Territory☆geoff wigington☆

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"Tell me what you want me to say, you know I'm stupid for you!" Shyann paraded herself around my bedroom, yelling song lyrics at the top of her lungs. I tossed a pillow at her, and she stopped dancing to frown at me. "What was that for?" she mumbled. "You're loud," I replied simply, spooning strawberry ice cream into my mouth.

She rolled her eyes and blew a strand of brown hair out of her face, flopping down on the  bed next to me. "Why don't you film a cover or something?" she suggested. She reached her foot to the end of my bed and nudged my ukulele with her toe.

I tapped my fingers against my lips and picked it up. "I have been meaning to film a 'Favorite Liar' cover," I said, opening the bedside table drawer and digging out my camera. I set it up next to my bed, and Shyann crossed her legs and leaned forward eagerly. "Hey, guys. I'm pretty bored, so I decided to make a cover of 'Favorite Liar' by The Wrecks. I'm not much of a singer, but I hope you enjoy it."

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"You made me love the rain," I sang. I strummed a few chords just for fun and smiled at the camera. "Well, that's it. Hope you liked it!" I said enthusiastically, and turned my camera off. Shyann started to clap. "What do you mean, 'I'm not much of a singer,'?" she exclaimed. "I'm not that good, Shy," I chuckled at her outburst.

"Oh, my God," Shyann groaned. "What?" I asked to her retreating back. "You're so talented, and you don't even realize it. I'm getting ice cream." I got up off my bed and sat down in my desk chair, pulling my unedited video up in a separate window. Once I finished that, I started the process of uploading it to my social medias.

I leaned back and heard Shyann's rapid footsteps ascending the stairs. "I'm eating your coffee gelato!"

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"Man, Heath Ledger is a work of art," Shyann sighed, gazing at my TV in admiration. I was about to agree when my computer chimed. I stood up and stretched,  and the glowing white numbers of my clock caught my eye. It was two in the morning.

I jiggled my mouse to wake my computer up, it opened onto the Instagram home page, so I went straight to the new message I had received.

geoff wigington: hey :) i liked your cover. you have a really pretty voice.

His name sounded vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't figure out where I'd heard it before.

I stole a quick glance at Shy to make sure she was occupied. We had a strict sisters-before-misters policy, and I was sure she'd be upset to know I was interrupting our "10 Things I Hate About You" ritual to reply to some guy's message.

kateslayed: hey, thanks! means a lot.

I shuffled back to the pile of blankets and pillows on my bedroom floor and flopped down next to Shyann. "Who was that?" she asked, not tearing her gaze away from the movie. "Nobody important," I yawned, pulling a pillow over my face just as my computer dinged again. Shyann whipped her head around.

"Who is that?" She jumped up and went to my computer and I chased after her. "Hey, it's nobody," I said, standing between her and my desk. She raised her eyebrows. "Well, now I really wanna know."

I brushed a chunk of curly purple hair out of my eyes and leaned against my chair. "Listen, Shy-" I started, but she held up her hand to stop me. "No. No, no, no. We are best friends, Katherine Fitzpatrick. And best friends don't keep secrets." Well, I didn't want to argue with that logic. I didn't even know why I was so reluctant to show her the messages in the first place. I guess it was just a gut feeling.

"Fine," I sighed and moved out of her way. I watched her profile transform from determination to concentration to realization, and then to pure excitement. Then I remembered why I didn't want her to see my correspondence with Geoff Wigington.

"Geoff Wigington!" she exclaimed, sending my pencil cup flying across the room with her sudden outburst. "Jesus, Shyann!" I yelled, scrambling to pick up the various writing utensils scattered on my floor.

"Kate, this is huge."

"It's not a big deal," I tried to convince her. "It's just a compliment."

"You mean two compliments," Shyann corrected me. "What?" I scanned the screen and discovered she was right.

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geoff wigington: also, your purple hair is awesomee!! i like it a lot👌🏻

I smiled slightly, and Shyan slapped my shoulder. "Say thanks, you unciviled ogre," she commanded and grinned at me. "Alright, alright!"

I tapped out my reply.

kateslayed: thank youuu i like it too lol.

I went to press send, but Shyann grabbed my wrist. "Say, 'My best friend loves your band.'" I looked at her. "No." "Say it." "Oh my, God. You are actually impossible." She batted her eyelashes. "Please?" I rolled my eyes. "Okay."

kateslayed: thank youuu i like it too lol. btw, my best friend loves your band. congrats on the tour.

Shyann nodded in approval. "Nice."

We stared at the screen in anticipation, and after a few seconds, a little bubble appeared. "He's typing! He's typing!" Shyann yelled. "Shh! I know!"

His reply popped up.

geoff wigington: oh thanks 😊😊 yeah, touring's fun but i'm happy tomorrow's our last show.

I started to write back, but another text bubble materialised on the screen.

geoff wigington: hey, since your friend likes the band i could hook you up with some tickets for tomorrow's show in houston.

geoff wigington: if you want😉

Shyann looked at me in disbelief.  "'If you want'?" she whispered. "Of course, I want!"

I started to protest, but I guessed she was done with my resistance, so she pushed me aside.

kateslayed: i mean, sure if its not too much a problem.

A link appeared a few minutes later, with a message attached.

geoff wigington: done :)

Shyann clutched at her heart dramatically as I clicked on the link. "I am going to see Waterparks. Live. Tomorrow." "At seven," I added, printing out the tickets.

"At seven!"

kateslayed: my best friend is currently dying lol. thanks sm, but i've gotta get to bed. sleep calls..

geoff wigington: definitely. welp, see you in the crowd tomorrow 😉

kateslayed: right on

I closed out of the website and crawled under my blanket in which Shyann was already wrapped.

"I can't believe this," I heard her whisper into the pillow, and I giggled. "Neither can I."