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lauren POV

We have made it to Upper Arlington. It's so pretty here! All I could think about was josh and styler! Me and Mariyah got to our house which was huge and each picked our own rooms. I hung up my black clique flag and set up me desk and make up and my bed and everything else. It took about two hours as I'd left my clothes to do later. I went to Mariyah's room and she had the same flag as me and some twenty one pilots posters like me and some Melanie Martinez ones. I looked round the room. Everyone was neat and organised like my room. And like she she had left the clothes out. Our rooms were perfect. "Sooo... how's josh?"

I did tell her in the end and she didn't say anything mean or tell me to stop talking to him. She found it cute. I started to blush when she mentioned him. "He's good" I mumble nervously.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed. How did WE meet?" She asks me. Internet.
"But he's a boy!" I reason. "I haven't liked anyone like this since year 10!"
"I've never liked anyone minus Harry Styles and Tyler Joseph" she says.
"But they're celebrities" I reason.
"The thing is I'm a bad advisor" she points out, plugging her iPod I think her speakers and turning on Ode To Sleep. "Are you guys going to meet?"

"Well... he may or may not have given me two tickets to see twenty one pilots plus backstage passes" I say.
"Your FUCKING JOKING!" She yells.
"WE'RE MEETING TWENTY ONE PILOTS!" I squeal jumping up.
"WHAT THE FUCK"