"Ready for round two girls?" shouts Molly.
"Woohoo!" "OH yeah!"
We all look completely different. "Clean," Sammy says.
She always makes me smile and I swear she can read my mind. When she and Molly are in the car, I don't even need to speak in the car at times.
I actually took into consideration as to what I was wearing tonight. After the concert Molly and I are meeting up with Jake. That's a big deal for me to put effort into my outfits. Usually I'm running out in shorts and shirts without a care or in my scrubs. I didn't dress up for him because I like him. We tried that last year, it didn't work out. It was just too weird. We're too close. Now we just laugh about it. But if I don't dress up nice, he always gives me too much shit about it. He's lucky I love him. I'm wearing a coral halter and white shorts that make me look extremely tan. My hair is down in soft waves, but lets see how long it actually stays down. Molly is looking like a knockout. She's rocking a white and blue racer back with bright blue shorts. Sammy and Kristen are both wearing adorable sundresses. Sometime I forget that Sammy and Kristen are 8 years older than me... They both look like they're 12. Sometimes I'm jealous.
We park in reserved parking. Sammy and Kristen are both freaking out. Worse than yesterday and I didn't think that'd be possible. They made a new sign since they lost theirs yesterday. This time it says "You better marry us Harry Styles!" They crack me up sometimes. Right when I'm about to get to the ticket booth, Paul comes running up to us.
"Hi Silvara? Hi, I'm Paul," he states.
"OHMYGOD ITS PAUL! ITS PAUL!" both Kristen and Sammy yell. How do they know him? Is he one of their dads? My stomach drops. Did I seriously punch one of their dads?!
"Oh, hi! Are you Sammy?" She nods. "Who's your friend?" He looks right at Kristen.
"Kristen. Her name is Kristen," mumbles Sammy. Kristen is too awestruck to answer herself.
"Well hello Kristen. The lads are very excited to meet you girls. Unfortunately since you guys were late you have only 20 minutes to talk to them before the show starts," he states. Then beckons us to follow him.
"Yeah, sorry we hit massive loads of traffic. And I'm sorry for yesterday," I mumble. He's definitely not a dad, but someone important.
"Don't mention it," he looks over his shoulder and eyes me, " Seriously don't."
We walk for a few minutes. I forget how big this stadium is at times. When it's empty you can truly see how big it is. You notice all the workers running around. A busy beehive with the workers all wearing khaki pants and white shirts.
They must sweat their asses off in this heat. I can't help but wonder if there's A.C. Of course I speak before I think and ask one passing by. It's a boy possibly 15 years old. Apparently all these people are volunteers. He tells me his band works there at concerts and games to raise money for trips. I was shocked, never thought of that. So now following my little group, I smile and remind myself to tip every single bucket I see. We walk into this huge room and there's a short line to a curtain. I can hear ecstatic yells and screams on the other side, as well as sobs.
Once we enter the line I look at the girls and their faces have Cheshire grins from ear to ear. Molly and I can't help it and get excited for them! Right when it's our turn to go through the curtain my Twenty One Pilots ring tone goes off and I know it's Jake. Paul also came and asked if Molly could come with him for a moment to grab Sammy's bag. Paul reassures me that its okay if the girls go by themselves while I answer my call since we're the last group. I give them thumbs up and answer the call. Before I respond to Jake yelling "Silvie!", I hear the girls screech!
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FanfictionMy name is Silvara, but people call me Silvie. I just graduated college and had my life mapped out before me: take the MCATs, apply to medical school, travel for a few weeks with my best friend, and land a great fellowship. Those plans were set in s...