Accidentally

2: accidentally meeting

"You're crazier than the idea of Trump becoming president if you think I'll be wearing that"

That was the first thing I thought when Laura showed me what she expected me to wear to the concert. Did she really expect me to wear that dress? Actually scratch that, it wasn't a dress, more like a piece of glittery fabric.

"It's cute!"

She protested and I stared at her with a look of disbelief.

"Yeah and if by cute you mean i'll look like a hooker than sure!"

I half yell at her. There was no way in hell I'd be wearing that. She just lets out an overdramatic sigh and tosses the dress behind her into the pile of 'not gonna happens'.

I flip through the next page of my book while Laura rummages through her closet looking for something I can wear. She was being way too dramatic, it was just a concert. I don't see why she wanted me to dress up so much. There was no arguing with Laura so I just simply agreed and told her as long as it was some what decent - I would wear it.

She comes out with a huge smile beaming on her face as she holds up a strapless black top, I look up from my page and inspect it. It wasn't that bad, I mean I'd rather just wear a hoodie but clearly Laura would not be having that.

"Isn't this like the most perfect thing ever?! You have to wear it, you'll look so hot!"

I roll my eyes. She was really exaggerating this whole thing. I decide to just agree on this since it covers up a lot more than the other items of clothing she presented me with.

"Whatever, but I'm wearing jeans and that's that."

I say, taking the shirt from her along with my favourite pair of dark wash skinny jeans. She groans but doesn't protest and goes back into the closet. I slide into the jeans and top and frown when I realize how fitted it is.

Just one night Talia, you can do this.

The little voice in my head tells me. I decided not to complain. Not like anyone would really be seeing me anyways. It was a concert after all and it would most likely be dark with a bunch of screaming fan girls, so I don't really need to worry about my choice of clothing.

Laura rushes out of the closet already changed. She's wearing a short black skater skirt which matches her black Wesley Rivers muscle tee. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and I grab my keys and slide my phone into my back pocket of my jeans. I didn't think it was the best idea to carry a purse around at a concert with thousand of crazy people.

"Whatever, let's get this night over with."

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The concert wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.

No, my thoughts didn't change on his music but I expected it to be a lot worse. I was still agitated that Laura made me come to this whole thing in the first place, and I was even angrier when she ditched me for some group of squealing girls.

I didn't mind it that much though, it was her night and she deserved to enjoy it. Even if I was in complete and utter misery. Songs had gone by and I was tired of just awkwardly standing there alone, not cheering and screaming like the rest of the girls here. It'd been nearly half an hour and Laura told me she was just going to have a quick conversation.

I push through the crowd in attempts to find my friend. The concert seemed to be finishing up I think, so not many people cared that I was rudely shoving them out of my way.