[PART SEVEN]; Heels and Cameras.

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We arrived home. Both of us exhausted and ready to collapse in a heap. Abbey and I needed the rest, tomorrow was going to be a big day and neither of us were ready. Abbey's Mother was a wonderful woman and prepared Noki for us to eat for dinner and it was absolutely delicious. At around eight that night we decided to head to bed, it had been a long day and Abbey had said some things I knew she regretted. 

The next morning, Abbey and I woke up and got ready to go out, putting on our wigs makeup and outfits we had planned the day earlier. We looked fantastic and we were ready to head out. 

"Maybe we are meant to be..." I thought as Abbey helped me apply my fake eyelashes for the fifth time as they kept falling off. I liked it when we got along like this. Once we were done, we got into her families Jeep and drove off into the city. In the car, we danced to Slipknot, My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the disco and of course Twenty One Pilots. Although we hated to admit it the both of us were massive emo's at heart.

We got to the event and the both of us were overwhelmed with everything around us. There were people everywhere and all of them where just like us. Weather they flew an LGBTQ+ flag over their heads or they were dressed in full cosplay attire, this was home. As we entered the building I began to become increasingly anxious. I had never been good in large groups of people but I knew these people where just like me and that I'd be fine. 

The two of us walked around for a few hours meeting people, taking photos with people and meeting new friends. I began to feel tired and I told Abbey I was going to sit down for a while whilst I regained my energy and that she didn't need to come with me and she could keep walking and I'd text her when I wanted to meet up again. Although I knew Abbey wanted to keep walking she decided to sit next to me anyway. I was sweating and breathing heavily, I had lung and heart issues and I knew my body needed a break.

"Hurry up! I want to keep going!" Abbey was wailing in protest.

"Go, I'll catch up with you when I'm ready, okay?" I responded, but once again Abbey refused to leave without me and dragged me out of my seat to follow her around the event for the rest of the day.

I tried to sit down a few more times but Abbey wouldn't let me, it was the same argument between us over and over again and eventually I gave up and walked around miserably for the rest of the day. 

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