-Laura's POV-

"NEVERMIND I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOUUUUOWWW I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR YOU TOOWOO! DON'T FORGET MEYE, I BEG, I REMEBUR YOU SAIAID SOMETIMES IT LAST IN LOWVE BUT SOMETIMES IT HURTS INSTEYEAD! SOMETIMES IT LASTS IN LOOVE.... BUT SOMETIMES IT HURTS INSTEA-YEA-E-EAD."

Cassie, Linda and I were jumping on the bed and singing - or should I say screaming - along to Adele's song Someone Like You. We were at Cassie's because in a while we'd have to go get Niall and company, and we wanted to go together. Cassie's house was the one closest to mine and Linda's, since Linda lived to Cassie's right and I lived to her left.

Cassandra's room was filled with Justin Bieber, The Wanted, and The Beatles posters on the walls. She had some Avril Lavigne, Maroon 5, and Taylor Swift ones, too. I couldn't believe someone could like all those different types of music and still be normal.

Her now very messy bed usually was tidy with one stuffed animal on it. The bedspread was a light purple. Cassie's night table thing was really organized, with three books, a lamp, and a cream bottle on it. It had two drawers which were filled with her electronics: Nintendo, old cellphones, iPad, iPod, camera... I didn't know how she used her things and put them back so neat and organized. It scared me smetimes.

She had a table with notebooks in one side, pictures of her and her friends in the other. I loved how I appeared in all of them except for one. She did her homework there, always.

When the song ended, I sat on the bed. "TEN MINUTES. BE THERE WE AIRPORT TO TEN IN MINUTES HAVE." Okay. Not even I understood what I had just said, but I stared at the girls with an anxious look and they understood me.

"That sounded funny," Linda said. I was surprised she wasn't fangirling right now. It didn't seem like her. "Did you mean 'we have to be there in ten minutes'? Wait, I didn't use the word airport... Was it 'we have to be in airport there in ten minutes'?" We all laughed.

"No, I'm serious. We have to go there now if we're really going to pick them up," I insisted after calming down a little. Shit... Do you really think he'll come?"

Cassie and Linda laughed without me. I didn't understand what was so funny. They noticed my oblivious look, so Cass explained. "Dude. HE WANTS TO COME. Do jou understandi now?" She said the last part in a Spanish accent.

It was an inside joke the three of us had of this guy that didn't know much english was explaining to us something. He had to explain it various times, and the last time he screamed, 'DO JOU UNDERSTANDI NOW?' We couldn't stop giggling for like an hour when that happened.

Cassie was shaking me by the shoulders, and I laughed and screamed at the same time. I don't know how I survived. "S-stop iiit! I'll d-d-di-ie!" I yelled and she finally let go. "Okay! I understandi jou. But we have to go now. We only have five minutes!" I said as I checked my watch again.

Linda jumped off the bed, her eyes big. "But my hair looks like a mess! What will I do? I can't go like this," she whined, but I pulled her away from the mirror and to where her shoes were. I couldn't believe she was wearing high heels to the airport.

"Put them on, now," I said, while I tried to put my own converse on. It seemed like they had shrunk; it happened every time I took them off and put them back on. It was too hard.

We were finally ready to go, and Cassie lead us out the front door. "My mom's taking us. Oh!" She ran to the car as fast as she could, me following and Linda behind.

"Shotgun!"

"SHOTGUN ME!"

"SHOTGUNNIN'."

Sadly, Cassie got to the car first. I stared at her fake-glumly, then opened the door to the back seats and climbed in. Cassie's mom was already there, in the driver's seat. "Hi miss O'Neill," I greeted with a big smile.

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