you're the one that i want // tony perry

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Ava's POV. ~

"Ava, stop being scared and just do it. It's Instagram- like he probably gets thousands of comments on his hot selfies all the time," raved my best friend Cleo. 

I turned to look at her with annoyed eyes. I knew she was just irked that I was partially having an anxiety attack because I was too nervous to leave a dumb comment on Tony Perry's recent photo.

He's just so cute, I thought. 

Don't get me wrong, the other members of PTV were beautiful and gorgeous. 

But there's something about Tony. 

Something I can't quite wrap my head around. He just intrigues me so much.

 "I doubt he'll even see it," she sighed, completely distracted on her phone. 

Being as insecure as I am, I kind of took her comment offensively. But maybe she was right; Tony Perry was probably used to shit like this. I mean, he was in a really awesome band and he seemed so sweet. I'm sure women practically threw themselves at him in the comment section of his photos, so why should me commenting anything on one of his selfies be such a big deal? I wasn't going to be weird- at least I hope I didn't come off that way. 

I hesitated for a bit and I felt stupid that I did. I began typing: 

really disappointed i wasn't able to get tickets to see you play tonight. i think you're amazing and i hope the show is awesome :) 

p.s. i think i'm in love with you 

God, I am so lame. I kept it totally PG because it could have easily been different.. 

"Fine, whatever, fuck this. Let's get pizza and go out and at least try to do something with ourselves tonight," I said as I quickly pushed enter and closed out of the app. I put my phone in my back pocket and laced up my converse to get ready to go out.

I got inside of the passenger seat of Cleo's black 2000 mustang and rested my head against the seat. I was so salty that I couldn't see Pierce the Veil play tonight. It wasn't that Cleo and I didn't have the money, because we did. We just made a HUGE mistake waiting super last minute to get tickets. Like of course the show would sell out.

"Don't be sad babe. We'll just have a girls night?" Cleo asked, lifting my chin up.

"They'll come back. I know it," I said, trying to lighten up the mood. We were both so looking forward to the show tonight. But oh well, I'm sure I could find it on youtube or something within the next couple of days.

We pulled up to our favorite lil pizza joint that was down the road from our apartment.

"Gosh, I'm starved," she said as we walked in. Just when I was about to order my usual, I felt my phone vibrate.

Weird, I thought. My phone is dry as hell all the time.

"Uhh, I'll just take what she's having," I said to the cashier and walked over to the side to see what it was. I automatically assumed it was my mom texting me or just another dumb twitter notification.

I pulled my phone out of my purse and my eyes went wide when I read my lock screen. It took everything in me at that moment to not let my phone fall from my hands.

tonyperry has sent you a direct message on instagram

"Ava, your pizza is read- oh my god are you alright?" Cleo screeched, running over to me when she saw that I was frozen like a fucking statue.

"What's your deal?" she asked. I shoved my phone towards her and let her read the screen.

"Holy. Fuck." she said.

Whatever. Just a silly comment. No big deal, right?