𝟓𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

im broke again but its worth it i guess

!! words in italic are thoughts !!

5WIRL is a band that you are a big fan of, you attend all their concerts, and live streams, and buy merchandise sometimes. But the only thing you have never attended, or been to is their fan meetings. You always sign up online but have failed each time. (You've tried at least 5 times) You pray to the archons that you get chosen to meet them, and you failed each time. But you know that there are only 5 people who are chosen, and they have millions of fans who sign up online to meet them, so it's better not to get your hopes up.

On the 5WIRL official account, they posted that there would be a fan meeting again in around 2 weeks, you decided to sign up again, even though you "know" you're going to fail. You sighed rather loudly.

-Fast forward 1 week-

After what felt like forever, the 5WIRL official account stated that they have already texted the people who will meet up with 5WIRL, and you realized you haven't checked your messages yet. Your fingers drifted off quickly to your messages and your eyes widened, you were one of those people! You almost screamed because of your shock and surprise. 

You were already deciding things to do when you meet them, like what you're going to wear and say. But you doubt that things are going to go the way you want it to. Then you started overthinking. 'What if I start stuttering and accidentally say things I'm not supposed to.. What if they find me annoying? What if I accidentally reveal that I read fanfiction about them.. Wait- How the hell will our conversation go that far to talking about personal things? Eh, anyway back to the Whatifs. What if...' 

 You quickly tried to shoo away those thoughts but it wasn't easy.

But even with those thoughts, you still had all that excitement you had when you saw they messaged you.

-1 day after-

Today, you decided to pick an outfit because you forgot to pick one yesterday (partly because of the excitement). You went to your closet and deadpanned. All your clothes looked the same, with the pants or shorts being denim, a lighter or darker color, and your shirts being white or black with patterns and words on them. 

"I need to go fucking shopping."

You quickly changed into one of those boring, plain shirts and shorts, wore socks and put your white sneakers on, and stuffed your wallet, water, and alcohol (in case) in your bag and you took a taxi to the nearest clothing shop. Since you were broke as fuck, you wanted to be "wise" and pick around 1-2 clothes, and refrain from spending too much. 'Dress? T-shirt and shorts? Pants?'  

You were just standing in the entrance, brainstorming what to wear, well until someone spoke to you. "Excuse me Miss," said a blonde haired man, sounding rather familiar but you couldn't figure who. His face was covered with a hat, was wearing a mask, and black tinted glasses. "Ah.. Sorry, I zoned out for a bit. I'll move." You smiled. You started looking around, your legs taking you to the dress section. There were a lot of dresses there, all beautiful, making it harder to choose. 

'I'm gonna have a headache choosing and I just started...' You sighed.

In 2 hours, you chose 3 dresses and went in the fitting room, the first one being an off-shoulder dress with ruffles and a white and blue plaid design, and a light blue flower resting on your hip. 

The second being a cream-white dress, with puffy sleeves, a square neck and a skirt connected to the torso, right below your knees and some pearls. 

And the third/last one is a light pink one, with umbrella sleeves and a v-neck, a skirt a bit above your knees, connected to the torso with a white bow on your hip.

After a few minutes of deciding, you decided to go with the first dress. And while you were there too, you got a silver necklace with a shiny moon pendant too. You had around 3,000 mora, and after you bought them you had 2,200 mora. (The dress was around 700+ and the necklace was 100 mora.)

You went home on a taxi, exhausted. You drank your water in hopes for refreshment but it went warm. The disappointment was real. Anyway, you arrived home in 15 minutes, put the bag down, took off your shoes and changed into pajamas and basically fell on the bed 'Today was exhausting, god damn..' And right after that, you fell asleep. 

'Wait a minute. Did I eat dinner yet?' 

'Not yet you forgetful fuck! Go eat, your stomach is having a heart attack!' 

"OH SHIT!"

Your thoughts thankfully reminded you and scolded you, your stomach did feel as if it was having a heart attack. You ran over to the kitchen and grabbed the first thing you could see, and it was bread. It was cold, as if it's been in the freezer for a few hours, but that didn't matter, you were having a stomach crisis! You quickly grabbed the ingredients to make Tonkotsu Ramen, and cooked it. (even as a ramen lover myself, I don't know how to make ramen, but I will not bother on searching "how to make ramen".) 

While waiting, you stuffed a few small snacks in your mouth, to save space for the ramen. After a few minutes that felt like forever, it was finished. You quickly took the ramen, ignoring the pain in your hands from the heat. You grabbed a fork instead of chopsticks because you work smarter, not harder. Then you ate it, with a satisfied stomach. But it wasn't until now that you realized your hands were burning.

"I feel like this pain is going to kill me. Whatever, I'm tired as hell." You sighed and walked lazily to your bed and fell in it.

Words: 990

If you haven't noticed, you talk to yourself and your thoughts because.. We are loners in this story, so to entertain ourselves, we talk to ourselves. I'm literally exposing myself rn.