Life's A Rollercoaster

Chapter Eleven

Recap:

I narrowed my eyes but suggested Niall to try giving her CPR. He did and Ariel grabbed his head in a sad attempt to make out with him. What the heck. I'm not even that desperate. It kinda reminded me of the Sandlot.

"What the heck?" Niall pulled away, wiping his lips. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Didn't you hear?" Ariel cackled. "I'm in a mental hospital."

At that all of us started laughing, maybe it was relief. I don't know but I do know one thing.

Ariel had kissed Niall and I hadn't and I found that really upsetting.

"Hey, do you guys want to come to our house so Ariel can dry off and warm up?" Harry asked, looking a bit concerned for my friend. What a gentleman.

"Yes." I answered and before anyone else could speak I pulled Ariel off the ground and was dragging her to the beach house.

It was time for a par-tay.

Chapter Eleven

I dragged Ariel all the way to the wooden stairs near One Direction's beach house.  There was no way I would be able to pull her up an obstacle like that, so  I let go of her hand and flounced up the steps.  I raced over to the door and opened it.  This was going to be the best night ever.

"Brooklyn, get back here!" Harry shouted.  "Wait for us!"

There was no way I was waiting.  That's like asking a kid to hold a chocolate bar for two hours straight, but not eat it.  Like, who does that?

Sneakily, I looked over my shoulder at Harry.  He was sprinting towards me.  Dangerously fast.  Or at least he wasn't going grandma speed.  I wish he was.

I slammed the door shut and locked it.  Things were going to get interesting.

Loud pounding erupted on the other side of the door.  From the door's beautiful built-in window, I could see Harry with his face pressed against the glass.  He looked sooo attractive.  I could just lick him.  But, you know, I'm not a cat . . . and apparently that behavior isn't acceptable by society.  So instead, I pressed my finger against the glass and tried to pet his beautiful chin.  He pulled away from the window and frowned at me, but I just shrugged innocently and waved.

"Brook, let me in!" Harry shouted.  "This is my home!"

"Not anymore!"

Niall pushed Harry away from the window and gave me his best pleading face.  "Come on, Brook.  I'm hungry.  Let me in.  Don't torture me.  Billy-Bob commands you to let us in."

"I'm sorry, but I have to see Liam's room.  This is special to me," I explained.

I really did want to see Liam's room.  It was half the reason I was locking them outside.  The other reason was because I just liked seeing them beg to me.  It was like I had some weird hold over them.  Sure, they just wanted to get back inside their beach house, but that's not what mattered.  Soon enough, they'll be pleading with me for my hand in marriage.  They need to get used to this kind of thing.  Once I marry all five boys, it'll be a daily occurrence to decide who gets to spend the day with me.

I turned around and skipped away from the door.  Harry and Niall started to frantically pound against the window again, this time both of them shouting my name.  "Brook!  Brook, you come back here!  Let us in!"

Their voices were drowned out by my evil planning.  This was going to be great.  I found the stairs and skipped two at a time, reaching the second level in a flash.  I should really join the Olympics.  Liam and I could be running buddies!