stabs my eyes out bc gif
we goin to waRPED TOUR THOUGH mclahey *celebration emojis* im gonna PEE
qotc: have u ever been to a concert?? if so, what band(s) did you see?
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Our master plan was scheduled for the following Friday after meeting up at the coffee shop ((that wasn't starbucks)) ((fuk u all))
We hoped that it would go something like this:
Ashton, Natalia, and I get to the restaurant and order appetizers and drinks or something. This depended on how long it took for me to drive there, Eventually, Luke would enter.
(I warned Ashton ahead of time that I might be late because of traffic, but in all honesty it would probably be because of me taking forever to perfect my makeup)
If Luke tries to make a run for it, Ashton will chase him down.
If he sits down, then..
We didn't get that far. We figured that we could just improvise, which was probably a very bad idea, considering the fact that I was one of the worst people in the world at improvising.
Okay, our plan might not have been very solid, but as long as Luke didn't see me and immediately leave, the plan would be a success.
But I wasn't too confident after what happened with the last "plan" that I made.
Friday night came way too quickly. Usually when you have a big event that you're waiting for, it drags along, but this was the opposite.
k: ASHTON I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WEAR
a: I'm wearing skinny jeans and a t shirt lol
k: i'm not surprised
k: guys can wear jeans and a t shirt literally ANYWHERE
k: you're no help
I set my phone down and stared at my two outfit choices that I laid out on the floor of my bedroom.
The first option was a nice sweater and boots with leggings, but I ended up choosing my second option, which was a long sleeved dress and somewhat casual heels.
I opened up my bag of makeup and puffed out my cheeks out. I already had mascara and a bit of powder foundation on from the school day.
I was pretty good at makeup (if I do say so myself), but I had no idea what to do. And I couldn't text Chloe, so I went to the other person who morphed into my best friend over the last few weeks.
"Evan!" I yelled, knocking on his bedroom door.
"Ugh, what?!" He called back. In a few seconds, he opened his door and looked at my dress. "Are you going on a date with Ashton? I told you he wa-"
"No!" I groaned, and he quickly shut up. "I'm going on a- well, I'm trying to go on a date with Luke."
Evan was about to question me but I just shook my head as if I was saying "trust me, I don't know either."
"So?" he asked.
"So, I don't know what kind of makeup to wear." I shrugged. He laughed and I rolled my eyes. "I'm being serious!"
He thought for a while before answering.
"I think you should just go without makeup, like you are right now." He answered.
"No makeup? Seriously?" I pointed to my lashes that were obviously coated with mascara and he looked confused. "You're hopeless."
I went back into my room, sat at my desk, and looked at myself in the mirror that I had. My hand reached for my phone to text Chloe, but I had to remind myself that I couldn't.
I got through it without her, though.
It took about an hour, but by the time I was finished, my eyeliner wings were flawless. I even took a bunch of high definition pictures of them(as high definition as my iPhone's camera could get) and might have temporarily blinded myself while doing so.
It was around 5pm when I was completely ready, which meant it was time for me to get on the road.
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I was very glad that I wore what I did instead of the sweater and leggings. After all, it was a Friday night in LA.
My heels tapped on the floor of the nice restaurant. It didn't take me long until I spotted Ashton and Natalia sitting next to each other at a booth table.
She looked beautiful. Her curly brown hair styled to the side and she was wearing a blue dress that made her green eyes stand out.
And she didn't look hungover like the last time I saw her.
They looked very happy together.
So did Luke and I, but..
"Hey." I said when I approached the table. "Nice to see you again, Natalia."
"You can call me Al." she said with a smirk. I nodded.
"Well, you can call me Kris, then."
"Luke is gonna be here in like, five minutes." Ashton said after checking his phone.
"Five?" I confirmed and he nodded. I let out a sigh. I was super nervous. I sat on the empty side of the booth and began to mess with my hands and engaged in small talk with Al.
A few minutes passed and a waiter brought over a big plate of different kinds of bread and cheeses.
"The appetizers came before Luke. So far it's going according to plan." Ashton said, shrugging. I let out a nervous laugh.
The cheese was amazing. I was eating yet another piece of bread when I saw Ashton perk up.
I furrowed my eyebrows, my mouth full of bread, and turned my attention to whatever Ashton was looking at.
Luke.
He was standing a few feet away from the edge of his table, looking at me with his lips pursed in a straight line.
I inhaled deeply when I saw his blue eyes, making a piece of bread go down weird.
I began coughing, making many people's heads turn to our table.
Luckily, the piece of bread soon went down correctly, leaving us to an awkward silence.
"You okay?" Ashton asked, and my head sharply turned to see him.
"Great!" I quickly replied. Since I looked away from Luke, I didn't want to look back at him.
"So..." Ashton interrupted the silence. "This bread is pretty good."
"This bread is amazing." Al chimed in.
I could hear Luke sigh, and then I felt him sit beside me. I moved as close to the wall as I could, still not wanting to look his way again.
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