Fantastic Foursome Imagines

Chances: Ally + Pj

Ally

I laid back on my bed and stretched out. I didn’t get much sleep last night, but what else is new? But then it hit me. VidCon is today. I can meet KickthePj. He’s actually going to VidCon this year. I rolled out of bed, a little gracelessly, and went into the bathroom to get ready.

I mean, I guess, in theory, I could’ve met him several times, my cousins girlfriends sister is dating Pj’s friend. So there is a very VERY distant relationship there, plus, you know, the Atlantic Ocean separating us—He lives in England, along with my cousin’s girlfriend’s sister and his friend. But with biannual family-get togethers [which stretch a little farther than just family], I’ve caught sight of him a couple times. Of course, every time I freaked out and hid.

Oh, how I hate myself sometimes.

But this is it. This is my time. I can do this. I can FREAKING do this. I lined my hazel-ly green eyes with a thin layer of eyeliner and a couple swipes of mascara before going to my suitcase. It’s really hot outside, so I imagine that any other make-up would melt flat off my face. I put on a Peirce the Veil t-shirt and some shorts, again, the heat would kill me if I wore anything else. I threw my hair Up into a high ponytail, making sure there weren’t any bumps or loose strands before heading down to the lobby of the crappy hotel I rented specifically for VidCon.

I went outside and stared up at the sun, wishing that it would stay like this all week. Warn weather is always something that I loved, I wish for it any time it’s possible. I hailed a cab and got in, making sure that my VidCon pass was securely in my pocket. About twenty minutes later I was dropped off at the convention center and ready to go. I dropped the pass around my neck and headed towards the doors, not really knowing what to expect.

Once I made it into the convention center I knew that this would be the best day of my life. I grinned and looked around at all of the girls, and a decent about of boys, all standing around and chatting with each other. I bit my lip with a smile and walked deeper inside, hoping that people wouldn’t come up to me and try to talk. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have friends and I enjoy talking to those friends, but meeting people and being surrounded by strangers isn’t exactly the best things in the world… try a little farther down on my list of Best Situations… like, maybe at the bottom. Very bottom.

I couple meters into the massive room and I was bumped several times by screaming girls and almost tripped over my shoelace. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought… I should’ve brought backup.

I kept close to the wall as people steadily dropped into hysteria—someone’s here. I looked towards all of the doors and followed the screams with my gaze until my eyes fell on Pj. He usually doesn’t go to conventions. Except for maybe SitC.

But he’s here now. He’s the whole reason why I even scraped up what money I had to come. His hair was a sort of orderly mess, dark curls sitting on his head beautifully, thought that was about all I could see of him over the heads of screaming pre-teens and some girls my age.

But that was enough. My heart hopped up into my throat and I felt my stomach do flips. He’s here. He’s in the same room as me. I shook my head in disbelief and a small smile spread across my face.

My hopes plummeted as he was instantly swarmed, my heart turning to stone and sinking like a rock. I’d have to fight all of those people to get to him. How can I do that? Hell, how can he do that? All of those people. I would’ve died by then, definitely.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a familiar face and I turned to see my cousin, the one who’s girlfriends sister is dating Pj’s friend, and saw him walking towards me, his face pale.