pvrahoy! // Lynn Gunn Imagine

Three's A Third Wheel

A/N: I'd like to apologize for the wait for this chapter. I haven't really been motivated to write lately - and what little motivation I /do/ have needs to be directed towards another project that I'm currently working on (which may or may not find its way onto Wattpad). 

Thank you to everyone who's been sticking with this little book of mine thus far - your comments and favourite and votes mean a great deal to me! :) To make up for the slightly more extended absence, this next chapter will be fairly lengthy. Enjoy!

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"Y/N, what the fuck," Abbey hisses under her breath as you take her closer to the stairs that lead to the off-limits area of the ship that's reserved for the bands and other artistic acts only.

"Just trust me on this, Bee," you tell her as you gesture for her to stay back as you approach a security guard. Different from the one last night, but still just as buff.

"Lost?" he asks you, folding his arms.

Definitely bitchier than the one last night, you think to yourself. "Nope!" you say, injecting as much confidence into your voice as you can, hoping to sound like you know what you're doing, and that you belong in the restricted area. Because you do, Lynn invited you, you think - as much as that thought still makes your head reel.

"Then...," he taps his foot, waiting for an explanation.

"Lynn actually asked me up to have breakfast with her," you explain, nodding back to Abbey, "Me and my friend, that is."

"Lynn, huh?" he sounds unimpressed.

What the fuck, this mountain will not move, you think, panicking. "Um..., yeah, Lynn Gunn, she'd said-"

"Josh, man, relax. I know her," a voice says from up above. All three of you, Abbey included as she shuffles closer to the situation, crane your necks up.

The security guard from last night is leaning over the railing of the upper level balcony. "She's a friend of Lynn's, it's cool," he waves you on up, and you scramble up the stairs past Josh, who's scowling. Abbey scurries along behind you.

"Dude, thank you so much!" you say as you reach the landing.

He smiles at you and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a wristband. "The breakfast hall is just down to your right there - you'll be able to smell it before you see it. Take this too, for next time, alright?"

You hold out your arm for him to snap the wristband into place, peering at his nametag, "Seriously, thank you so much, Simon."

"Not a problem," he says, then gestures to Abbey, "She's with you?"

You glance at Abbey, who's standing half a step behind the both of you, her mouth hanging open slightly in shock. You grab her shoulder and pull her forward the rest of the way, "Yeah. Yeah, this is my friend, Abbey."

"Well, Abbey, you're in luck today," Simon says, pulling out another wristband, gesturing for her arm, "Just don't let on to anyone that the head of security is giving out access passes, alright? This is just because you guys know Lynn, okay?"

"We won't say a single word, promise!" you chirrup, practically throwing him a salute as Abbey takes her wrist back, staring at the words ALL ACCESS printed across the band.

"You ladies have a nice breakfast," he smiles, then clasps his hands behind his back and strolls off, whistling.

"Lynn?!" Abbey exclaims, rounding on you, her eyes wide. "You don't actually mean-"