Long Distance Love (A Cody Simpson Fan-Fic) [Editing]

Long Distance Love - Ch 3

Hey, peeps! I'm so glad that you guys like the story so far! So I'm dedicating this chapter to Mini_Kitty for helping me come up with some of the the fun facts that I'll be doing every chapter! 

Oh, and after I had to listen to Cody's songs to get the lyrics for this chapter, I actually started to like him! So yeah, anyways: 

ENOJY! X

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Chapter 3 ~ 

"Hurry your butt up, Nerd!" I shouted out to Brook who was sitting on the playground talking to Tarsha and Maddie. Maddie's mum  was sitting on another bench across the other side of the playground looking just as annoyed as I was.

"Hang on!" She shouted back. I checked my watch and sighed. If she didn't hurry up we would be late, not half an hour early. It seven fifteen and we needed to move our butts if we were ever gonna get there.

"Brooklyn Hayley Mitchells! Get here now!" I yelled. She turned to look at me then rolled her eyes. She said bye to Maddie and Tarsha and ran over to me. 

"Gosh, I was just talking." She grumbled.

"Well, it's seven fifteen now so you better run there." I started walking and shook in my head.

"Oh my gosh! Hurry up, lets run!" She gasped and started to jog.

"No way, Nerd! It's your fault!' I rolled my eyes and Brook groaned.

"Come on, Sare!" She pulled at my arm, but failed in moving me any faster.

"No." I said simply and carried on walking normally.

"But, but- please?" She put on a puppy face and I rolled my eyes again.

"The answer will always be no." I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Fine!" Brook sprinted up ahead and I kept my normal pace. She got further and further in the distance until she was a little dot. I finally reached her and she let out a puff of air. She turned away from me and looked up to a big building.

"We're here!" She squealed and rushed to the door. I followed closely to meet and tall women at the door.

"Do you have your tickets?" She asked in a bored tone.

"Yeah." I mumbled and pulled them out of my pocket.

"Thanks, head on in. Your front row seats and you stand up and dance if you want." She muttered and Brook ran inside screaming. I rolled my eyes and followed her. 

"Brook, hold up." I called out to her and she looked back at me.

"Hurry up!" She yelled and continued up to our seats. I rolled my eyes for about the one hundredth time today and sat down in my seat next to Brook. A older girl sat next to me cursing about heaps of little kids. I looked around and noticed most of the kids were aged eight to fifteen and then a couple of older girls, like the ones sitting next to me.

"Eee! I'm so excited! Eee!" Brook whisper screamed to me.

"Get over him Brook, he's just a weird little kid who sings for money, not for his fans!" I said.

"Whatever!" She grumbled. "Just don't ruin my night! And I hope I get picked as the perfect girl!" She squealed.

"Don't get you hopes up." I muttered.

"Why not? Anyone can be chosen!" She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.

"Come on!" I groaned. "You have to place a bet, and whoever bets the highest wins! So if you haven't bet anything, don't count on winning!"