Chapter 8: tickets

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Jareds p.o.v

I slowly open the door to margots house. I let her go in first. As a gentlemen would do. Lately i havent had one of my episodes...but i feel one coming. I feel it rushing in me. Its like trying to fight an addiction. I have to control myself. Im here with margot,i dont want to start any drama. I dont want to scare her. i like her.

"Helloooo?"

I zone out. I jump and look up.

"Yes? What. Huh?"

She laughs.

"You okay there you were day dreaming."

"Yeah..hehe sorry."

Margots sits down besides me. She gets cumfy and rests her chin on her hand looking up at me.

"What were you thinking about?"

I lie.

"Nothing. Just thinking about my music thats all."

"Okayyy. Just checking in."

"Why?" I ask smiling

"I dont know. Well by reading your body language you look worried about something." She said while standing up.

She bends down.

"If theres anything wrong..jared you can tell me. Dont think i would judge you or anything im not like that." She said calming me

I smile and look down. My neon green hair gets in my face. Margot fixes it. She brushes her fingers through my hair. A thought went to my mind. I forgot to give her something. I look at her.

"Sit down i have something for you." I said grinning

Margot lays her head back and sighs.

"Another thing." She whined

"Hey thats what good friends do."

" your not a good friend." Margot said with a straight face

"What." I asked confused

"Im just playin haha but seriously your not a good friend your way better than that. I mean me and you have gotten like this lately."

She crosses her fingers. I chuckle while digging in my back pocket.

"Oh hey do you want your coat now? I mean were inside already im not cold no more."

"No." I said

"No?" She asked

"Keep it. It looks better on you."

Margot laughs. I hand her a lanyard.

"Uh! Whats this!?"She asked smirking at me.

She looks at me in the eye and raises an eyebrow.

"Jared for real?" She said with a big smile.

She hugs me tightly. She looks at the lanyard once more.

"Ive actually nevah been to um a backstage thing. Wow and especially to yours."

"Yeah your in..." I grab the pass.

"...your in the front row...seventh seat. So right in the middle?"

"Awesome." She said

"Yeah thank shannon for picking the seat." I laughed

"When is it?"

" its in two days. So me and you are gonna be heading out there. Its called camp mars."

"Ohhh so its a camp?" Margot asked

"Yes and the weathers gonna be like crazy. So hot." I said

"I bet."

"So yeah be prepared." I chuckled

" well lets pack now so you can tell me what to bring. You obviously know more about this than i do." Margot laughed.

She stands up and leads me to her room.

She opens her closet doors. I look at it. My jaw dropped a little.

"Damn."

She laughs.

"Yeah...i have a lot of clothes"

"I dont even where to start margot."

" hahaha how about...here?"

"Okay..ummm." I said scanning the clothes.

"How about that blue tank top?...oh my god hold up."

My mouth drops.

"What.is.this?!"

"Oh that hahaha. Ive had that for a while."

"A 30 seconds to mars shirt?"

"Yeah ive wore it around you before."

"Uhhh i dont remember."

Margot laughs. I gasp.

"Ive got the outfit."

Margot steps aside.

"Go for it."

I smile at her. I grab her 30stm shirt and throw it on the bed. I grab a pair of her black jeans,then i take my red and black flannel from my waist and through it on the side of the jeans. I look at margot.

"Where your boots?"

"In that red and blue drawer over there."

"Please have combat boots,please have combat boots." I mumbled.

I look in the drawer. And she did.

"Yes!"

I set the boots next to the outfit.

"Bam."

Margot laughs.

"Now thats a nice outfit. This is like your style right? Like all edgy?"

"Yes this is like something that i would wear."

"Awesome super cute.now im gonna add holes to those balck jeans."

"Yes!" I said snapping my fingers

"So ill wear that for the night."

"Yeah thatll be nice.now lets find something for the day and activities." I said smiling.

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