"Y/bff/n, pleaseeee." Y/n whined to her best friend.
"Y/n, the show's in five hours. We do not need to get there incredibly early for so many reasons. First of all, we have VIP, second you're gonna be backstage half of the time." Y/bff/n said trying to reason with the very impatient girl.
"But I want to see him now."
"Fine Y/n, let's fucking go." She rolled her eyes and grabbed her car keys as her roommate squealed.
"Finally!"
Within an hour, the girls arrived at the Tabernacle for the PRETTYMUCH show. Y/n was so excited she forgot to text her man.
"Before we go any closer, did you text him?" Y/bff/n asked, making the girl's eyes pop out of their sockets.
"Shit!"
Y/n's POV
Y/n
Hey, we're outside can we come in?
Babe
Yeah, we are finishing up the meet n greet, so you guys can chill backstage
Y/n
Thank youuuu
Babe
Your welcome baby
"We're good." I smiled walking up to Y/bff/n.
"Y/n I don't think you thought this out very well." She sighed.
"And why is that exactly?"
"There are fans lined up past the building, you and Z aren't exactly public and what do you think is going to happen when we walk past them?" Damnit.
"Um security knows us from last night, so let's hope they'll help us."
Third POV
Thankfully security did remember the girls from the night before and was more than welcome to escort them backstage.
Y/n: BITCH I WISH THAT HAPPENED. Tell the real story.
Sadly, what really happened was security did recognize them, but by the time they could get them through dozens of fans had recognized them as well and well let's just say they had lots of questions.
By the time they made it backstage, Kenzi had already gone on onstage and was halfway through her performance.
"What took y'all so long?" Nick asked, opening the door for them.
"You're fans had a lot to say. Let's just end it at that. Now where's my baby." Y/n sighed.
"Can someone tell me why I just got tagged in a video of Y/n and a fan fighting." All eyes in the room went to the girl.
"Y/bff/n, I told you not to record it!" She huffed.
"I couldn't help it, you literally told me in 9th grade to record every fight you get in and win. So I was just doing what you said." The Haitian chuckled.
Y/n shook her head. "The one time you actually listen to me."
"Are you gonna explain to me how you go into another fight with one of our fans?" Z asked walking up to her.
"First of all, she wasn't a fan. She was this girl that used to go to our high school. Second, I came here to see you do what you love and you ain't even gonna give me any affection. Gotta love being your girlfriend."
"Baby, I'm sorry I just was worried about you. I have one last question." He pouted. "What's up?"
"Did you take your meds this morning?" Y/n chuckled then smirked.
"Which ones are you referring to?"
"All of them." He whispered.
"Then yes, I took all of them."
"Are we missing something?" Brandon asked.
"I would explain what they're saying, but I don't want to." Y/bff/n snickered walking over to the couch.
"No.... tell me." B dragged, pulling on her arm.
"B come on, let me go, I've been standing for hours." She groaned.
"Give me a kiss and I will." He smirked.
"For the thousandth time. You. Have. A. Girlfriend!"
"That hasn't stopped me before." He cheesed.
While everyone was in their own convos no one realized Z and Y/n had left the room.
"Time to go on- WHERE'S THE TALL ONE?" Chris, their tour manager exclaimed. Everyone finally looked around and saw that he was gone.
"Where's Y/n?" Edwin asked.
This isn't going to end well.
Author's Note: Sooooo it's been a while. Also its 4:26 in the morning, pray for my sleep schedule.
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