So uh. Hi? I started writing this fanfic back when I was 13. I am now 17 and HOLY CRAP. I finally got back into this account. SO have a draft of this chapter that I wrote a long time ago. I will probably be redoing the original chapters now that I'm actually good at writing now lmao.
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Checking the time, I quickly ran upstairs and looked through my closet looking for a good outfit for the concert. After picking out the perfect outfit and getting dressed I went downstairs to check the time again. '6:30, so I still got time.' I thought. I sat down on the couch, being bored. "BZZZ BZZZ!" My phone went off. I picked it up and read the alert. 'From: Punk. You ready?' I texted back 'Yeah, what about you?' 2 seconds later, I got a text back. 'From Punk. Look outside.'
Getting up, I curiously looked out my window. There stood Punk, in a (fav band) shirt, sporting his usual jeans and black beanie. Grinning, I grabbed my phone and keys and headed outside, locking my door. "Guess we both couldn't wait" He said smiling, looking me up and down. " Yeah I guess not" I said laughing.
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After the concert ended my and Punk were hoarse from singing along to the songs. In order to avoid the crowd, Punk lead me over to one of the food stands, out of the way of the stampede of concertgoers. "God that was amazing!" I said beaming at him. He laughed at my reaction.. "Yeah, it was! It was all the better with you here though!" He said causing me to blush lightly. I yawned, realizing how late it was. "Hey, how about we go to my house? You could sleepover and I can bring you home in the morning?" he said looking at me.
I know another cliffhanger! But it's only because I need your help! Should you go home with Punk? Don't worry nothing bad would happen..... Right? So please choose! Tell me in the comments and it will shape the next chapter!
But anyways
Stay evil my demons!
