The Girl at the Rock Show

Dammit

hey guys welcome to probably yet another failed fic by yours truly!

if you didnt catch the title and chap 1 names they're alll gonna be blink182 songs!!! or just bands in general

ps i know it's just called 'rock show' not 'girl at the rock show' so don't slaughter me just yet

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"WE'RE IN FUCKING L.A.X!" Aubrey Sutton- only my best friend since pigtails and ballet- hyperventilated as we entered the doors of the airport that we spent nights thinking about in the months leading up to our trip.

"Calm down, Bree! It's just an airport!" I shouted while trying my best to restrain a fidgeting, fangirling Aubrey.

"You're right, you're right." Aubrey closed her eyes and breathed slowly, pulling herself together as I repressed any laughter with my palm. We made our way to the baggage claim and stood around patiently waiting for our luggage. "What should we do first?" Aubrey rambled, pulling up her list of things to do in California, conveniently on her phone. "Should we try In-N-Out first? Or Krispy Kreme? Or go to the Santa Monica Pier-"

"I could kill you," I giggled, hauling mine and her suit case off of the baggage claim.

"Okay, not until after I've seen the Hollywood sign though."

"You sound like every east coast highschool-"

"That's because every east coast highschooler wants to live here! After all, west coast, is the best coast!" She nudged my shoulder and grabbed her suit case. I yawned and pulled my phone out to call my mom and let her know I had survived the five hour flight. "Cody, don't tell me you're tired already. We just got here! You promised no jet lag."

"I'm fine, Bree! Shut up already," I laughed. She linked her arm between mine and we rolled our suit cases behind us.

"Wait!" She stopped and searched through her purse while I waited for my mom to pick up.

"Hi Mom! I just wanted to tell you I landed, and me and Aubrey are okay." I looked to Aubrey and she held up a pair of aviators in her hand and gave me a thumbs up with her other. "Call me back later, we're gonna go check in now. Love you." I said before hanging up. "Okay, Aubrey Isla Sutton, are you ready-"

"BORN READY, BABE!" She gushed, linking her arm around mine again and rushing us out of L.A.X.

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"THERE WERE SO MANY HOT BOYS. I swear I almost passed out. They were so- What's wrong, Cody?" Aubrey asked as I opened the door to our hotel room.

We had spent the day at the pier, staring at boys, meeting boys, talking to boys, and Aubrey even scored a few numbers. From boys, if you hadn't already guessed.

Saying few is underestimating it. I stopped counting after boy number fifteen. He was a tall, blonde, and tan, and looked almost exactly like the first fourteen. And even so, he wasn't nearly the last.

If it wasn't implied, boys also asked me for my number, to which I responded with the oldest excuse for saying no: I have a boyfriend.

Which is completely fictional, it's just these guys weren't my type.

I wasn't annoyed with Aubrey though, boys back home were nothing compared to the toned and sculpted torsos and arms of these godly-looking men.

It was funny to watch too, and I even got to tan in the process. So yes, I was indeed a happy camper, but jet lag had finally caught up to me. I could pass out right now.