn't just come naturally to people.

"Shut up and let me go!"

I thrashed around under my covers, trying to shove the crazy person off of me.  But instead of the spazz taking a hint and getting off of me, they started to make snow angels - or epically failed at trying to make them.

"For fear of living in regret I changed since from when we first met," the lunatic sang.

That's when I realized something was going on here.  I pulled my arms out from under my covers and shoved the crazy person off of me.  They tumbled onto the hardwood floor below and howled in pain.

"Brook, what the hell?  I thought we were song-buddies here!"

I finally opened my eyes to get a better look at the insane person yelling at me.  At first my vision was clouded with black dots, but quickly it adapted to the light and I focused in on the person lying on the floor next to me.

Ariel.

I should've known.

"What do you want?" I moaned.  "And why are you singing creepy songs?  Shut Up And Let Me Go is not the kind of song I want to wake up to."  I closed my eyes again and flopped my face onto my pillow, yelling very offensive insults into it.

Ariel gasped.  "Girl, don't you ever diss Shut Up And Let Me Go to my face again.  That's my jam!  I wake up to it ever morning, so you better do yourself a favor and start liking it.  Oh, and the receptionist said over our room's intercom that you need to be in the lobby in ten minutes.  One Direction's coming to pick you up for your exposure therapy, or something like that.  But thanks to you and your need for therapy, I lost my last hour of sleep.  Once I'm up, I'm up for good.  So tonight for dinner, you better make it up to me by giving me your dessert.  Otherwise, you're going down.  I have lots of water stored around this facility, and I know how to use it."

The last twenty seconds of Ariel's demanding speech wasn't even important to me.  Right after she said One Direction, I was in heaven.  Smexy British boy band heaven.  Trust me, it's a marvelous place.