A/N: I do NOT support Coachella! I could not think of any other parties/dances the twins go to, so I chose Coachella. Again I do NOT support Coachella. ~oriana
Nolan's P.O.V.:
Three days have passed, and I was in the house, while Ethan and Grayson were on their was to Coachella.
I sat in the corner of my bedroom and cried. Grayson and Ethan had friends, and I didn't.
They'll hang out with James Charles, get their pictures taken by Bryant, see Ariana Grande live, and... and... hang out with their girlfriends.
I hate to admit this, but I have a crush on Grayson's girlfriend, Sandra.
She knew I existed, even though Grayson never introduced her to me. She gives me money to buy my own clothes when Grayson gets the Wii ready.
Sandra has dark roots that fade into a chocolate brown. She usually wears neutral colors on her lids and has thin eyebrows. Her lips are always tinted rose gold. She's basically beautiful in every way, no matter how you put it. I wish she wasn't dating Grayson, though, because Grayson hates me.
I went to the fireplace where I was usually forbidden from. I sat on the stone bench and sighed.
Flashes of pink started coming from the fireplace. I ran away from it as fast as possible and this woman appeared.
"Hello, Nolan, I am your fairy godtit, Wendy," the person said.
"Excuse me? Fairy god-WHO?" I asked her.
Wendy rolled her eyes. "Fairy godTIT. G-O-D-T-I-T!" Wendy shouted.
"Whatever you are, state your business," I impatiently told her.
"As your fairy godtit on your mother's side, I am to grant your greatest wish once every eighteen years. Ahh, yes, your wish is to go to Coachella! I can do that," Wendy explained.
"Okay?" I asked in disbelief.
"First... fetch me a toy car, and meet me outside in the driveway," Wendy instructed.
I found my limousine Hot Wheels car and presented it to her. With the flicker of her stick, it changed into life-size.
I gasped. "Yes, Nolan, it's true, now fetch me a boy Barbie," Wendy ordered.
I got my Ken doll with a manbun, and he came to life.
"All done now let me-" she paused. "Oh, Nolan! I must change that attire!"
My brown textured jacket, yellow shirt, brown plaid pants, and dirty white socks transformed into a red bandana, a blue tank top, black ripped jeans, and silver high tops.
"Beware though, that this effect lasts until midnight each Coachella day, then, you are to go into the limousine and camp out in there," my fairy godtit explains.
I went into the limousine happily, and the man manbun dude drove me to Coachella.
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