Perks Of Being A Fangirl (5SOS)

Chapter 4

"Girls, downstairs. Now," I heard Elizabeth yell from downstairs. It was the morning after Juliette got tickets for us. You know, to see 5 Seconds Of Summer tonight in Sydney!

I threw my pillow directly at her head to wake her up. She jumped up, flailing her arms around with her blonde hair a mess. She mumbled something under her breath.

"Elizabeth wants us downstairs," I said. She grunted and rolled out of bed. We walked out and down the stairs into the living room.

"Nice to see you two made an effort to make yourselves pretty," she grunted sarcastically. "Anyways, I am going to visit my parents tonight which means you two need to stay here."

I felt my heart shatter and a lump rise in my throat. I wanted to cry. Of course, just my luck. My life officially sucks.

"We had plans," I said to nobody in particular. Elizabeth laughed.

"Plans? With who? Your boyfriends?" She fell into fits of laughter. I groaned and walked up the stairs. I tend to loose my temper too easily and I don't feel like spending my year here in Australia in prison.

"Lottie?" Julliette said through the door. She came in with a sympathetic expression. "I'm so sorry, I know how much you like them and all."

"It's okay," I sighed. "You wanna know why it is okay?"

"Tell me," she smirked.

"We are going, and this bitch isn't going to stop us," I said finally. She grinned.

"Yes! An adventure!" She laughed victoriously. "Lets start getting ready."

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"Does this look okay? Not that I care anyways, I'd rather go in sweatpants," Juliette asked me walking out of the bathroom.

I looked at her up and down. She was wearing black jean shorts with a white crop top that had a big mustache on the front. Her hair was down, glasses on and she had a beanie on her head. She was just wearing her red Vans for shoes. I've read fan fictions that they decide to wear heels to concerts. Are they crazy? I know its a story but still.

"Yeah you look great! How about me?" I asked, striking a pose. I was wearing white roll-up shorts with a pink off-the-shoulder top with a black and white stripped boob pocket as I call it. I decided to throw on my black Toms for shoes. My hair was kept in its natural curly state and the blue in my hair went good with my shirt.

"Wicked, Lottie," she said, laughing at my pose. "Totally great."

"Okay good. Let me grab my bag and we'll head out," I said as I turned around to grab my string strapped backpack. My hair is really thick so I struggled getting out from under.

"Sweet as," she says, grabbing her own. "Lets go!"

"Ok, you have the tickets?" I ask as we exited our room. She pulled them from her pocket in her bag. I showed her a thumbs up as we tip toed downstairs.

Elizabeth was clinking in the kitchen, which we had to go through soundlessly to get to the back door. The floor is to creaky in the front; we wouldn't take the chance. We waited a second, and then I felt a tickle in my nose. I held my nose to stop me from sneezing.

"Shh," Juliette whispered in a short panicky breath. The pressure was bad, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. We're dead.

"AHH CHOO," I sneezed. Juliette grabbed me by the face and we hid behind the small wall between the hall and the kitchen. I heard the steps of Elizabeth walking towards where we were. My heart was beating in my throat. I quietly whimpered because Juliette was holding my face very tightly.

I closed my eyes as I felt a rush of cool air fly past us as she walked towards the stairs.

"Go, go, go!" Juliette whispered very quickly as we fast walked through the kitchen and out the back door. As I was closing it, I swore I heard Elizabeth yell, 'Charlotte! Sneeze quieter!"

We ran through the back yard to the fence and jumped over it. I was slightly out of breath, as was Juliette but was being very dramatic.

"Yeah, um, in case you didn't notice, I don't run," She panted, but then was fine. Like it never happened. "I mean I am more of a walker."

"Same," I chuckled as we walked down the side walk towards the venue. "In sixth grade for my mile test I got 12:56 minutes with my friend. We didn't feel like running so we failed the test."

"Oh jeez, you rebel," Juliette smiled. I shrugged, continuing to walk.

I still find this extremely weird. We are going to my favorite band's concert and it is only the second night here in Australia.

Why would I need to come all the way over to Sydney? I don't know. Maybe I'm just super jet lagged and over-thinking things.