City Lights And Green Eyes.
one word.
10:37 PM.
"Nuh uh miss. I'll have to see your ID first." the huge security guard said. "Well well well." I said. "I'm flattered, really." I threw on a huge smile while I'm at it. "Don't get me fired, miss." he whisper-begged. I knew he wanted to let me in. It's that just there was this guy in a suit behind him. He probably was like, the manager or something. I leaned into him, "Just tell him I'm a celebrity or something. He'll never know." He nodded and let me in. Hah. I guess it worked. I can hear the manager almost screaming and the security guard explaining himself.
Well, I'm finally here, I thought. Suddenly there was a voice, "Hi." It was a 25-26ish year old guy. I'm 19. Ugh. NO. "Bye." I said. Sorta harsh, but yeah. My phone vibrated, "emms whr th heck ru???im in already.findme!" It was a text from my cousin Ashlyn. She was the only one I knew in this city. She probably wanted me to say good stuff about her in front of guys. She aaaaalways wanted to get in with the in crowd.
11:45 PM.
In all honesty its sorta boring here. I know no one. Ugh. I'll just get to the bar and order myself something so I dont look stupid, I thought. "One iced lemon tea." I said. The bartender shrugged, "Let me guess. Straight edge?" he smiled. "Nah. Just not in the mood." I lied. I'm not legal, and I'm new here. I dont wanna get drunk in a place I dont even know. I was staring into the wall full of bottles, and then there was this one word. "Hey." A voice says. He sat beside me. I tried to catch a glimpse, he looks familiar. "I'm Chris." he says. "Emma." I smiled. I looked at him. Cute smile, tall, brownish long hair. Oh what. I just remembered. ITS CHRIS EFFING KAMRADA. I wanted to laugh. Keeping my cool was hard enough already.
"Oh my God." I said. "What?" "You're Chris Kamrada." He looks confused. "Yeah? You know me?" he asked. "You're only like my favourite drummer ever." I smiled. Goof. "Hah." He smiled too. "Soooo." I said. "You're cute." OH MY GOD. WHAT DID I JUST SAY. I cant believe that just came out of my mouth like that. He laughed. "Haha, thanks. You are too." You can guess the expression on my face. Smiling like an idiot. "Lemme guess. Youre new here right? I've never seen you before." he says. I nodded. "You're shy. I like that. Here's my number." What. This is actually happening? "Where's your phone. I'll put my number here." I handed him my phone a second later. "Ok." he smiled. "Okayyy." I smiled bigger. I almost look like Demi Lovato from Camp Rock. "See you round?" :)
"Nuh uh miss. I'll have to see your ID first." the huge security guard said. "Well well well." I said. "I'm flattered, really." I threw on a huge smile while I'm at it. "Don't get me fired, miss." he whisper-begged. I knew he wanted to let me in. It's that just there was this guy in a suit behind him. He probably was like, the manager or something. I leaned into him, "Just tell him I'm a celebrity or something. He'll never know." He nodded and let me in. Hah. I guess it worked. I can hear the manager almost screaming and the security guard explaining himself.
Well, I'm finally here, I thought. Suddenly there was a voice, "Hi." It was a 25-26ish year old guy. I'm 19. Ugh. NO. "Bye." I said. Sorta harsh, but yeah. My phone vibrated, "emms whr th heck ru???im in already.findme!" It was a text from my cousin Ashlyn. She was the only one I knew in this city. She probably wanted me to say good stuff about her in front of guys. She aaaaalways wanted to get in with the in crowd.
11:45 PM.
In all honesty its sorta boring here. I know no one. Ugh. I'll just get to the bar and order myself something so I dont look stupid, I thought. "One iced lemon tea." I said. The bartender shrugged, "Let me guess. Straight edge?" he smiled. "Nah. Just not in the mood." I lied. I'm not legal, and I'm new here. I dont wanna get drunk in a place I dont even know. I was staring into the wall full of bottles, and then there was this one word. "Hey." A voice says. He sat beside me. I tried to catch a glimpse, he looks familiar. "I'm Chris." he says. "Emma." I smiled. I looked at him. Cute smile, tall, brownish long hair. Oh what. I just remembered. ITS CHRIS EFFING KAMRADA. I wanted to laugh. Keeping my cool was hard enough already.
"Oh my God." I said. "What?" "You're Chris Kamrada." He looks confused. "Yeah? You know me?" he asked. "You're only like my favourite drummer ever." I smiled. Goof. "Hah." He smiled too. "Soooo." I said. "You're cute." OH MY GOD. WHAT DID I JUST SAY. I cant believe that just came out of my mouth like that. He laughed. "Haha, thanks. You are too." You can guess the expression on my face. Smiling like an idiot. "Lemme guess. Youre new here right? I've never seen you before." he says. I nodded. "You're shy. I like that. Here's my number." What. This is actually happening? "Where's your phone. I'll put my number here." I handed him my phone a second later. "Ok." he smiled. "Okayyy." I smiled bigger. I almost look like Demi Lovato from Camp Rock. "See you round?" :)
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first story ever! hope you like it. :)