Firsts

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I opened my eyes to the harsh beam of sunlight passing through my sheer purple curtains that quite honestly sucked at being curtains. The light always comes through in the morning and wakes me up. I slide my head under my warm soft pillows shutting out the annoying light. After a few minutes of not being able to breathe, I pulled my head out and laid there in complete silence. Another hour or so passed by as I dreamt of my imaginary husband, love of my life, and favorite boy in the world, Ethan Dolan.

I eventually rolled out of bed with my hair in a messy bun and some stupid kid pajamas on. "How could Ethan ever want this?" I thought to myself while looking in the mirror.  

Feeling stupid for even buying the tour tickets, I walked down stairs to serve myself some breakfast.

I frivolously walked around my kitchen grabbing what seemed like a million ingredients for a breakfast as simple as pancakes. Milk, butter, salt, baking soda, sugar... I had everything but was missing one thing. My cooking buddy.

I am so adamantly confident that Ethan is my soulmate, and really think that we belong together. I pictured every possibly scenario with him, from best friend to boyfriend, and truly believed that I was the girl he was searching for.

For my 17th birthday, my parents got me 2 plane tickets to Mulhouse, a city in France, where I would be spending my days shopping, checking out the million zoos and museums there, and appreciating the famous gardens.

Coincidentally, the Dolan Twins are going on their international tour and that happens to be one of their stops.

Since my parents wouldn't let me bring my best friend, I asked my mom if she would want to accompany me because I figured she would be my second best option. Of course, she said yes (mainly because I really had no one else to ask) and our adventure would start shortly considering I was leaving in 11 hours. (And did I mention haven't started packing).

Usually I plan all my outfits out in advance, but recently I've been so caught up in the idea of seeing my two idols that packing hasn't occupied my mind once, and now that I'm far behind really need to catch up. Especially since my outfits need to be perfect for France, and the loves of my lives.

I quickly devour the pancakes that weren't really made correctly and ran upstairs leaving my mom with the dirty dishes to deal with later.

Pulling out my laptop, I google search some cute outfits for inspiration. I also send a quick text to my best friend Carly, the fashion expertise, asking her for any suggestions she has.

"10 hours. Nothing packed. Help!!"

I throw my phone on my bed and start rummaging through the millions of colorful shirts neatly hung in my closet.

As minutes fly by, and carly still hasn't acknowledges me, I flop on my bed and cover my face with my dark black hair.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I jump. It was a Thursday night, and I surely wasn't expecting anyone. I run downstairs and lone behold it's Carly at the door. She's holding two Starbucks cups, a caramel frapp for her and a hazelnut for me.

I greet her with a hug and thank her for the drinks. We are Starbucks addicts but at this point we have accepted it.

My mom is sitting at the computer with my little sister Marissa and she asks me who was there before carly comes into frame.

"Hi Mrs. Shapiro! Just came by to help Emma pack. Sorry it's so late."

My mom surprisingly didn't mind and let us go upstairs to fill my suitcase with handfuls of things I wouldn't even be needing.

Carly immediately went into my closet and starting looking through it as I sat on my bed watching her. I was really upset she couldn't come with me. She loved the twins just as much as me and there's nothing more that I wanted than her to accompany me.

She's handling it really well, considering we have plans that involve marrying them so she's not necessarily bummed that she can't meet them right now.

Despite all my nervousness, and all my worries about not being together, the trip will be awesome.

Even alone.