~ Coachella [A Dolan Twins Fanfiction] ~

~ Chapter Uno [1] ~

a/n : no warnings for this chapter :)

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 Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival.

 Coachella is always seen as this huge, majestic, iconic music festival, and is hyped up every year. 

 Reality check: it sucks.

 You may be thinking "wow, that's a bold statement" and yeah, I agree. But Coachella is bullshit. Yeah, it's nice seeing some of your favorite artists perform and sneaking a peek at famous people, but it's ridiculous how blind people are sometimes when it comes to things they love.

 Like me.

 You might not know me. You may not even have heard my name, but I'm Remi, short for Remington Paris, which sounds like a luxury perfume brand. I've never liked my name, per se, but I was definitely out of the ordinary for names. I'm a famous singer, not to toot my own horn, but I thought that I should mention that if you were wondering why I was talking about Coachella.

 Oh yeah. Back to hell.

 I was one of the main performing artists. Obviously, I was absolutely stoked. Invited to Coachella?! You've got to be kidding me! I'm only 19!

 Oooh, I did not know what was coming.

 I accepted immediately, as any sane person does, but my parents were not having it. Here's how the conversation went;

 Me: "Mom, Dad, I got invited to go to Coachella. You know, the music festival that everyone goes to, the one that's really big, the one with all the famous people... ring a bell?"

 Mom: "You aren't going."

 Dad: "Yeah, no, I don't think so."

 Me: "WHAT?! I'm legit 19 years old and yet I'm still being controlled by my parents?!"

 Dad: "Remi, you aren't going, by me and your mother's word."

 Me: "I've already accepted it."

 Dad & Mom: "WHAT?!"

 Mom: "Bring your little sister with, then." 

 Me: "NO."

 And that's how I got tricked into bringing my little sister to Coachella... Psych.

 My little sister, let me remind you, is Elloise. She's 13 years old, and let me just say... she is an actual demon sent from hell, not even exaggerating. Might even be the biggest brat in the world. No, not 'might', she is. Elloise tormented my whole existence, even before she was born.

 Listen, I was GREAT being an only child. I was okie dokie with it. Until my mom came up to me, one bright summer day, while I was listening to music, having a great time, and she decided to ruin my life. I'll reenact the scene for you.

 I was scrolling on Pinterest on my laptop, happily Skyping my boyfriend (at the time), sitting on the floor. He had just made a funny joke and I was laughing hysterically when my mom knocked on the door. Once I calmed myself down, I called out a quick "hold on one second!"

 "I'll be right back." I smile at my sweet, handsome boyfriend, then mute my end. I quickly get on my feet and run over, unlocking my bedroom door. My mom stands on the other side, a wary but excited look on her face. I retract my steps and sit down by the laptop laying on the floor. "What do you need?"

 "Remi... I've brought some news..." She sits down across from me, legs crossed under her. I look up and fold my hands in my lap, expecting the worst. Was she going to say we were moving? Was she going to tell me that I had to break up with my boyfriend? A million and one possibilities ran through my head as we sat in comfortable silence.

 "I'm waiting." I stretch my arms above my head, hearing joints cracking.

 "Remi," she grabs my hands, which had fallen down to rest on my crossed legs. "I- I don't know how to break this to you easily, but... You're going to have a sibling."

 I stopped breathing. I could hear my own racing heart in my chest, beating ferociously against my ribs, threatening to burst out of my body. All I could do was utter out a simple "Wh-what?!"

 "I know, but it's life. She or he, whichever, is coming in a few months, and I know you won't like it, but-"

 That was the night I ran away from home. Mind you, I was 6. I was six and I ran away from home. And had a boyfriend. Yeah, I had quite an... eventful childhood.

 Back to Coachella, since that was slightly off topic. Up until this moment, I was pumped to be going to Coachella. But now that I had to bring my little sister, oh, the tables have turned. I was NOT about to bring her. Not in a million years. So I had to make a plan, and quickly.

 That was when I looked back to when I was six. I thought to myself, you know what's a good idea? We should pretend to be sick then run away from home! Yeah!

 I'm not too bright, as you can tell.

 If you don't know what Coachella is, you're in for a treat. And I don't really get why you're reading this, considering the main topic is how horrible it is. Anyhow, Coachella is a music festival taken place from April 12th-14th. It's very huge, and expensive, and quite selective, yet there have been dozens of people who snuck in, but that's a different story entirely. I was at first just going to go to watch some of the other artists, as I had already bought tickets and everything, but being one of the main events was going to be mind-blowing.

 I left the night before Coachella. I left a small note along the lines of "Don't worry, I wasn't kidnapped! I'm just going to Coachella. I'll be back on the 15th. Thanks. Call me if you have questions." and then got the hell outta there. I sat at home the whole day, pretending I was sickly, all internal so my parents didn't know that I was playing hooky. They definitely believed me, as evident by their head-over-heels attitude towards me the entire day. Elloise was extremely unhappy at this news.

 I packed late at night after my parents had gone to bed. I made sure to raid food from the fridge and bring all necessary items, such as my iPhone, and my stuffed cat. Leave me alone, it's special to me!

 I did, though, already have Coachella outfits planned. Remember when I mentioned earlier about already buying tickets? Yeah, I bought some outfits in advance, and let me say;

 They're BOMB.

 I put this all in a drawstring bag and large purse that was safely stashed away in my closet until midnight. I snuck out my window, silently celebrating for my past self for picking a ground level room. I left the note, signed by yours truly, on my bed, then escaped out the window, making sure to shut it. I began trekking away from our large house, and down the road, with GPS on my phone (obviously).

 I planned on making it there at about noon, a total of twelve hours of walking, though that is counting the rests. I did take about an hour nap on a bench, which may not have been the smartest move, but what can I say - I'm quite dumb. 

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