Elisya's POV
"What should I wear?" I ask Hunter as he watches me look through my closet.
"You look great in everything," He laughs. I roll my eyes and sigh.
"I can't find anything!" I groan, stomping my foot in frustration.
"Babe calm down." He laughs at my frustration.
"Don't laugh at me," I pout. He stands up and wraps his arms around me.
"I'm sorry baby," He giggles.
"Pick out my outfit for me," I groan. He nods and goes through my closet. He picks out an item of his merch. The light gray long sleeve shirt with a rose on the right boob that has Hunter written above it and Rowland on the bottom. He pairs that with a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a pair of white converse.
"How was that so easy for you?!" I ask, taking the clothes from him.
"I don't overthink it," He laughs. I stick my tongue out at him before walking into the bathroom to change. I put my hair in a messy bun and put on some makeup.
"So when did you dye your hair?" Hunter asks as I walk out of the bathroom.
"Yesterday I think," I laugh.
"I like it," He smiles. I thank him and hug him tightly.
"We leave in 5 minutes," Hunter smiles. I nod and take his hand.
"Let's leave early," I smile. He nods and calls an Uber. It takes the 5 minutes for the Uber to get there. When we arrive, Ashton attacks me with hugs.
"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH ELISYA!" He laughs. Brandon walks by and gives me a dirty look. He can't possibly hate me. I hate myself. This is too much. Way too much.
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This kinda sucks... sorry.
