anxiety

C8: Australia Loves America

>>Luke
Dylann sent me her phone number so I could call her. I immediately called her in case something was up.

"Luke I'm coming to Australia. I heard about the-" a bag fell in the back ground. then a groan and a quiet swear word slipped in.

"Dylann don't do it- it's okay. I'm-"

"Luke. I've lost people I loved to shooting, suicide, murder, bombings, diseases. I don't want it to ever happen." she screamed as a crash announced her leaving somewhere.

"if it happens again- you shouldn't be here for it."

"no-Luke I really really like you- I don't want to lose you. ever. your a supposed fan that has met me and became great friends with. please Luke. I care about you."she whispered into the phone.

"okay. but if I die on my grave stone put 'go, and find anxiety-girl and blame her.'" I said.

"whatever. I'm putting, 'anxiety-girl is a huge fan of his butt'." she laughed .

"oh heck no!" I said.

"gotta go, hems. call you when I get in. bye...cute thing..." she said.

"okay, sage. I will call back. bye, short hooooman!" I said clicking the end button.

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>>Dylann

I was close to touching down in Sydney, Australia. The pilot said the announcement a few short minutes ago, which was a quiet whisper through the speakers. I didn't text Luke immediately because, we didn't even touch the black top. (runway, if you must know!) but I gave it a few minutes more. I sat in between two annoying teenage boys. more like tween boys.

they kept making snobby comments about people around us, and giggling about their life. and what they wore. I wore my Mayday Parade shirt with pride. they even spoke about me, but I ignored it.

few times the boys made jokes about my boobs, which I almost cried out bloody murder swear words at them. I pulled out my phone and called Luke.

"hey, Dylann."

"hi, lucifer." I said glaring at the plane ceiling.

"you get in?" he asked.

"yaaaas I did! I sat in between two annoying tween-Taylor-swift-fan-boys!" I said laughing.

"okay, I'm not far from the airport. with tour and stuff, we live near that place.."

"yes, I know about your tour stuff, broham. you left Las Vegas for that reason, right? tour?" I said. I looked around. the plane jolted for a moment.

"yeaaaah. I'm out the door." he said as I heard a loud click.

"okay, so I got a hotel for now, I'll stay there."

"nooo! come stay with me and Michael! he can share his bed with me. you can sleep in my room."

"ugh, no. not sleeping in a teenage boys room. I love you, but no. no boys room. with out a guy in there to show I will live with crap on his floor."

"whaaateveeeeerrr! haha.... I just didn't kick a pile of clothes under my beddddd...hihihi." he said with care and humor.

"Luke, I'm getting off now. so see you in a bit."

"yeah, look for a pink haired boy on a blind boys back. okay byyyyeeeee!" he clicked the end button for me.

I ran off the plane like crazy, and ran for baggage claim with my back pack jumping like mad.