"So listen," Asher said as I threw my things into a bag. "I know you are upset. So I-"
"I'm not upset, Asher." I said flatly. I pushed past him and tossed my bag over my shoulder. "I'm confused."
"About?" He asked. I stopped and looked at him.
"How could I not think of this before? Am I supposed to still go? Should I stay with him? What's he gonna do? What-"
"Daisy listen!" Asher said a little loud. "I bought him a ticket. He's going!"
"I-I... you... er.... what?" I stumbled over my words. 5 seconds ago I was trying to figure out what to do with Brayden, now I was trying not to question Asher. "That concert's sold out."
"It doesn't matter." Asher smiled. "I got him his ticket!"
"Oh my gosh!" I squealed and hugged him. "I love you Asher!"
"I know, and you better love me more now." He laughed. I ran my bag down the stairs and threw it on the porch before running back up to where Brayden was peacefully sleeping on my bed. I jumped onto the bed and wrapped my arms around Brayden, earning a disapproving grunt from him.
"Pack three days of clothes!" I shouted, he groaned.
"Daisy, wh-" he started.
"Pack now! Come on!"
"Please explain, love." He asked sitting up.
"You'regoingtotheconcert! So come on we leave this afternoon so we can stay a hotel and we can go tomorrow night to the best concert ever! Then we stay at the hotel and come back the next day." I said quickly, as I rushed him out of bed and threw a bag at him. He yawned and scratched the back of his neck.
"I caught about half of that." He replied with a bored tone.
"Throw. Your. Crap. Into. Bag. Get. In. Car." I said each part slowly. He gave me a thumbs up and I ran to find Dawn. It felt like a dream to be getting ready for a Black Veil Brides concert.
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"It's cheaper and it's couples who sleep together at home anyway." I said.
"But it's inappropriate," Asher said.
"Oh shut up and pay the man, Asher," I rolled my eyes. We were getting a single room with two beds.
Asher gave in and paid the man behind the register and got our room keys, before we made our way to the elevator. We got a hotel that was within walking distance of the concert hall.
The room was rather nice to be so cheap. Except the flickering light in the bathroom. Other than that it was just fine. I jumped onto the bed closest to the door.
"Called it!" I shouted. Asher laughed and Dawn mumbled something. Asher went to check out the pool.
"Not fair! I didn't have a chance!" She pouted. I stuck my tongue out at her like a child while standing on the bed.
"That's why it's mine," I smiled. Brayden stood in front of me, before grabbing my hips and falling onto the bed, pulling me in top of him.
"Ours, princess." He smiled. I made a face at him and he laughed.
"Okay," Dawn warned. "None of that."
"Of what?" Brayden asked. She glared.
"The flirting, or anything it leads to." She said in a tone that suggested we should know what she meant.
"Dawn, we were just goofing off," I said. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't," she said.
"What's your problem?!"
"Does it matter? Just don't do it. It's bad enough you both are mooching off my boyfriend, now you're acting like I'm not even here. If I-" she kept going on and on. She was always a but moody but I had no clue where this was coming from. I wanted her to shut up so I leaned down onto Brayden and kissed him. He smiled against my lips and I put my hand on his side, under his shirt, making sure she could see it. Brayden let his hands fall low on my hips.
"Oh!" I heard Asher as he opened the door. I sat up and moved off of Brayden. Dawn's face was a dark shade of red. Brayden and I were trying not to laugh.
"How's the pool look Asher?" I asked trying to sound casual. He just nodded and I burst out laughing and so did Brayden.
"What's going on?" He finally asked.
"Oh you know, just making out with Brayden to be mean." I shrugged.
"Mean to who? Brayden doesn't seem to have a problem with this 'mean' What am I missing here?"
"Oh yeah, Dawn was being a bit rude," I smiled. "So, you were saying, Dawn?"
"Nothing," she mumbled.
"Okay then," I shrugged. I lightly kissed Brayden before hopping off the bed and waking to the bathroom to change into my swimsuit.
I planned to go swimming.
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Forget It
RomanceWritten by a 15 year old. Only left up for the simple fact of, it was my first wattpad story. On a journey to see my favorite band I change everything about my life. I move out, I meet a boy, and I find myself. Same old story with my own touch.