falling | wyatt oleff [ ON HOLD ]

37 | reality

MY HEART was bound to explode as soon as I see the stadium in which the concert the concert will be held at. In approximately one hour, I'm going to meet the loves of my life.

The door swings open and I happily hop off, grabbing the bags of gifts and hidden snacks. Just as I was about to run to the entrance, Arabella Grace handed me a piece of paper.

I furrow my eyebrows, "What's this?"

"Just read it and you'll understand. Have fun, we'll pick you up at 12 sharp!" she smiles and enters the vehicle, and they speed off.

"..Okay." I unfold the paper and read the message.

What's cracka lackin' bud?
You thought this was going
to be cheesy??? NO SIREE!!
LOL ok anyways once you
go through the entrance,
meet me by a post near by.
It has a red balloon, so you'll
know what I'm talking about.
And considering with how
oblivious you are, you still
probably have no idea who
this is, but trust me I'm not
a pedophile lol

- anonymous ;)

I smile at the letter, and I guess whoever this is is correct because I really have no idea who this could be. I mean, it could be Wyatt, or Jeremy. I mean, Jeremy loves the Vamps and perhaps wanted me to go with him?

I sigh and shake my thoughts out before I begin to overthink. I walk towards the entrance of the stadium and already see a long line. I frown and take out my earphones and listen to music to pass time.

After what felt like hours, I finally made it to the front of the line. A tired looking boy who seems to be around 17-19 looks up at me and rolls his eyes.

"Hello," I greet while taking out my ticket and VIP pass.

"Hi, miss. May I please see your ticket?"

I hand it to him and he asks for my wrist. I oblige and he wraps a bright green wristband. He hands me back my pass.

"You can leave now, it doesn't take 5 years."

"Thanks," I mutter and rush to the building, ignoring his rude comment. As soon as I enter, my ears are filled with loud screams from hundreds of other girls who are here for the same reason as I am.

I push myself around the sea of people and manage to find the red balloon. I keep squeezing through people until I find a head of curly locks. I immediately recognize the person, and I run.

"Wyatt!" I yell through the other chatters and he somehow hears me. He runs towards me as well and just as we were only a few feet apart, I trip on someone's foot and I fall on top of him.

"Oh. Hi." I say, my cheeks quickly turning red. Wyatt chuckes and helps me get up, and picks up the bags I dropped.

"When will I ever stop tripping on things?" I sigh, rubbing my side.