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"Ugh, how much longer do we have to stand here? i swear i have a uti, and standing up isn't helping. it's only putting pressure on my-"
"stella, stop," elena interrupts, tapping her foot against the ground impatiently.
they've been waiting in this eras tour line for hours, and both girls feel like they're going to go insane. they've considered leaving about a million times.
elena sighs when she sees stella squat down and move from side to side. "stells, stand the hell up."
"leens, down there is tight. i need to stretch it out," stella tells her, and elena lets out a forced chuckle. it's her way of coping.
"hello! can you people move?!" elena shouts, and multiple people give her dirty looks that she returns. "this isn't a fucking michael jackson concert, so chill. r.i.p., king."
she spots a face she knows all too well walking up to her in the corner of her eye. she slowly turns on her heel to face the human, and she raises a curious brow.
"lena," reggie greets, shoving his hands into his pockets. he's wearing a thick, black coat even though it's one hundred degrees outside at the moment, which makes her other brow raise, as well.
there's a girl next to him with dark hair and slightly tan skin. she's clinging onto his arm with a smile that's too big for elena's liking. the girl looks nice--not to mention she's beautiful--but elena still doesn't fucking like this.
