Breaking Point

Pizza

"Heartbreak girl!” I sang along with my best friend, Carrie. We were driving in the streets of San Francisco, blasting 5 Seconds of Summer on the radio. “I can’t believe we saw them live last night.”

“I can’t believe we got second row tickets,” Carrie said with a smile. Our seats were all the way up in the arena until our favorite radio station approached us and upgraded our seats to the second row.

“I’m just sad it’s over,” I said with a slight frown.

“I could’ve sworn Luke was staring at you for half the concert,” she joked while nudging my arm and winking. I laughed.

“Maybe because I was singing along like crazy person,” I giggled. I had absolutely no shame when it came to my fangirl life. Although I was 20 years old and lived on my own, there was no way I’d ever be able to suppress the fangirl side of me. Not that I wanted to.

“Oh, really?” Carrie scoffed. “Because I could’ve sworn that he winked down at you during Beside You, Out of My Limit and Wherever You Are. And smiled at your during Try Hard,” she continued.

“Okay, okay I get it. He may have looked at me once… or twice. But what does that matter?” I asked.

“Whatever, Sky. You just keep living in your little bubble of denial,” she said. I laughed and continued driving to our favorite pizza place, Little Pinos, while secretly hoping that I had stood out to Luke.

After we’d ordered our pizza, we sat down at our usual table and I pulled out my phone and checked into the restaurant on Twitter and Facebook.

“We need to pick up groceries on the way home,” I muttered, still mostly focused on my phone. The bell on the door of the restaurant dinged obnoxiously and I didn’t bother to look up. “And can you please stop buying sugar free junk food and candy? It’s ridiculous Carr-“

“Oh my God. Sky, oh my god,” she said breathlessly.

“What? I hate those nasty fat free, sugar free little chocolate things you always buy. Ugh, makes me nauseous just thinking about it,” I said covering my mouth with my free hand. Carrie grabbed my wrist roughly and squeezed. “Ow! What the hell, Carrie. Fine, I’ll eat your stupid disgusting chocolate, jeez!” I said, yanking my hand free and rubbing my wrist. I looked up at her and her blue eyes were wide and her mouth slightly hung open. She was staring behind me at the entrance.

“What are you staring-“ I turned in my seat to see what she was so flustered about and my eyes widened and my mouth dropped, matching Carrie’s expression. “Is-is-is that…”

“5... Seconds… of… Summer,” she whispered, eyes still wide. “All of them. Right there. Right there, Sky. Right there,” she kept saying.

I whipped back around in my chair and placed both hands on the table and tried to steady my breathing. I could feel my heart beating through my chest.

“I knew they had a few weeks off, but I didn’t think they’d spend it here,” I said quietly.

“Well… now we know,” Carrie said, still whispering. I couldn’t help but laugh at her expression because I knew I had the exact same expression on my face. Which meant we both looked like total psychos. I must’ve laughed pretty hard because Carrie grabbed my wrist again.

“Oh my God, Michael and Calum just looked over here,” she said, directing her eyes down to the table. “Laugh again, Sky. Loudly.”

“What, are you crazy? I can’t just laugh loudly on command without sounding stupid,” I scoffed.

“Remember that time I honked at that old guy on the street and he flashed us?” she said simply. She looked me dead in the eyes knowing that I was about to burst out laughing. And I did. I couldn’t help reliving the experience and laughing until my eyes watered.