The Joys And Pains Of Writing Fanfiction

Chapter Seven- The concert

"I can't believe we are going to see R5!" Marisa shrieks.

"That was my ear," Matt snaps, annoyance hanging off every word.

"I'm excited!" Marisa adds.

"You don't have to be so loud."

"Come on get loud, shout it out," Marisa sings at the top of her lungs.

I laugh and join in.

Matt rolls his eyes for the fifth time since we got in the car and I can't help but enjoy his misery.

Ten minutes later, we pull up in front of the venue.

"Are you sure it isn't too early?" He asks.

"No honey, we have to be here for the meet and greet and stuff," Marisa tells him undoing her seat belt.

"Okay," Matt doesn't sound convinced. "I'll be back at eleven to get you."

"Honey, I'll text you when it's over," Marisa says.

"Why?"

"What if it goes longer then eleven?" I ask.

"Or what if R5 likes us so much they invite us back to party with them?" Marisa questions.

Matt raises an eyebrow at her.

She laughs, "I don't want you waiting longer then you have too, love. Go have fun with the boys."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!" She cups his chin and pulls him to her lips.

I feel the bile rise in my throat. I hate seeing Matt make out with his girlfriends. Why anyone would want to stick their tongue down his throat, I will never know. I open my door so I don't have to watch anymore then I already have been exposed too.

A few seconds later, Marisa slams her door shut.

"Hey Evie!" Matt yells out the window.

"Yeah?" I look at him.

"Don't let her make out with R5," Matt says seriously.

I laugh.

"Really."

"Whatever, Matt," I say as Marisa grabs my arm and pulls me inside.

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"Oh my god! We're next!" Marisa exclaims.

I smile.

I'm excited and nervous but I don't show it as much as Marisa does. Marisa has a very out going personality. I've noticed random strangers stare at her or approach her for no reason at all. She's very crasmatic. She speaks her mind, very loudly and even with more pride. And she's smart. It's not fair that she was dealt brains and looks, I try not to dwell on it.

"Who's your favorite?" She asks again, pulling on her black skater skirt to straighten it out. She dressed up, and looks spectacular in her skirt and white blouse that reminds me of a pirate. A very sexy pirate.

She tried to get me to wear a black dress, but I declined and stuck with my destroyed jeans and black tank top.

"Riker."

"That's right. I'll make sure to push you into him," she jokes.

I laugh.

"Don't leave until they make us. It's cool that we're one of the first in line because they won't be rushed to go do their sound check. That's why it pays getting here early. I want to stand next to Ross in the picture. No wait, we get two pictures, can I just have one of me and Ross?"