Nothing At First: A Leondre Devries and Charlie Lenehan Fanfiction. :)

Brianna's P.O.V

                                                                 

     "Brianna!" My mom yelled to me while I was in my room on my phone.

     "What!?" I yelled back.

     "No whats, get out here now!"

     "Yes Ma'am..." I said quietly.

     "Are you ready for the concert?'

     "Oh, crap, no!" I was wearing black happy cow shorts, and a white tank-top. I ran in my room and grabbed my hollister skinny jeans, my pink Vans, and a pink Shawn Mendes t-shirt. I sprinted to the bathroom and threw on my clothes. I grabbed the curling wand. The wrong end though!

     "Owwwwww!" I screamed. I carefully picked up the RIGHT END of the wand and started curling my hair. but only took like three minutes because I'm just good like that.

     "C'mon, Bri!" my mom said, pounding on the door. I ran out of the bathroom, right past my mom, grabbed my 3000 dollar professional camera, and hopped into the car.

     "Let's go!" I yelled, smiling my head off.

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                                                      Miami, Fl, The Shawn Mendes Concert

     Mom and I walked up to the ticket taking line. I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. BAD. My awesome luck was that we were near the front of the line so I knew that I wouldn't have to wait that long. Finally we reached the front of the line. The man pointed to a sign with an arrow and Mom and I followed the sign's arrow. As soon as we reached our seats I threw my stuff in the seat.

  

     "I need to go to the bathroom." I blurted out.

     "Okay honey." Mom said. Right as I turned to go find a bathroom in the huge maze of a stadium, I took in the whole view. We were really close to the stage. I couldn't wait to see Shawn!!! I started down the path, searching for a bathroom. I kept turning and turning and walking until I realized I was lost.

     "Awe man." I said to myself. I grabbed my camera out of my jacket pocket and started looking through pictures. I smiled when I saw one of me at the last Shawn Mendes concert. Just then, a brown haired boy with a Mic ran past me, making me drop my camera. He apparently heard the crash and turned to pick it up.

     "Sorry." He said, smiling. He had an accent.

    

     "You better hope that didn't break." I was furious.