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3-the badlands

AN
hello and welcome to chapter three!
dont expect this much uploading from me in the next few days lmao

this is a long chapter oop

anyway, official desc;

chapter three; concerts and noisy crowds, all tuned down for you

george and karl go to a concert- and something unexpected catches their eyes HINT HINT
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karl had been ecstatic these past few days.

picking out his outfit as carefully as possible, showering every day, even buying new cologne- 

i didnt really bother.

i mean, it was cool and all, the band- but i think there was something else there for karl.

a certain drummer, perhaps?

but i didnt mention it. at least it gave some kind of reason to his chaos. like right now, for example- the day before the concert.

«george, wheres my hoodie?!»
i hear a shout from the kitchen.

«which one?» karl never wore anything else than hoodies-i dont think he has a shirt in his closet.

«you know, the purple-green one with the swirly thingy on the back?!»

«oh-right.. uhm sure.»
i have no idea what hes talking about

«so you know where it is?»
karl comes flopping into my room, looking relieved.

«what? when did i say that?»
karl just sighs and flops back out. he walks kind of like a penguin.

but karls outfit stress has lead me to a realization; what the shit was i going to wear?

my closet existed mostly of sweatpants and blue sweaters. i did have a pair of black jeans, though- and i guess i could just throw on a navy blue sweater over that. good enough. i think.

see, i dont really know the popularity of this band. are they, like, famous? or one of those «underground» bands i always hear people bragging about.

i look over at my watch half-consciously. 11:30 pm- «karl! go to sleep!» karl was never one for staying up late.

i figure i should get to bed aswell, seeing as we were waking up at 7 tomorrow. i sigh. i hate mornings
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timeskip to when theyre at the concert (:
still goog pov
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the bus ride had been long- or felt like it, at least. an hour at most probably.

now we were here, anyways. it was kind of exciting, ill admit- and karl was freaking out. i was running after him to every merch and candy stand in the area- id bet hed already spent about 50 dollars an hour in.

karl had switched out his former hoodie with a new one with a «The Badlands» print over the back. the rest was purple- thats what i guessed, based on it being karls favorite colour.

suddenly i check the clock and see its about to start. i had gotten us places near the front- just for the fun of it, i never went to concerts. and i definetly had the money for it.

so karl drags me over to the fence with record speed and the guard lets us in. as it turns out, the band were pretty popular-extremely, actually.

karl had told me beforehand about how they got famous- a fanfiction about some minecraft youtubers. i realize we must have a similar audience when i get recognized for the 11th time.

when weve waited about half an hour by the fence, the sun starts to set, and suddenly a group walks on-stage.

they all looked to be about 20-25, and seemed they were new to this. not amateurs, but this was probably their first tour.

as i hear karl scream beside me, my eyes set on one particular guy. dirty-blonde, wearing one of their own merch hoodies. i guessed this one was green? or red. it all looked like piss to me.

i study the face of the blonde. he was cute, i got why all the teenage girls were swooning- but he seemed cocky. and just as my liking to him drops a bit, the song starts.

(AN yes i used another song for this. im not gonna write a whole song for a fanfic who do u think i am)

im headed straight for the floor

my breath hitches a bit. his voice was beautiful.

the alcohol served its tour,

a bit wavering, like he was nervous. based on the crowds reaction, this was the song that blew up- i got that, it was good. i look over at karl as the rest of the song plays.

his sight is set on someone on the stage- i follow his gaze to a guy with a white headband. he looked concentrated but happy as he made rythm with the drums.

i chuckle a bit to myself as i think of my crushing friend. and as these thiughts flow through my mind, a new song starts.

im in my bed
and youre not here

this one had a flowing melody to it- i liked it more than the last one, i think. my sights set on the blonde as i realize ive heard this one before.

i sing along to the lyrics as they come; karl screaming them beside me.

im falling again,
im falling again,
im faaaalling

and my gaze is set on my roommate as i feel a pair of eyes burning on me. i look around to see whos staring at me- i catch the eyes of the blonde on stage.

am i imagining the blush he gets as he doesnt look away for the rest of the lyrics? im definetly not imagining the butterflies in my stomach.

i suddenly feel another pair of eyes on me, and look back over at karl. his face is a bit crazy- looking at me like im some ethereal being.

«dude, hes- dream is honking staring at you!»
dream. right.

i shrug nonchalantly as opposed to the swirling in my stomach and look back over at the stage, finding the blondes-dreams eyes still trained on me. i laugh and bump karl with my elbow.

«im having a y/n moment right now, karl, stop screaming.» karl laughs and we both look up to the stage again- but this time karl is the one to find eyes on him.

i hear a gasp beside me as karl locks eyes with the drummer- silence for a millisecond and then hes freaking out.

«george, george. hes looking at me. george what do i do. george-« i have to slap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing out loud.

«GEORGE! this is not funny! george please. sapnaps looking at me.» he whisper shouts to me. i compose myself and just shrug, earning a half-hearted slap to the shoulder. my eyes lead up to the stage and find that the last song is over, with dream and karls crush- sapnap? screaming with the crowd.

these people had such weird stage names. mine was just my regular name.

karl is looking shocked- like someone just brought a million dollars in cash to him- and i have to punch him slightly in the arm to get him back to reality.

«oh my honk, george, what do i do. we have meetup tickets after the show. george they looked at us- did i look good? do you think he liked me?»

«karl! its not that big of a deal. im sure they liked you. who wouldnt.» i earn a friendly punch from my friend.

«and anyways, im sure the meetup will go just fine. if we get there in time- shit, its in five minutes. we gotta run.»

i drag a mortified karl with me into the meetup room as the clock strikes 12.

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AN
1.2k words oop

i was thinking of doing this in dreams perspective aswell, but then the story goes so slow and just ahsjfjslhd. so no.

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