Becoming Beautiful (Wattys2014)

| Chapter 25 |

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Chapter 25

On Friday, the 31st of January, Marissa invited me over her house to spend the night. She said that she wanted me to help her pick out an outfit for the concert, which was on February 7th. She told me that I might as well bring my guitar, just in case Noah decides to teach me a few more things about the beautiful instrument. After I asked my mom and packed my bag, I was on my way there. On my arrival, I noticed two things- Lukas’s car was no longer in the driveway and Noah’s car was missing.

As I walked up the path to their intimidating house, Marissa yanked open the door, urging me to come inside. “Noah’s going to pick up Floyd,” she told me with a large grin.

I simply nodded, allowing Marissa to yank me up the stairs. “So I was thinking that I should wear shorts, but I don’t know if the arena will be cold or hot. I think they’d have it chilled because there’s probably going to be a lot of people there, and that’s going to make it extremely hot, you know?” she explained.

“Why don’t you go with capris?” I suggested, furrowing my eyebrows. She nodded, ripping open a drawer to her dresser.

“Which ones?” she asked me.

“I would say jean capris,” I told her and she started yanking the jean clothing from the drawer, allowing her hands to chuck them towards her bed.

“Tank top or t-shirt?” she inquired as she looked at me.

I just shrugged, unsure of what to say. “I’ll just wear a tank top and I’ll bring a cardigan just in case!”

I nodded, dropping down on her bed. She opened another drawer and started thumbing through tank tops. Pulling a light purple one from the drawer, she tossed it on her bed. She started shoving her capris into their designated drawer once she chose her light blue pair. After gathering her clothes, she tucked them neatly in the corner of her dresser before dropping down beside me.

“I’m so excited,” she grinned widely. “Thank you so much for the tickets, Kenna!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about the distance. They weren’t coming anywhere in our town and the closest concert was an hour and a half away. I figured you wouldn’t mind,” I shrugged as I stared at the posters lining her walls. “Because you love them so much,” I whispered, a bit scared as the lead singer’s cold, dead eyes stared at me.

“It’s fine, I swear! I’m so excited!” she squealed and I nodded, pressing a finger to my ear.

“Honey, I’m home!” Floyd’s voice made its way up the steps. Marissa and I stood up, exiting her room and jogging down the steps.

“You’re not going to believe what happened to us!” Floyd exclaimed as he shoved a slushie towards me. “So, we were at 7-11, right, and this guy walks in and starts asking if we have any stray reggae CDs lying around our car—,” Floyd continued speaking as I tuned him out, walking towards Noah.

“Did you bring your guitar?” he asked me and I nodded.

“Yeah, it’s in the backseat of my car,” I told him. Giving me a quick nod, he ended the conversation, allowing us to tune back in to Floyd’s rant.

“And I said ‘Man, we don’t have any CDs!’ and he dropped the fat cake, got a handful of peanut butter, and smeared it on the wall!” Floyd ended with a sigh. “It was one crazy situation. Glad I made it out alive.”

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“I’m starving,” Marissa groaned from the couch.

“Yeah, me too,” Floyd added. I simply nodded along, as did Noah. “How about I go pick something up at Subway?”