It was one of "those" day. It wasn't too great but it wasn’t particularly bad either. It was a "meh" day.
I had spent the whole day wishing for something exciting to happen like 5 Seconds of Summer to appear at my door or a magical unicorn with Nutella to appear but so far I had none.
"Lily can you go get the mail?" Mum shouted from the kitchen. She had the horrible idea of trying to cook completely food that was out of her limit. All that had come out of her newfound love for cooking was a horrible smell that surrounded the kitchen.
"What is it this time?" I asked as I walked to the kitchen.
"Oh just a...thingy. It's French...umm....coq au vin. It's for dinner tonight," mum smiled.
I just gulped and wondered what take-out food we would be getting tonight once her "coq au vin" failed.
"Now mail please," she smiled brightly at me.
I walked out of the kitchen eyeing her suspiciously. What was she planning?
Before I walked outside I checked that no pesky neighbours were around. Having a conversation about knitted sweaters with an old lady that thought 5SOS was an Indian sauce wasn't what exactly wanted to do on a "meh day" or any day.
Once I was certain the cost was clear I sprinted to the mailbox and grabbed the mail before running back to the safety of my house. As I went to close the door I saw Mrs Tobinkot shake her head at me and say something. Probably "troubled child" or "spends too much time on her ibox thingy." She didn't like me at all.
I grabbed at the bills putting them at the end of the pile before storing through the rest of the mail.
"Mum, mum, dad, mum, no idea, mum, da-" I stopped short and looked at the letter beforehand. "Lily? Since when do I get mail? My merchandise always comes in packages."
I ran to mum and asked her but she just chuckled and told me to read it.
I eyed the letter before tearing open the top. It wasn't a letter inside in fact it wasn't even paper. It seemed like they were some tickets of some kind.I carefully pulled the tickets out of the envelope and turned them over. The tickets read ‘PRESENTING 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER’ but tickets to 5sos? I don’t remember getting tickets even though I asked MANY times. “Mum.. this better not be some sick that you are trying to pull, sending me ‘real’ tickets to 5sos with a ticketek stamp and-” I cut myself short as soon as I realized the truth. My parents got me 5sos tickets. I turned to mum shocked,
"D-d-did...b-b-but.....h-how?" I eventually stuttered out.
“Your father and I knew how much you wanted to go see 5 Seconds Of Summer and we thought that it would be a bit of a treat for you and a friend.”
I gasped. I was silent for about a minute before I realise what was happening. I started squealing, screaming and jumping in joy. I think I ended up deafening my whole neighbourhood but who cares I just got 5sos tickets! That’s a good enough reason except I’ll have to explain if someone ends up calling the cops...
"Can I go call Jess and ask?"
Mum laughed, "I knew you would choose her."
I smiled and ran up to my room still squeaking with joy.
"JESS! JESS? GUESS WHAT? WE'RE GOING TO A 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER CONCERT!!!"
Jess and I talked all night long about what we would wear and what we would do if we meet 5SOS.
