Kryptonite ;One Direction;

Chapter One: Pilot

'Turn away, if you could get me a drink of water cause my lips are chapped and faded

Call my Aunt Marie, help her gather all my things

And bury me in all my favorite colors

My sisters and my brothers still, I will not kiss you

Because the hardest part of this, is leaving you'

        I tossed back the covers while my hand blindly searched for my phone that was blaring My Chemical Romance. I groaned in agony when I couldn't find it and rolled over.  Opening my eyes to the bright light, I sighed and spotted my phone, bringing it to my ear.

"Yes?" My voice croaked, groggy from the rude awakening.

        My mother's chipper tone was on the other end, "Rise and shine beautiful! A few things, could you empty the dishwasher and put a load in the washer? Second, put something nice on and go visit Niall. It's been a while since you've seen the poor boy, and he's in town!" My eyes shifted to the alarm clock on my bedside table. How can someone be this happy at 8 in the morning? Did I mention it's the weekend? This is a sin for teenagers. I almost missed that she mentioned Niall was in town.

        "He is?" I said, slightly perking up at the sound of 'Niall'. I sat up in bed, my right hand holding the cell phone to my ear. "Which hotel is he in this time?"

        "He's at the Hilton! You still have his number, right darling?"

        "Yes, mother. Why would I delete it? He's my best friend." I said with a smile even though she couldn't see it. I hadn't seen Niall in two years, but that doesn't change our friendship. 

        "I know sweeite i just wasn't sure if things have changed with the distance and hormones and..." I scoffed at that excuse. "Well, feel free to stay over as long as you want to! Let's aim for a curfew of midnight or one if possible."

        "Yes ma'am!" My feet hit the floor as I hung up, suddenly forgiving her of the early wake up call as the giddiness of seeing my childhood best friend rushed through my blood.. I tossed my phone on the bed as I stretched. I did as my mother asked, emptying the dishwasher and throwing both our clothes in the washer. 

        This is the part of the cheesy movie montage where I look in the mirror and say it's going to be a good day, before you giving you my life story. Well, My full name is Christina Rain Greenwell. I'm 17 going onto 18, and a junior at Sea Side High school. I grew up in Dallas, Texas, on the outskirt suburbs.  I live in a small apartment with my mother, just a few blocks from my school. My mother has a small income job that covers the bills just enough for living and the gas it took to get to work. It was simpler living- I don't mind being one of the few teenagers in my grade that doesn't own a car. If I want to get somewhere, I'll run, take the bus, or hitch a ride with a friend.

         My pj's hit the floor as I changed into a pair of denim jeans. I pulled a simple tank top and slipped on white converse. I grabbed my wallet for bus fare and locked up behind me. As I walked to the bus station, I texted my old childhood best friend, Niall Horan, telling him I was coming over. Niall's mother and mine had grown up together, becoming super close in high school. Even though Niall's mom moved out of the United States when she got married, they kept close through email and phone calls. Niall's mom visited us when I was 3 and I met the blonde 4-year-old who soon became the brother I never had. Like mother, like child they say as our friendship bloomed through the years.

I used to get to see him every summer when they visited the states, but Niall's parents went through a divorce and he was getting busier with his life. Though I wasn't able to physically see him anymore, we still sent each other little texts and letters. He called me old fashioned and a grandmother for my lack of technology knowledge.