"Are you excited for tour Annie." My sister Lia, as in Lia Marie Johnson, asked.
"Yeah, but what if no one knows me. This whole tour will be a bust."
"People will know you. You have quite a bit of followers on social media. Don't worry."
I nodded my head, and listened to what she was saying.
We sat in the cupped seats of the LAX airport waiting for our plane to arrive.
"I'm really nervous to meet everyone who's going on tour with us." I mumbled, playing around with my hands.
"Here's the list of people going." She handed me her phone with everyone going on the Digitour.
My green eyes scanned the iPhone six Up and down reading names. Cameron Dallas, Sammy Wilk, Nash Grier, his brother Hayes Grier, The jacks, Madison Beer, Shawn Mendes, Andrea Russet, kian and Jc
The names flooded my memory remembering everyone. I know who they were, I just hadn't met them yet.
"Are you ready? Our flights gonna be called in like 3 minutes." Lia asked, grabbing her suitcases.
"Yeah. Lia I'm so nervous." I established, letting all my feeling I had about going on tour before I actually got there out.
"I'll teach and tell you everything you need to know. They're just regular people, with an irregular job." Her stern voice spoke.
The voice over the intercom called our flight.
"I'm new to this whole thing really, I just hope people will like me." I almost whispered.
"They will."
I stepped out of the plane, the warm Boston sun smacking my cheeks.
"Here we are!" Lia screamed out, stepping foot on the ground.
The big gigantic, house size bus stood before my eyes.
"Annie, this is Paul. The tour manager!" She patted his shoulder.
"Nice to meet you Annie." His firm hand shook mine.
I smiled back.
"The bus is right this way ladies." He turned his back and showed us the way.
I stepped my converse onto the the carpet of the humongous bus.
I stood in the living room, as two boys played X-box.
Paul walked us through the room, and into the bunks.
"And this is where the boys will be staying." He pointed to the beds.
After the boys bunks, were the girls bunks.
" This is where you guys will be staying." He smiled, opening his arms.
"And through there is the kitchen!" He practically scream, walking through the curtain, leaving us behind.
I jumped at the yell of his voice.
"You okay?" She laughed setting her suitcases and bags on the bottom bunk.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good." I slung a pair of jeans to the side of my bed.
"Paul's a little weird, you just gotta go along with it." She exclaimed.
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Bad Boy, Good Girl || Cameron Dallas
Fanfiction"What is that suppose to mean?" His drunken breath skimmed my nostril. "It means, I love you, you idiot. But you're to hard to love. You let no one in and it's impossible to love someone who doesn't want to be loved."
