Two in a Million || Raura

7 | Hazel Eyes

Two in a Million: 7 | Hazel Eyes
| Laura Marano |

Two in a Million: 7 |
| Laura Marano |

I'm freaking the eff out at this very moment. Who knew a person could freak out about so many things at the same time. One, I'm freaking out about my damn outfit, wondering if my kimono cardigan is a little too fancy for a dang concert. Two, I'm meeting Ross Shor Lynch for the first time ever. Three, I'm also meeting his dang family.

"We're almost there." My driver says, turning on his turn signal. With shaky hands, I open up to mine and Stormie's messages. With all honesty, Stormie is an incredible mom. From what Ross and told me to what Stormie has filled me in on, I can tell she fully supports her kids and loves them with all her heart, something my mom never had.

To Stormie❤️:
Just letting you know we pulled into the venue.

She replied almost immediately, causing a small smile to form on my face.

From Stormie❤️:
Alrighty, I'm waiting out back for you with a crew member. He'll bring your bags to the bus while I take you inside. They only have a half hour until the show, so you'll be able to see them for a tiny bit.

I didn't bother replying, seeing as he's pulling around back and I see buses in view. Holy mother trucker of all lords, I'm actually about to go inside a venue and going to watch a concert and then hang out with a band...

"Ms, you can get out now." He says.

"O-oh." I whisper. Quickly, I take my cash and give it to him before opening the car door and stepping out. Some guy with a black t-shirt with white writing took all three of my suitcases and walked away. "Stormie?" I ask, approaching a women a few inches taller than myself with blonde hair.

"You're even cuter in person!" She says, pulling me into a hug right away. The smile on my face was unreal.

"Thank you." I say, my cheeks burning up a bit. The weirdest fact about me, besides my obsession over a certain food, is I love love love to give compliments, but absolutely hate receiving compliments. Always have. "You're beautiful." I say quietly.

"Aw, thanks, sweetie." She opens up the door, letting me go in first. "Alright, the boys are backstage listening to music. The set change is happening now, meaning there's maybe twenty-ish minutes until they head on." She explains, keeping a hand on my back as she leads me somewhere.

"Oh, okay. Hey, um, I was wondering if like, after the show, could I maybe step outside and talk to some fans?" I ask, hoping she'd be okay with it. Usually, I have my agent, which is a strong, muscular dude, watch over me.

"Can I have Bubba and Frank be out there with you? I don't feel comfortable letting you be out there alone at nearly midnightish." Stormie explains. Holy shizzoly, she freaking cares about me already and I just met her. "Oh, Frank and Bubba are crew members." She adds.

"Yeah, that's totally fine." I reply, giving her a smile. "You're super nice, you know that?" She gives me a confused look. "Sorry, I just like to compliment people when I'm kind of... nervous." I mumble, walking straight ahead.

"Don't be nervous." She answers. "Alright, right in through those doors. I gotta go to the bathroom first." I was about to stop her, seeing as I'm completely terrified to go through this door, but she was already walking away, doing a little potty dance may I add, down the hall way.