---TIME TRAVEL TO APRIL---
Mark and I have been talking for quite a while now and I think we're pretty close. By I think, he calls me his Wifi Wifey and I call him my little spaghetti noodle (don't ask.. I swear I'm high on ibuprofen or something.)
Anyways, DigiTour is tomorrow I am literally screaming bloody murder but like a good bloody murder like someone you absolutely hate. I mean, not to sound evil or anything but it's kind of that nerve wrecking awesome feeling....
I try to get some sleep but my day seemed to never pass as minutes felt like hours and hours felt like millenniums.
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I awoke to the sound of my alarm blaring. It was a Saturday but I got up early anyways because of the wrecking ball of an event going on today.
I threw on a black crop top and high waisted baby blue jeggings. I threw on some gray vans and stopped in front of the full length bathroom mirror. My eyeliner winged perfectly and my brunette hair settled right in place. The crop top hugged my figure as the jeggings outwardly defined my legs. I looked beautiful. Like all the flaws had been blown away.
I hurried downstairs and grabbed a granola bar, fixing my messy bun as I hurried to the vehicle parked in my long driveway.
My mom tapped on the wheel impatiently and called me to hurry and get in the car since it was about time to leave. I shot Mark a text:
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K- Karisma M- Mark
K: yo, noodle 😘
M: WIFEY 😘
K: where u at? ツ
M: Well, I'm at Digi getting prepared to see YOU. ツツ
K: Oh, well I'm OMW!!! 😆
M: YAY@!!!!! OMFG I JUST SQUEALED AND WESTON GLARED AT ME LIKE WTF U DOIN 😲
K: 😂😂
K: Well I'll let you go, see ya 😘
M: Shoo 😘 😘
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MARKS POV (FOR ONCE)
Wow, I thought, my head racing with thoughts of the girl I had met only a few months back, although only pictures of her face lingered on my phone that was enough to tell me she was amazing. My heart sped up in anxiety as I paced around the stage. I wonder if she likes me.. Do I like her? I grunt in frustration and Weston looks up at me then back down at his work. I take a hand through my styled hair and close my eyes.
Do I like her? I mean, so far she's pretty damn close to perfect. I smirked at the floor, there's no way she once was a total fangirl of me. If that was true, I would be crazy. I shook my head.
"Mark why are you smiling at the floor? It's dirty, you pervert!" Weston said, trying to be funny. I cringed at the attempt but put on a cheesy smirk and commented,
"I dunno, why does what I do concern you all of the sudden?" I accidentally snapped.
"Well, someone's salty and sweet all over today." Weston smirked and winked at me, "what's her name?"
How could he tell? Huh. I wondered
"Karisma." I responded feeling off saying it out loud but at the same time I felt a wash of relief. I could feel my face tickling with red and I instantly glanced at the floor.
"Is she famous?" He asked me, I froze, was it frowned upon to have a fan as an actual interest?
"Yeah." I lied quickly. I mean technically it wasn't a lie, in my eyes, she was the most famous person I knew and she was only 30 minuets away....
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I think this chapter is unfix-able. Marks POV is so sucky 😂
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