Song- You're Dead Wrong by Mayday Parade
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Brielle's POV
I woke up and the sunlight was burning my eyes.
I grab my phone and look at it. 4:47 PM
"How long did I sleep for?" I said running my fingers through my messy hair.
I felt a lot better somehow, and I walked out of my room and into the living room.
"What day is it?" I asked.
"You slept throughout the whole night, so it's the next day for you, which is Saturday."
"Damn..."
(2 Weeks Later)
Brielle's POV
"Tyler stop!" I said laughing as he was tickling me.
"Give me back the Nutella and maybe I will!"
"B-But I love Nutella!"
"IT LOVES ME MORE." He yells and tickles me more.
By this time, I was on the floor, crying due to laughter and the Nutella clenched in my hand, stretching as far away from Tyler as I could.
"Okay...okay..." I said between sighs as Tyler stopped tickling me. "I'll let you have the Nutella."
He reaches over and grabs it. "Thanks darling. Now back to eating it." He says smiling and runs back into the kitchen.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I pull it out to see Carla calling me.
"Hey! What's up?"
"How are you feeling?"
"I feel perfectly fine...? Why?"
"Alright good! Because Patrick might have just booked a surprise concert event at a venue of his friend's..."
"Typical Patrick. What time?"
"Um in like two hours."
"TWO HOURS?!" I yelled into the phone causing the boys to turn their heads and look at me.
"Yeah..."
"That doesn't give us any time to prepare songs, tune, practice and get ready!"
"I know, so I guess I'll be driving to your place as soon as possible to get ready."
"Get your ass over here pronto."
"Alright I'm getting in my car now."
"Good, bye."
"Bye!"
I hang up. "What was that all about?" Jerome asks.
"I have a gig. Concert that Patrick got us."
"Can we all come?!" Preston asks excitedly.
I smile. "I would love all of you to come. It starts in two hours."
"Then you better get ready dood! Go!" Mitch exclaims and I run up the stairs.
I take probably the quickest shower I ever taken, and manage to blow dry my hair before I saw Carla enter my room.
"Outfits Carla." I said pointing to my closet.
We pick out our outfits in no time flat. Good thing we are about the same size.
Carla decided on my "Wild Thing" tank top with ripped black jeggings with a leather jacket. She had brought her black converse to wear.
"How do I look?" She said spinning around.
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