~ Coachella [A Dolan Twins Fanfiction] ~

~ Chapter Dos [2] ~

a/n : nothing much for warnings in this chapter! feel free to play the music as you read :)

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 I'm sure my parents had seen my note by 8 am. They always woke up early and insisted on getting everyone else up in the entire house without any remorse of their actions. Sometimes it was needed, but sometimes, why couldn't they just let me sleep in?!

 I didn't go straight to Coachella. I went to the hotel I was staying in, first. It was more convenient, and I could drop off my stuff and get changed without being seen in these shitty clothes. It was about one pm when I got to the hotel, which was a little past my expected time but oh well. My hair was ratted, I was dehydrated, hungry, and on the verge of passing out from exhaustion - but you gotta do what you gotta do. I immediately threw my bags on my bed, ran to the bathroom, ripped off my clothes and took a steaming hot shower, which was one of the best things ever.

 I put on the clothes I had picked out. I hadn't had to perform until the next day, so I could go all out with this outfit. I curled my long, brunette hair in waves, applied makeup with a light hand so I looked stunning yet still slightly natural. My outfit consisted of a sheer, black crop top with long sleeves, so I wore a black sexy bralette underneath with a small bit of lace adorning it. I put on a pair of high waisted jean shorts that had a dark wash and ripped slightly at every edge, but it was still adorable. I added a pair of gorgeous matte black combat boots with a heel and silver buckles to pull the outfit together. Lastly, a few silver bangles and a pair of hoop earrings and I was prepared for my Coachella night (after, of course, putting on some sunscreen - it's vital, people!).

 I brought my small purse, phone, and a water bottle that was going to (hopefully) keep my hydrated throughout the day. I walked out of that hotel feeling absolutely amazing, sexy, and all out just awesome with who I was, for once.

And yes, it did feel good to feel valued. My first day at Coachella was overall pleasant. I met a fair few fans who wanted to take pictures, and a lot of people were really nice to me, which was a change from what I was used to. I ate at a lunch place on my own since I couldn't find anyone in particular that I knew and it didn't seem like there was anyone who was willing to hang out with me, which was sad but I was sorta used to it. I spent a lot of time thinking about my parents, even contemplating calling them but that was now smart, considering they would most likely scream at me over the phone. Might as well just put off the screaming until I get home. I kept to myself, mostly, watching the performances, sitting on my phone and meeting fans. Extremely fun to do. But it all came crashing down the second day.

I walked in with a new outfit on, which was a little more... Out in the open for me. I had black lace leggings on which revealed EVERYTHING with a pair of very high cut booty shorts on over them. A red flannel was wrapped around my waist and I had a simple black tank top on to keep eyes on the prize. I had my hair up in two space buns, and silver bangles hung loosely from my wrist. A choker lined my neck and I had put on a sexy red eyeshadow look with glitter as a highlighter-a classic for Coachella. Today I had to perform, and oh was there some... competition.

I didn't feel as scared as my first day. I knew what to expect, and I felt like people had been sort of waiting for the second day when there would be some bigger artists on stage. For example - me.

I decided that I was going to find at least one person I knew, whether that be an artist or celebrity, and attempt to stick to their side or at least speak to them. I had a pass to the VIP section of Coachella, which was nice. I assumed a lot of the larger singers would be sitting in there, or preparing for their show.

After wandering around for a while, a few fans came up to me. Two girls and guy, all looking extremely excited. "Will you take a picture with us?!" The youngest, a girl around 10 or so, asks in a slightly high pitched voice. I internally cringe but smile along and the man, who I assume is in his early thirties, takes a picture of us in front of the large Ferris wheel. I hug the small girl, finding out her name is Grace, and the slightly older sister is 15 and named Alicia. They chatter at me for a minute longer and I pretend to be interested, but mentally I'm in a different place, thinking of something. Or rather, someone.

"Well it was nice meeting you, but I have to go." I smile sweetly, trying to let them off easy. They look temporarily hurt for a moment, but it's replaced by a large grin.

"Thank you so much, Remi!" I give the younger girl one last hug then wave, walking into a crowd of people. It's awkward meeting up with fans a second time, and I was willing to distance myself just for now.

I accidentally bump into a large body, and stumble backward, falling into the grass. I feel slightly dizzy, probably something in the air or hitting my head hard against the ground. Oops.

"Oh shit! Are you alright?!" I open my eyes and look up to be met with dark brown eyes. A sweet man stares at me, a hand extended for me. I take it, being pulled up onto my feet.

"That was... strange." I mutter, patting the dirt off my outfit. I look at this man. He's familiar.

"Who are you?" He asks, his voice low with character.

"I'm Remington Paris. One of the performing artists. And, who may you be, if I can ask?"

The man's eyes make their way down my body, and I don't enjoy it. Something creepy is making me feel like running as far away as I can get.

"My name is Alexander White." He introduces. I suddenly sprint as far away as I can get, towards the only safe place I feel, which is by the stage. There's a huge crowd of people watching some band perform, and I go through the back of the group, making my way as close to the middle as I can without people getting pissed off at me.

"Hey, who do you think you are?!" One person says, pushing me against another person, who shouldered me into another, then another, and another... I felt tears stinging the edges of my eyes as I was shoved completely out of my safety zone. I frantically looked around for Alex, but he was nowhere near... whew. I ran to the VIP area and found the nearest person, which happened to be a certain artist named Billie Eilish. She was chatting with another person, whom I recognized as Khalid. I remember them doing a single together, and wonder if they'll perform on stage. I take a huge breath and lean against the wall by them. 

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this wasn't really a cliffhanger but it makes you think... what am I going to add in the next chapter? even I don't know... until I write it. okay, love y'all! i'll write more tonight and publish whenever I can :)