I was standing in my room, with Maggie digging through my closet. She'd been digging for the past hour trying to find, in her words, "the perfect outfit for tonight". I tried to convince her that it didn't matter what I wore, but she wouldn't hear it. Finally she emerged, with a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt in her arms.
"It took you an hour just to find that!" I screamed at Maggie.
"Fashion is a difficult art."
"Ugggggg!"
Maggie could be so annoying sometimes.
"Just go put it on."
"Fine."
Once I had changed into my dark-wash jeans, and what turned out to be a school-spirit T-shirt, we headed over to the concert. It turned out to be even worse than I'd imagined it would be, but oh well, what could I expect, but I did strangely feel like I was being watched the whole time.
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Heartbeat
Roman d'amourBethany is the ultimate boy band hater, so when her best friend Maggie get tickets to a Heartbeat concert she automatically turns them down, but after lot's of persuading Maggie finally gets Bethany to go. What happens after that is just kind of ama...
