We Could Be Best Friends But I Want Your Best Friend (Down With Webster Fanfic)

Chapter 1

***A/N ok don't hate it because its bad love it because I tried. Here it is***

"Hailey!!" I screamed, looking down at my laptop screen with wide eyes. My hands were shaking, my lip was quivering, and overall I couldn't help the adrenaline running through my veins.

She came running out of the kitchen holding a handful of Corn Pops and a carton of chocolate milk.

"Down With Webster is touring Canada!" I yelled, turning the screen around so she could see for herself.

Her jaw hit the floor.

"They're coming to Toronto!"

"Jessica! Do you know goddamn amazing this is!?" Hailey exclaimed, dropping the chocolate milk and throwing the Corn Pops in the air.

She ran over to the chair I was sitting in and peered at the laptop.

"You didn't!" She yelled in disbelief, pointing excitedly at the online receipt for two VIP passes.

"Hell yes I did!"

We jumped up and down holding each others elbows.

Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce you. Well, I'm Jessica Foster, my best friend Hailey Williams and I are in love with Down With Webster. We can still fangirl no matter what our age is! - which would be 21.

We live in a big apartment complex. Yes, together. We obviously couldn't afford an apartment complex on one sallery.

"Jess, I think need a Tylenol," Hailey huffed.

She dramatically fell on the couch holding the back of her right hand to her forehead. "Well, you're gonna need two Tylenol's after this," I paused. "The concert is in two days," I confessed. She sat up and silently screamed her ass off, she fell off the couch and started shaking like a chihuahua.

I jumped up with one knee then switched to the other while silently screaming as well. Clearly I am not able to hide my feelings for the marvoulis Pat Gillet. And Hailey, well she once past out at the sight of Cam. Not kidding.

"Ok, what are we wearing to the concert?" I asked.

She shot up and screamed again, this time, out loud. "Oh my god lets go to Walmart!" She screeched. "We're not going to Walmart for a Down With Webster concert! Shopping spree at Ardene's! Get your debit card, Dope!" She sprung off our white carpet and scrambled to her room, then ran back with her black purse. I already had my grey clutch in my hand. We locked the door and walked down two flights of stairs. "See ya, Danny!" We both called out as we left the building. "Bye girls!" The kind door man yelled back.

"The mall is only 5 minutes away, should we walk?" Hailey asked, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah, ok." I smiled.

"Holy shit," she whispered after a moment of silence. "We're going to a Down with Webster concert... IN TWO DAYS!!" She said loud enough to have people stare. Hailey turned around to face the people staring. "Yo, people, take a picture it'll last longer!" She yelled.

We are so dramatic.

I love it.

We walked into the mall and headed straight for the bright pink sign. Hailey walked straight to the jean shorts, and I obviously headed to the shoes. I decided that instead of pumps, I should go with some low cut boots. I picked out a size six of the brown combat boots and walked over to Hailey, she already had a pair of denim short shorts and a shirt that fit her nickname, Dope. "Were the heck did you get that?" I shrieked.

"I don't know," she shrugged thoughtfully.

"I'm getting those!" I pointed to a pair of washed denim shorts, they were very short like, very. And although that's not really my style, I grabbed them anyway and walked over to the shirts and jackets. I grabbed a loose white tank top with a pocket near the top left. I think this is presentable for a DWW concert, but I can still vajjooge it up a little at home too.

"Dope, I'm gonna go pay," I said while walking to the counter.

"Yeah, yeah, ok." She mumbled.

I walked up to the counter and smiled from ear to ear.

"Hello!" I beamed.

"Is that all?" The lady asked flatly, frowning glumly at my cheerful expression.

"Um, yes." I said, a little less jumpy.

"37.50" she mumbled.

Sounds like somebody is having a bad day...

I handed her two twenty's and she handed back the change.

"Good day to you too," I mumbled as I walked away.

Hailey paid for her things and we left the mall, "I love my shirt," she exclaimed loudly. "Calm down, girl. We're in public!" I whispered. "You're letting me wear that," I added.

"Whatever floats your boat," she hummed.

*

"Ok so our tickets give us front row seating, an autographed whatever and we get to go to the meet and greet." I explained to Hailey.

"Eeeh!" She squealed.

"I'm tired, Dope. I'm going to bed." I got up and went to my room beside Hailey's.

"Night, make sure that when you dream, you and Pat use protection." Hailey called from the dining room.

"Shut up!... I'm sure he is always safe with his lady's!" I called back.

I entered my clean room and shut off the light, I crawled into the sheets and closed my eyes.

In exactly two days, I am going to finnaly meet my celebrity and only crush Patrick Gillet.

A/N

So this is the first chapter of my first Fan Fiction. I hope you enjoyed!

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