Should I? -Nick Robinson

Pink lemonade

Isabella pov
It's Wednesday and me and the girls are having lunch at an Italian restaurant. In the morning we went to the beach again (for the third time) and stayed there for like two hours. All we could talk about was the Gala. We each had our personal favorite actors and actresses that we hoped to be there. And since it's a charity event, we thought there would be a lot. The Gala starts at 8 so we're getting ready now. We do our makeup, hair and get dressed in our gowns. By 7, the designated limo picks us up. Once we get inside, I look over the girls to make sure everyone looks exceptional. Rem has a pure white ball gown with a few crystals around the bodice. Her hair is curled and pinned to the right. Her eyes are covered in gold, shiny eye shadow that brings out her blue eyes. Then I switch to Nicole. Her dress is a fitted grey one. It suits her because it shows off her curves. She has a fishtail braid that hangs down her left side and wears the same type of eye shadow that Rem wears except in silver. I smile at them and they look surprised. "Isa, what are you doing", Rem asks. I lean in and give them both a big hug. "Nothing. I'm just glad that you guys are my friends" I say smiling.
Nick pov
"Taylor, let's go!" I yell hoping she'd hurry up. "I'm coming" she runs in another pair of ridiculously high heels, this time black. She wears this black lace that covers her whole body except a slit on her right leg that reaches her upper thigh. It's so ugly. But I mean what do I know about fashion?
We enter the limo and we barely talk. Distant, like I said. The limo pulls up to a red carpet and stops. I take a breath and whisper under my breath, "here we go". I step out, and grab Taylor's hand. Flashing lights blind my eyes. I cover them with my hand and start walking. "Nick"..."nick, look this way""Nick!!!", "smile!" I hear all the paparazzi scream. We make our way down the carpet, pause several times to pose of photos and we finally enter the building. It's brightly lit and there's decorations everywhere. There's soft music playing in the background and everyone is wearing classic dresses and suits. I greet some of my friends and meet some new people on the way. Then I go to the bar and get a glass of scotch. I sit down on the only available spot next to a couple ladies and resist the urge to talk to them.
Isabella pov
When we get in the building, there's a huge banner that reads Carousel Hope Ball in big red letters. Underneath in black it reads "proudly supporting the Childhood Diabetes Organization". Men dressed in black dress pants and white collared shirts with red bow ties greet us and hands us each a pink lemonade with colored paper umbrellas. We take them and start to walk around. "OH MY GOD THERE'S JUSTIN BIEBER!!" Nicole screams. "I see Jessica Biel, Lea Michelle, Justin Timberlake...", she trails off as she searches the room counting the number of actors she recognizes. Selena Gomez is performing on stage right now and everyone is either talking in a group, taking pictures or sitting down in the dining area eating $300 dishes. We put down our lemonade and start dancing the crowd. We meet new actors, and take pictures with our favorite ones. It was surreal. I mean I can't believe that I met Jennifer Lopez! How the hell did my parents get these tickets, I mean this is some famous event that me, a nobody from the Sunshine state, has access to and gets to enjoy with two of her chosen friends. We dance a little more and then we go to some seats to rest. I scan the room for the waiter who carries the pink lemonades when my eyes come to a dead stop. It's him.