Sprinkling Fling ✓

34.

not my best drawing but i wanted to have the chapter up

it's been a while, enjoy x

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Exasperated, I walk from my room to the front door. Who the fuck needs to come here now. The knocking didn't stop after I didn't answer immediately. I was waiting for anyone else to open the door, but apparently, nobody made a move to do so.

Well, here I am, dressed in pajamas in the middle of the day. I've been lying in bed, binge-watching shows, and eating ice cream. That's 101 getting over a boy, right?

I swing the door open with force, eager to get this over with, and jump right back into bed.

"Taylor?" I question as he stands in front of my door. "What are you doing here? If this has anything to do with Del, can you please not?"

If Del sent him, I'm going to murder someone for real. Chances are that someone is Del.

"No, I'm here for the concert, remember?" He says and waves the two tickets in front of my face, "Arctic Monkeys, you and me. Not a date."

Oh fuck. That is today.

It completely slipped my mind because of everything that happened in the past few days.

It has been two days since I discovered the whole Chase is Del thing, and I haven't spoken to him since. He has stopped by my place multiple times, but each time, one of my roommates sent him away. Even Oliver is pissed with him, and they are close friends.

I didn't attend practice yesterday.

They started this Saturday again, even though, some players were still home with their families.

And now it is Sunday, the day of the Arctic Monkeys concert.

I immediately feel guilty. How could I forget that?

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I forgot. I'll get ready as quick as I can." I say and pull Taylor inside.

I lead him to the kitchen where Darlene makes a snack—so she is here, but didn't answer the door.

"Can you keep him company, please? I need to get ready." I ask her as I push him into the kitchen and disappear before she gets to reply.

I rush to my room and find an outfit. I didn't have time to plan out anything, so I grab the first few items that go sort of in theme with the band. I don't want to stand out, so I go for black straight-legged jeans and a graphic tee. I quickly take my hair out of the bun and brush through it. My long straight hair falls down my back.

I apply light makeup and finish it off with pinkish lipstick.

I look into to mirror. The girl in front of me looks a lot better than yesterday but still, there is this look of death hiding being my eyes. Becaus, that's exactly how I feel.

I don't want to go and force myself to have fun while all I want to do is cry. And just like that, the tears are building up again. I force a smile on my face, swallowing the pain away and smiling through the pain.

I will love tonight, and I'm not going to let a person like Del take that away from me. I love live music; I love bands, and I love the arctic monkeys.

It's surreal that I'm seeing them in concert.

I'm normally not a big concert girly. I usually don't feel like getting a ticket a year before an event. It's not how I roll. And I'm way too scared of getting scammed by getting second-handed tickets. So I usually just enjoy my music through Spotify. It's enough for me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to skip out on an opportunity like this and miss it.