The universe has never liked me. It was a well known fact to everyone that knew me. It would explain the situation I was in very clearly. What situtation? Let's just say it officially started when an Irish International Superstar guy came up to me with a simple plea.
"Will you be my girlfriend for a day?"
"Brooke," Victoria gasped touching my face lightly, her coffee brown eyes shining with concern. "What the fuck happened to your face?" That's my best friend's suave way with words right there.
Snorting I swatted away her hand, brushing my fingers against the bruise forming on the tip of my forehead. I winced when I applied a little pressure to see how bad it hurt. It was like someone just threw a brick at my face which was close to the truth. "I ran into a wall," I muttered sheepishly shrugging my shoulders as Victoria sent me a look. "It just appeared out of nowhere!" I defended myself feeling stupid as the corners of Victoria's mouth tugged up into a smile. "Don't laugh."
She held a hand to her mouth. "I wouldn't laugh! I'm not that mean!" she grinned trying to pull off the look of innocence. All it did was further prove the demon that she possessed.
I scowled at her. "Go shove your face in a deep fryer," I snapped.
She matched my scowl. "Fuck you."
"I have people who do that for me."
Victoria opened her mouth but then closed it nodding her head in respect. "That was a good one Brooke, that was a really good one," she admitted a bit reluctantly. Grinning victoriously (can't even think that without thinking of Victoria first) I waggled my eyebrows.
"I'm just that good," I smirked examining my nails before blowing on them.
Victoria smiled good humoredly and pushed me a bit. "Bitch," she laughed reminding me of the loving nicknames we have for each other.
I blinked. "Did you just call me a bitch?" I asked acting offended. "Well then you're a slut with your...your...," I stammered looking at her clothing, it was actually pretty modest for the summer, "Ah damn I got nothing."
"Used all your genius for that other comeback?" Victoria joked ruffling up my caramel colored hair. I mock glared at her, almost positive that my normally ocean blue eyes were a darker color by the way Victoria squinted to get a good look into my eyes. That's right, my eyes changed colors. Be jealous.
"What? You jelly that I had a better comeback then you?" I laughed shaking her hand off my head.
"Nah I'm more of a peanut butter person than jelly."
"...still not as good as mine."
"Not hard enough," I countered flicking her nose.
She giggled. "Hard enough...dick jokes..." she laughed quietly to herself.
Her sperm was defected my mind quickly reassured me as she continued to laugh to herself forgetting that I was even there. That was actually a very plausible reason.
"Anyways," I started drawing our attention back to the real reason she was here. "What did you need?"
Victoria's eyes brightened considerably as she remembered why she was here. "Oh right!" she snapped her fingers. "I came here to tell you that I got..." Victoria stopped talking to build the suspense.
"Got what? Just tell already," I insisted crossing my legs on my bed. Leaning back on my hands I waited for her to finish her sentence.
"One Direction tickets baby!" she exclaimed throwing her hands up. "I won them off the radio!"
My eyes widened. "Did you seriously?" I asked excitement lacing the tone of my voice.
"Of course! I wouldn't lie about that! 3 days till One Direction!" she grinned hugging me. I was frozen as her words processed in my mind. I wasn't a huge fan of One Direction, hell I wouldn't call myself a Directioner so that tells you something, but I did really like their music. And they were hot so that was a plus. But I didn't really consider them as one of my favorite bands of all time. They had good music though.
"That's fucking awesome! I can't believe you managed that!"
Victoria smirked mimicking my expression from a few moments ago. "I'm just that good," she quoted her eyes lit up with anticipation. "I can't wait!" she squealed clapping her hands. I gave her a few moments to compose herself and not act like a 13 year old fangirl. We were 17 for crying out loud.