one less lonely girl

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we showed up at the concert. this is my first concert. we got out of the uber. "lea i really have to use the bathroom" i chuckled. maybe i can ask somebody where a bathroom is. "you can go without me just text me when they are out, im going to ask somebody for a bathroom." lea nodded "stay safe birthday girl" i chuckled and watched lea go off without me. i followed behind her but stopped when she showed her ticket and got in.

"excuse me sir, do you know where a bathroom is?" i asked the person that was reading the tickets. "theres one down the hall and to your right" down the hall and to my right. "thank you" i walked down the hall and right and walked into the womens bathroom. it was super clean and the lighting was perfect. i took out my phone and took mirror pictures and posted them to snapchat.

i got into a stall and used the toilet and walked out when i was done. i went to the sink and started washing my hands when i heard my phone beep. i quickly grabbed a paper towel and dried my hands. i took my phone out my back pocket and looked at the message. 'where are you?? the concert started 5 minutes ago' its probably crowded out there oh god. i texted back 'sorry im coming now.' i walked out the bathroom and bumped into a boy carrying a camera around his neck.

"oh god im sorry" i backed up. "no no its okay" the boy picked up my phone and handed it to me. "fuck its cracked" he looked guilty. "it was my fault i should have watched where i was going" the boy added. i shook my head "its okay trust me i just got 100 dollars for my birthday i can afford to get it fixed" i said smiling and putting it back in my back pocket. "happy birthday, how old did you turn?" this is the first time a boy ever noticed me what the fuck. "eigh-eighteen" i looked into his eyes and he smiled. "aah welcome to adulthood." i have no idea who this is and im missing the concert.

"whats your name?" more questions ugh. "Seven" he looked at me and laughed. "no seriously" he looked at me in a serious way "forreal? thats the dopest name ever, your mom is creative" i smiled "thank you, whats your name?" im just adding more conversation im stupid. "wiggy" i nodded. thats a really weird name. "can you do me a favour?" oh my god im never gonna be able to leave this guy. "can you watch the luggage? we're always getting our shit stolen" we're? um. "i actually have places to g— fine fine ill do it" im too nice. my birthday is officially ruined.

"plus youll get to meet gbc when we start to get our luggage up" what? seriously? backstage? no way.. "oh my god- wait who are you?" he sighed looking like he knew i was a newbie with all of this. "wiggy, the camera man, i record the concert and some music videos of lil peep" my heart dropped. "that is really cool, so thats the reason why you have this camera?" that was a stupid question. "yes, now the luggage is down to your left" i nodded. "lead the way please?" he began to lead the way to the luggage room and i followed behind him.

"its right here, watch it closely and dont let nobody take anything unless they show proof its their bag" wiggy added. i nodded and sat on the bench near the bags and wiggy left.

i sat there for about 2 hours and took out my phone and seeing lea going crazy looking for me, i texted to her 'im watching gbc's luggage." she texted back fast 'omg really? after the show ill be there where is it" i shook my head and smiled 'go straight and to your right then straight to your left.' that was confusing but she still continued to understand what i meant.

i put my phone away and sat there for another hour. after 3 hours and 20 minutes a big guy came in and started collecting luggage. what the fuck is he doing? why is he taking everything i stood up. "hey what are you doi" he cut me off "c'mon you watching the bags right, come with me" i guess wiggy told him that i watch the bags. "oh are we switching locations?" that was really stupid to say but he didnt give no response just held a bus door open for me and put the bags in the bus.

i walked into the bus and sat by the bags. i dont think this was supposed to happen. i check my back pockets for my phone and its not even there. "yoo wheres my phone??" i checked in my bag and there was no phone. this is the longest day ever my mom is going to kill me.. and where even am i?