(Bella's Point of view)
I stared down at my phone, waiting for my mum to respond to my message.
(M=Mom B=Bella)
B: Are you picking me up after school then? Im so excited to see brendon!
M: Yes, i will drop you off in london and then you can go to the concert.
B: Ah! Im so excited, do you have my Bi flag?
M: Yes, dont worry, i wont forget i thing. Remember, you go to Aunt Nicola's house after the concert has ended.
B: I know.
The bell rings, indicating we must go back to class. I slide my phone back into my pocket and dash back to Chemistry.
After School:
I see my mum waiting in our car with our dog, Floof. Floof jumps up at the sight of me and my mum tells me to get in. We set off from school. It was silent in the car until my Mother speaks up.
M: So, how was your day?
B: It was amazing! We made clay structures in art and we mixed stuff in chemistry. It was really fun.
M: Thats cool!
B: Yeah it wa-
I suddenly stop talking as a car pulls up next to us at a traffic light. A girl was in the back with airpods in, a dan and phil hat, pansexual flag and a P!ATD Hoodie.
Sophie's POV:
I sat in the car, my father was driving and i was listening to P!ATD. All of a sudden a red car appears next to us, inside a girl with purple hair stared at me. She had a bisexual flag wrapped around her neck, a P!ATD hoodie on and wireless headphones. We stared at each other until the light turned green. Our car took a right and theirs a left.
(S: Sophie D=dad)
D= What were you looking at?
S= Nothing, they just had... a nice car.
D= If you say so, do you think they might be going to see Pancake At the disco as well?
S= Maybe, i dont really kn- Wait what did you call them?
D= Pancake At The Disco!
We started laughing as my father continued on telling jokes.
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