Catch Me

Ch. 16

Coraly's pov

Happiness is something I truly have never felt. All my love it's been fear, pain, and hurt. This is the first time I've ever felt happiness and it's an amazing emotion. I know this emotion won't last forever, but it's here now and in just going to enjoy it.

"Misterwives were amazing." Zoey points out.

"I love them. I've always wanted to see them in concert but when I got into them, they just finished a tour." I say.

"What's your favorite song?" She asks.

"Hurricane." I admit.

"Mines such a cliché answer but Reflections is my favorite." She chuckles.

"It's a bop." I say.

"I wish they had more recognition. Everyone knows Reflections, but kinda forgot about the band." She frowns.

"Yeah, I know. Hopefully with opening for the boys they'll gain some fans in the clique." I say.

"I hope." She says.

And then it was time for the band we all are here for, twenty one pilots. Is my heart racing inside my chest due to my excitement? Yes.

*time skip*

When the concert finishes I am in tears of sheer happiness. It was amazing, this is amazing, they are amazing.

"Can I have your number?" Zoey asks.

Oh my god she wants my number. Am I really that cool? Keep chill Cora, keep chill.

"Yeah of course, text me yours?" I ask.

She laughs, "Of course."

She hands me her unlocked phone and I quickly type my name into her phone and then my number. I double check my number not wanting to fuck this up and give her a wrong number.

"Here ya go." I say and she looks down and I feel my phone ding with a random number but a text of Zoey.

I quickly add the number to my contacts and put her contact as Zoey ||-//.

"Well I gotta get going. My moms going to loose her shit if I don't walk out of the arena I promised because I'm quote "irresponsible."' She says.

"Oh no I totally understand. Just don't forget the confetti." I chuckle.

"Oh my god! I nearly forgot the confetti!" She gasps.

I take my phone case off and put as much as I can in the back of my phone then add my phone back in.

"Well I gotta go too, but like text me or dm me or whatever. It'll probably be easier if you text though because the amount of stupid dms I have flood my account is honestly ridiculous." I say.

"Will keep that in mind." She chuckles.

I look down at my phone to see no nagging texts from Debby, like I'd have from Demi, Dianna, Or Eddie. So making sure to keep my word I meet her in the dressing room. When I walk in, Misterwives, Tyler, Josh, Debby, and Jenna are in the room.

"Oh my gosh! You're Coraly?! I saw you at barricade and was focused on you literally the whole time! You and the girl beside you were the only ones who knew literally every lyric to our songs!" Mandy says with excitement.

Too excited and with so much in my head, I'm unable to find the words to speak, "Too much to process in a single night?" Jenna chuckles.

I give a small nod before sitting on the tiny couch between her and Debby since that's all that's left to sit.

"Did you make a friend? I think you made a friend." Josh says.

I shake my head, "I knew her from twitter. She'd always reply and we'd have a small conversation on twitter. She knew who I was from Twitter and once she told me her user I finally remembered who she was. So I got her number after the show since I get spammed in DM too much to be able to see the ones I want." I say.

"Awwww that's cute." Jenna says.

She's cute.

"String Cheese, how did I do?" Tyler asks.

"Amazing. My mind can't English right now." I say.

"String Cheese?" Jesse asks.

"Her twitter name is String Cheese so she shall be referred to as String Cheese." Tyler says.

"Why String Cheese?" Mady laughs.

"It was 2 am when I decided to embark on the journey of bleaching my hair. My natural hair is jet black and I knew it would be a few bleached before I got it light enough to color. So I bleached it once and it was orange as I expected. I washed it and blow dried it and decided to bleach it again. It was yellow and I washed it and dried it again. Now this is where I should've had self control and stopped, but naw. I bleached it yet again and when I washed it and dried it, it looked like strong cheese. So I go ahead and put the red in and now my hair looked liked sting cheese dipped into ketchup. It was awful. I like to make a meme of myself so I took a photo with my bleached hair and used it as my profile picture then changed my name to String Cheese. I could take the name off my twitter account, but when I decide to make impulsive decisions it helps me decide if I want to end up as String cheese 2.0 or not." I explain.

"Yikes, 3 bleach baths in a single day?" Josh asks.

"I knew to stop, but I'm impatient and I wanted red hair not orange. Soooo I made the decision to bleach again and risk it. My hair wasn't even hurt yet so I figured one more bleach couldn't hurt and I was wrong." I say.

"So when did you dye it back to black?" He asks.

"Probably a month later? I was extremely disappointed I did it." I say.

"It looks great String Cheese, don't sell yourself short." Tyler says.

"Thank you." I laugh.

We don't stay in the dressing room for much longer before the decision was made to get on the bus. I shower first since, I don't know. I was just told to shower first.

"It looks like someone's exhausted." Jenna says.

"It was the algebra 1." I joke.

"Not so sure I believe that." She says pushing my hair out of my face.

On natural instinct, I flinch and jump back. She looks a bit taken back and embarrassment hits me hard.

"I'm sorry, I just usually don't get touched unless it's to be hurt. My mind automatically assumes I'll be hurt and I flinch. Sort of natural instinct." I say.

"No, it's alright, don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong hun." She says sincerely.

Why are they so nice? How are they so nice? I've never met such nice people before. Or this nice of people at least. This truly blows my mind.