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Imagine: seeing Newt/ or /Thomas Sangster before a concert ...
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Blazing fire, lights screeching to every inch of the thick air and the booming bass of guitars slamming through the humungous speakers that would sing to the rock N roll teenagers, and barely adults, flooding the area. That's what was on everyone's mind, as body's started to flood the arena, and field a few yards behind it.
Tugging my eyes up from the barely light tinted phone, my fingers frantically typing along the screen to find out where my best friend was, I noticed a pair of forest like eyes scanning me. I questioned his own, no words leaving my lip balm glossed lips, since his body was inches upon feet away.
Just as my mind pulled the questioning feet toward him, a hand slammed down on my shoulder spinning my body 180 degrees. Once my eyes focused to the person, I smiled to her and began to hug the person.
"Loving the outfit!" She giggled politely, scanning it once more as we pulled away
** The outfit consisted of; skin tight black jeans that a slit over the knees, black vans, a [insert fav band ] shirt, space buns and little to no makeup **
"Thank you babe" I replied back, also after complimenting her own outfit
Just as I turned around, to scan again for the mysterious boy, he was no where to be seen. Mentally making a note, I turned back around and headed into the venue.
