The Fangirl's Dream (A for KING & COUNTRY fanfic)

Chapter 3: First Impressions?

I press save on my first blog post. It was mostly about me, how much I love fK&C, how excited I was, lots of info a person would need if they were gonna understand the rest of what I wrote. I had thrown in a few pics of me at concerts, me at meet and greets, all my merch, etc. I had said that I was planning on my first concert being on the 13th, and was planning on being with them until the last concert.

What I didn't tell them is that one of the guys was going to PICK ME UP FROM THE AIRPORT. Incognito, of course. ;) I entitled my blog "The Contest Winner: My Life on the road with for KING & COUNTRY", and set my picture of the most recent selfie I had taken with them. "I hope I don't get haters or rude people commenting on these..." I mumble as I slip my phone back into my pocket and pull out my suitcase. "Let's see....." They had included a packing list of everything I might need. Well, I want have casual stuff, and maybe one nicer outfit. After all, I want to be real with them. I grab all my bandom and fandom shirts and sort through them, picking my favs. I pack all my clothes in one suitcase. In another, smaller one, I pack all my drawings of band members I might see, all my CDs, all my fandom stuff, basically, plus my drawing notebook, a huge pack of pencils, pens, sharpies, and stuff like that for the road, and lots more. Then I remembered something else and...

So to sum up, I packed a LOT of stuff. And worked on my school like mad. And prepared myself.

June 13th

I was so jumpy and excited on the plane over to Minnesota... I WAS REALLY GOING I WAS GOING I WAS GOING HOLY CRAP I WAS ACTUALLY GOING!!!!!!

I got there without a hitch, and got my bags at the baggage claim. I was looking for a scarf... was it red? Or was it blue? Oh well, it must be Joel, *mentally fangirls a whole frickin' lot* he always wears a scarf, like, everywhere, and I know what he looks like. Hmm... It's that guy. Yup, blue scarf, right build, right height, and there he goes, turning around so I can see his face, aaaaaaaaand......

HOLY CRAP IT'S HIM I AM ACTUALLY MEETING JOEL SMALLBONE AT AN AIRPORT BECAUSE I AM GOING ON THEIR TOUR WITH THEM. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY CRAP.

But, calmly on the outside, I walk over to him. He sees me and smiles. OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Erm.... HI! I say, waiving like my hand isn't attached to my wrist, with a huge dorky fangirling smile.

"Hello!" he says, still smiling and holding out his hand to shake.

I hold out my hand to shake, dropping the bag I'm holding... ONTO MY FOOT. And what do you know, something heavy landed on my big toe. "Ahh!!!!!" I yelp, immediately jerking my foot out from under the bag. I hop on one foot for a second before I recover my few shards of pride and suck it up. I look over to find Joel trying not to laugh and slinging my bag over his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asks, still trying not to laugh. I look at him and crack up. We both stand there for a second, laughing our heads off.

"So much..... for.... good first impressions!" I gasp through the laughter.

"Don't worry." he says, shill chuckling a bit. "We've met before, remember?" Then he holds out his phone, and on it is MY BLOG POST?!?! "Apparently we've met... 4 times now?"

"Well, that is true! I'm sure you know by know I'm a HUGE fan. Although I'm quite honored you read my blog post. And I can take my bag." I say.

"Yes, you are a huge fan, which is why you're here! And, don't worry, I've got the bag. You might drop it again..." He smiles at me.

I blush. "I'm a huge klutz." I warn him.

"Don't worry, we'll deal with you. You hungry?" he asks.

"Umm, I'm a teenage girl. I'm always hungry." I smile.

"Good to know... Well then, lets be off!" he says. "Because we're meeting Luke for lunch.