(I'm writing this on my phone)
-your p.o.v-
It's been two months since you last seen Michael. You've been coping but to be honest you missed the bomb d. You feel like no one can replace him so you're laying low key for a while.
Your best friend persuaded you to go to one of his concerts and to be honest you're really excited. Its not because you miss him but you're a lover of his music.
It was around six p.m and you decided to get dressed in ripped jeans, a white crop top and red converses. You finished the look by adding some gold Jewellery and a bandana bow around your high bun.
When you were done preparing, you hopped in your Mercedes and drove down the street to pick up b/f/n.
------------skipping drive--------------
"This is going to be fucking awesome." b/f/n said, unbuckling her seatbelt, as you easily glided the car into a parking spot. You were so nervous now that there was no turning back. You held a tight grip on the steering wheel as butterflies flapped around your stomach.
Fuck Michael. He still gives you feelings,which you hated.
"Bitch,the fuck, hurry up." Your best friend brought you back to reality. She looked at you from the window.
"It'll be alright. Maybe y'all will spark a new flame."
You scoffed and rolled your eyes,"As if." You got out of the car and walked briskly to the concert.
They searched you and took your tickets whilst you followed your best friend to your seats.
"Why did you get us fucking front row!" You screamed, as frustration and anxiety took over. This was going to end up bad...
