Fake Fan c.h.

Chapter 3

"Can I be honest with you for a sec?" Bree faced me and nodded, "they're living my dream."

I turned to look at the tv while she looks at me, confused.

I sighed, "I don't know. I've always had this crazy dream of making music and performing in front of thousands of people," I looked down at the popcorn bowl and plopped one in my mouth.

"Okay first of all," she paused and took the bowl from my lap, "you eat a lot when you're upset and I don't want you finishing the bowl," she said as she stuffed her face with popcorn, which made me chuckle.

"Second of all," she said as she chewed down her food, "you have an amazing voice. Your dream's bound to happen if you put in the effort to make it happen." She took another handful of popcorn in her mouth, which ruined the inspirational moment.

I threw a pillow at her which caused the bowl of popcorn to spill on the floor. Bree stared at the food on the floor and slowly looked at me with her mouth wide open.

I couldn't help but laugh which only caused her to jump out of her seat, "Bitch if you don't make me another bowl, I'll eat your whole damn apartment," she quietly said.

I playfully gave her the middle finger and made her another bowl of popcorn.

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"Fucking shit. Wake up Leah!" I felt a pillow hit my head, "we have to go! Today's the day, cum swallower!"

I groaned and lifted my head up but was beaten down by another pillow, "wake the fuck up!!"

I sat from my bed. My hair was covering half my face, and I'm pretty sure drool reached down to my neck; I was a mess, "what time is it?" I sleepily asked through my yawn.

Another pillow was thrown at me, "it's 8am but we better get there early or we won't get good seats at sound check."

I sighed loudly and headed for the shower.

You got this okay?

I tried telling myself that everything will go smoothly. Everything has to go according to plan. If it doesn't, my whole life will be ruined, if it's not fucked up already.

"Don't expect me to not drag you out of there!" Bree yelled through the door, "I swear, if we don't get good seats, I'll throw myself on stage!"

I opened the door after I got dressed in skinny jeans and a maroon lace up top, "oh don't act like that's a bad thing. You throwing yourself on stage?" I shook my head playfully and walked passed her.

I sat down on my table and started to apply my makeup.

"You know, you really don't have to cake your face in order for the boys to like you," Bree commented as I applied lipstick, "You're fine with the natural look."

I shrugged and put my my black combat boots on. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection, "If this doesn't work out, I don't know what I'll do," I turned towards her as she was behind me, "I NEED this to work."

She nodded and gave me a small smile. We both grabbed our bags and headed out the door.

I'm gonna be honest, I'm quite excited for this concert. Although I've only admired the band for a few days, I'm eager to hear them live. I want to dance along to End Up Here. I want to sing along to Everything I Didn't say, and I want to cry during Amnesia. For the first time, I've felt as if the boys I used to hate, and the boys I admire now, are two different bands.