concert tickets • 5sos fanfic

Concert Tickets

Well I'm not poor, just not rich. I have to work towards my money. It's not like I'm a hobo, I have a beautiful home. A one story cottage on Daisy Road, with a den, a kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. And a rooftop. My bedroom was lavender, with black and white posters lining the walls. I had a bed with all white pillows and blankets, a small window wrapped in Christmas lights, and since my closet was so tiny, I had clothing racks across from my bed. Oh and I can't forget my most prized possessions, my camera, my rose gold MacBook Air, and my phone. They were all kept in a little nightstand next to my bed. Also on top of that nightstand holds all the money I make as a waitress afterschool. Like the tips. This jar was labeled "concert tickets".

But overall, the best part about my room was that if you go in my closet, and pull a little wooden ladder out from the ceiling, you could go to my roof. My hangout. My favorite place on earth. I could almost hear Luke's voice the night they had that concert, right by my hometown, that I couldn't afford to go to. I went to school the next day to see everyone showing eachother pics of them with my favorite band. They probably didn't even know how to pronounce Calum's name. Stupid rich brats. I can't even sometimes.

Now I know you're probably waiting to here about me, just so that you can picture some stereotype in your head, but the thing is, I don't belong to any stereotypes. Either that or I'm everything. I don't know, sometimes I'm emo, sometimes I'm tumblr grunge, sometimes I'm hipster, sometimes I'm that kawaii wannabe anime loving girl. So I kind of made up my own stereotype, Gwen. The only thing Gwen is all the time is a fangirl. So yeah.