I sat casually on my cream sofa as I scrolled through the latest and newest tout weets on my laptop, most consisting of the hyper active fan girl trying to explain her feels in only a couple characters. The weather was quite chilly for California, about 55 outside with heavy rain and rapid wind. My bun fell lopsided against my west coast tan, and freckles dotted my clear complexion. I've sat here for a couple hours now, summer break was starting to dip into the awkward faze where all my friends had gone on their trips to Hawaii or the Bahamas while I was stuck sitting reluctantly against a torn out sofa in some dull town. I scrolled through a couple more tweets, some about the wanted fude and others about the obsession with tank tops on Liam. Checking the time, I noticed it was still morning, about 10.30 am. Mom wouldn't be home for the next few hours. And I had work tomorrow at the local busy cafe. Something on the screen caught my eye; the local radio station 101.7 was hosting a competition to talk on the phone with one of the boys and also front row tickets to their show in San Jose. I immediately clicked the link, and before I knew it my application was sent in.I was financially lucky with my family, but even $150 for a concert was absurd. Of course, it ended tonight, meaning I probably had no chance. I sighed and turned my attention towards tumblr reblogging the classic white girl posts.
