Come Back Home

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"C'mon Frankie, it's only a few hours. If you go with me, I will buy you sushi after," my cousin Cece bribed.

"I have things to do, I'm not wasting my Friday at some meet and greet thing," I snapped.

"Please, please, please," she guilted, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.

"Fine, but you owe me."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Cece said, as she ran to her room to get dressed.

I rolled my eyes and grinned as I went to change into something halfway decent. I pulled on my cuffed jeans and tucked my Bon Iver t-shirt into them. Then I laced my "Old Skool," Vans and brushed through my jet black hair a few times.

"Frankie are you ready," Cece yelled.

"I guess," I honestly replied, walking out of my room to see Cece standing by the door. "Get into the car, I'll lock up the house."

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It was about a 15 minute ride to arrive at the venue where the Digitour was.

In the passenger seat, Cece bounced with excitement. "This is going to be so fun," she grinned widely.

I smiled, trying my hardest to act excited for some kids who just have a lot of followers on social media.

"Let's go! We are going to be late," Cece jumped up, running out of the car. I did my best to keep up with her, but it was tough.

Once we have our tickets to the large security man, we continued in. A sea of hundreds of teenage girls engulfed us.

"You have your phone on if you get lost, yeah?" I yelled.

"Yeah, I got it," she replied, giving me a thumbs up as she was taken by the crowd.

I looked around, frantically searching for a secluded area so I wouldn't be bombarded with people. Crowds made me nervous.

A staircase? No one uses stairs anymore. Yeah, thats a good place.

I looked around until I saw the stairs, which I dashed to. Once I was safe from the fangirls in the unsightly staircase, I got out my headphones to listen to music.

Once my home screen popped up, I got a text from Cece:

PLEASE WALK AROUND WITH ME, THE CROWD HAS THINNED OUT! I'M IN THE MEET AND GREET VIP SECTION!!

You've got to be kidding.

I took a deep breath and somehow found my way to her. "Where to first?"

"Um, Luke Korns," she jumped happily, pulling my arm towards his booth.

While we waited in line, I looked around. "Pretty big turnout for a bunch of teenagers," I thought.

I turned and looked at the booth across from where we were. At the same time, a boy about my age caught my glance...