Marilyn's P.O.V.
Since I had so much time to kill, I decided on, instead of going for a run on the beach, going to the gym; it's been a long while since I did a good leg day. And why not use it as a distraction?
Regardless of what I did, last nights events would still rush through my mind every five seconds. I was honestly crushed, I couldn't believe he spoke to me like that. Why was he so angry with me for talking with Matt? If he hadn't spent the whole time talking to Lee I would've spent the entire concert by his side. I just wanted to give him space and let him talk to his friends...
I got up off my bed to change, and walked over to my drawers; I pullout out a bright pink pair of Nike Pro's, a black crop top, a Nike sports bra that matched the shorts, and socks. I was just gonna put my hair in a pony tail with a headband or something, it's not like I had anyone to impress at the gym.
As I looked in my mirror to put my hair up, I noticed how disgusting I looked right now. My chest was blotchy, my eyes were red, and my cheeks were tear stained. Jesus Christ I thought to myself.
I made sure to grab my phone this time, along with some headphones, so I could escape reality for a little while at the gym. After all, I definitely have time to kill. I have several hours to kill. Hell, why not make it a leg and ab day?
Fuck it. Today's gonna be a leg and an ab day.
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Marilyn's P.O.V.
Today was an absolutely productive day at the gym. I felt ten times better than I had before I left. But damn was I gonna be sore tomorrow. Wasn't really looking forward to that, but it was still a really good workout.
I decided to text Matt asking where we were going tonight.
Me: Hey, mind telling me exactly what it is we're doing tonight?
Nicholls: You know The Amity Affliction?
Me: Hell yeah I do! I love them!
Nicholls: They're playing tonight along with Beartooth at the venue we were at last night.
Me: I FUCKING LOVE BEARTOOTH
Nicholls: Good(: then you'll have a bangin time tonight. See you at eight, love
Holy shit. How did I not know both of them were performing tonight? They're two of my favorites (I know I say like every band is my favorite, but I mean come on. They kick ass). And I knew exactly what I was gonna wear.
I have a red plaid shirt that tied above my stomach with rolled up sleeves, black shorts (that were actually boarder line too short but who really cared? It was a concert), white knee high socks, and white converse chucks (you know, the ones with the red and blue stripes that pretty much everyone has).
But right now I had to hop in the shower, I reeked of sweat. But when I got out, I'm gonna flat iron my hair, out on a layer of eyeliner, and mascara. I'd wear my rose tunnels and red lipstick.
I was super stoked for tonight, and I wouldn't wait for Matt to get here and pick me up.
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As soon as I got out of the shower I blew my hair out, put on my clothes, and then flat ironed it. That only took about thirty minutes so I had plenty of time for makeup. After all that was done, it was 7:50, so I had ten minutes until Matt got here with everyone else for the concert.
I grabbed my phone from the dock and took a picture of my outfit in my mirror. That was definitely going on Instagram.
After I posted the picture and scrolled through my feed for a few minutes, I head a car horn outside and assumed it was Matt. So I grabbed my purse, shoved my things in it, and was out the door.
