Part 1.5 (In between story) Nina's London

Chapter 1 (Caitlin's Sequel)

"Go. Freaking. Fish," I tell Nina for about the one hundredth time.

"Okay seriously? Again? How long have we been at this Cait?" Nina asks me with an irritated look on her face.

"Well, considering we've been up since ten this morning, and it's around noon already, about two hours," I tell Nina while faking a British accent.

Nina groans. "I'm getting bored of this game, can we have lunch now?" she asks pleadingly, still a bit grumpy.

And as if on cue, my stomach starts to grumble. "Yeah, lunch sounds like a REALLY good idea right now." I get up from my really comfortable sitting position and grab my black Chanel bag (graduation prezzie!) from the right hand corner of the tent. Yes, you heard right, I said TENT. And why am I in a tent with my best friend instead of being in my comfortable bedroom? Because we obviously LOVE camping! Eating smores, singing alongs by the campfire, and bugs everywhere!

LOL, not.

It's something even bigger then camping. It's more exciting than camping and the best vacation you could ever imagine, combined. So if you guessed ultimate VIP passes to a freaking ONE DIRECTION CONCERT, then bing, bing, bing, one point for you!

Yes, ultimate VIP passes to the One Direction: Up All Night tour concert right here at the Gibson Amphitheatre in LA! I just can't believe Nina and I had saved enough money to buy the tickets! Plus we had to get up early before all the good seats were gone just to buy them, which took place on like three different computers. We got floor seats in the third row to the right, not to much in the middle or the side to be exact. Perfect spot to have a blast and take tons of Tumblr-worthy pictures from.

Both Nina and I knew that if we wanted to get in first, we obviously needed to be in line very early. So yesterday we both decided after lunch to start getting ourselves, the tent, and all our food ready, and then we met up at my house for dinner. After we ate we just drove straight to the venue to camp out. I'd wasted no time at all earlier that afternoon and had just started to hurriedly get my stuff together. After packing the tent (which we randomly found in my garage,) some food and snacks, clothes, and games, all I had left to do was pick an outfit and do my hair and makeup.

Just to say, being a girl is difficult. Deciding on what to do with my hair and makeup was hard enough, but eventually I decided I would put my hair into a side fishtail braid and keep my makeup waterproof, simple, and a tad bit sparkly.

Now for my outfit on the other hand, I practically threw my closet onto my bed. There were so many outfits to choose from, but hello! One Direction concert? I had to look perfect. We all know that we should wear something comfortable and cute if we're going to stay in line for hours until the actual concert starts. After looking from shirt to shirt, I finally found the perfect thing to wear. Since we live in SoCal in the middle of August, I decided on a mint green and white cami, denim shorts, and my white crochet TOMS. Cute and totally comfortable. Just putting the outfit on made me excited for the concert!

By the time I finished, it was around 3:00 and I had about 3 hours left so I just watched TV to kill the time. After about halfway through a rerun of That 70's Show the doorbell rang and Nina was at the front holding a ton of games. And can I please say, Nina looked absolutely amazing in her outfit! Her white bustier leaves about an inch of skin apart from a gorgeous pair of pastel pink and purple ombréd high waisted shorts. Her brown sandals and long cross pendant necklace apparently make her look like totally "urb" - her words, not mine. And her new longer, ombréd hair is to die for; it cascades down her back in effortless waves. Along with her rich tan and perfect mascara job, she looks flawless. Flawless, yet like a whole different person.

See, when we'd returned home from London in June, Nina had gone through a little change of style. Urban Outfitters is practically her home now and all her blouses and Oxfords have been replaced with cutoff shorts and cropped tanks. She'd also gotten her cartilages and even her belly button pierced. Despite her efforts to assure me otherwise, I still think all the changes were caused when Phoebe had called her an "Eleanor clone." She totally wasn't, but I think after all the attention she's gotten, Nina's starting to get a little more self conscious of herself. It isn't easy being followed - and sometimes even jealously loathed - by thousands.