Socially Awkward

Sunshine?

"So let's re-cap, who dyes their hair a lot?" Exclaims the smiley blonde who is occupying the passenger seat of my mom's mini van.

"Um, Marcus?" I sigh, trying to please my rather, 'excited' best friend.

She turns to me with, with a look that I can only describe as absolutely horrifying, and releases a animalistic groan.

"Jesus Erin! We are about to see 5 seconds of summer, in concert, in less than an hour and I would appreciate if you would at least know their names." She says while attempting to open a bottle of mint colored nail polish.

"I mean it's bad enough that I have to go in this 'mom' ca-" I cut her off before she can finish. "Hey! It's not my fault my mom won't get me my own car" I spat at her. "And if you wanted someone who you could fan girl with, you should of come with Sarah."

"Sarah has to go to her cousin's Bar Mitzvah." She tells me as she begins putting on her first coat of polish. "Her cousin's Jewish?" I ask curiously. "Nope." I've never understood Sarah or her family, and I'm starting to be glad that I don't.

"Besides, I want to go with my best friend." she turns her head, giving me a blushing grin. "And you still owe me a birthday present." I roll my eyes facetiously, "what are you talking about, Emily? I took you to that nice restaurant downtown." She laughs bluntly, "that 'nice' restaurant gave me food poisoning. I was throwing up for a fucking week!"

I couldn't help but Burst out laughing. In my defense, she did order fucking sushi. Its fucking raw fish, what do you expect? Of course, the guy preparing it look like he was fresh out of college and hadn't worked in the food industry a day in his life.

"Turn right here?" I ask as I desperately trying to change subject. If we kept talking about this, she would go into great detail about the 'horrific vomit that tasted slightly like the salad she had for lunch, but mostly like dead Fish'. I was already in a shitty mood because I have to this concert, and I didn't want envision my best friend's puke, also.

"Yes, we should be there In 15 minutes. In the mean time, you can answer more questions!" Emily shouted but messing up one of her newly painted nails in the process. She mumbled a couple of curse words under her breath, before returning to her smiley composure. "Ok, so who is my sunshine?" My eyebrows furrowed as i mocked her words, "sunshine?" She sighed. "really Erin? My favorite member." I actually knew the answer to this one. "Luke Hemmings."

For the past year, anytime I was with Emily, she would play 5 seconds of summer. The topic to every conversation was wether or not 'malum' was real and if Luke Hemmings would 'find this outfit sexy'. Like a good friend, I would sit around and listen to her mindlessly talk about their 'perfect faces' and 'awesome hair'. In all honesty, the only thing that I wanted to know was why they all wore American apparel underwear and how getting amnesia can solve the problems in your love life.

Her eyes lit up and she let out a high pitched squeal, "yes! That's right. I'm so proud of you Erin!" I was about to give her some snarky comment, but she practically through her self against the car window. We just pulled up to the arena's entrance and I could tell but her hyperventilating, that she was excited.

"I can't believe we're here! I've waited this entire year to see them. I'm going to breath the same air as them, Erin! And Look at Luke's beautiful face in person! She exclaimed quite loudly. "chill out Em, it's not like your going to meet them."

"Maybe I will."

"Trust me you won't"

"Whatever Erin, your just jealous because you'll never have a chance with Luke." She says with a rather bitchy tone. "yep, that's exactly it" I mumble as I pull into the closest parking spot.