1. Renee, you can do this. This is the right choice.

"No way," I contain my happiness, but it's too hard.

"Yes way! Renee, your fabulous best friend, got 5sos tickets. VIP TICKETS! But really, why was it so cheap though? I really don't know. But we have this and that's all that matters." Renee says.

I roll my eyes at her self-admiration. "Please," but my mood lightens up a bit upon hearing her other sentences. "But I guess you're right. Wait remember when they said that they will pick a girl to bring on stage and sing to? Oh my gosh, please let it be me. Please. Please. Please!"

"Cal's mine, Luke's yours. BFF Code." Renee strictly instructs, thrusting her fist out.

I stare at her hand until I laugh and reply. "Okay then. Deal."

Then I bump my fist into her own.

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Two hours later, I'm all prepped to go to class and I bring my bag with me, filled with my notebooks and books, and one pocket book if I get bored. I walk down the streets, my backpack slung against both of my shoulders. I see my school in the horizon and I approach it calmly- I'm not intimidated by school. One reason is because I am smart- I mean that's what everyone I know says- and I have a ton of friends, so there's no reason to dislike this place except for tests and a full calendar or schedule.

Once I open the double doors that lead to the main hallway of the school, everything seems to pass by quickly. What part I love the most in school is when I check my locker and there are notes from my friends in the box I placed over the hole.

There are letters and I have time to read them and store my things in my locker before the bell rings.

I rush to my classroom and take one of the middle seats. I don't like staying at the back or at the front simply because when you're at the back, you're too far away from the board and the teacher's voice is barely audible if the teacher doesn't have a loud one but if you're at the front, it's too near that it's already dizzying.

Everything flies by so quickly that I don't notice that the dismissal bell has already rung. I go down the main hallway again, pack my stuff and then I start walking towards the apartment hat I share with Renee.

I am still excited for the concert though, I can't get it off my mind no matter how hard I try. It's like I have this super long adrenaline rush that I can't seem to get rid of. I mean, I act calm on the outside, but inside, I have been internally screaming from the moment Renee burst through the door with her life-changing news.

I am just walking down the road, and what occupies my thoughts beside the 5SOS concert is the fact that it's so cold even if I already have a sweater.

I see something white sailing through the wind and I am able to catch it. Stapled together are two pieces of paper, one laminated, the other one isn't.

Imprinted on the first one is:

"5 SECONDS OF SUMMER LIVE IN LA

SEPTEMBER 30, 2014

7:00 PM

L.A. ARENA (a/n don't search that I just made it up, Idk if it's real or nah)

VIP - ROW 1- SEAT 19, MIDDLE"

I gasp because I have row 39 tickets. And I'm going to stay on the far left.

But the laminated paper if literally making me go wild, you don't have a single clue.

"BACKSTAGE & ALL ACCESS PASS

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER LIVE IN LA"

Internally screaming even more than before, I break in a sprint towards my home.

I push the door open and then I scream her name.

"RENEE THERESE SMITH GO AND GET YOURSELF DOWN RIGHT NOW AT THIS INSTANT!" I shout at the top of my lungs.

A series of dragged footsteps follow after my demanding order, and I soon see a groggy Renee that looks like she just slept stare at me with her death glare.

"Nuh-uh Renee, I don't think you'll be mad at me after you see this."

And that's how I show her the two attached papers.

Suddenly her ear-piercing scream fills the room and she starts jumping up and down and I join her soon enough that we are holding hands and jumping in a circle and screaming together while intensely fangirling.

How on earth do our neighbors survive us?

We literally scream 24/7!

We scream about books, about fanfics, about getting noticed, about bands, about how many followers we have, about the tweets of bands, about announcements of books and bands, about characters, literally about EVERYTHING.

I mean, being a fangirl isn't easy, it's actually so challenging because it takes us so much energy.

Here is a short list.

1. Energy consuming (as shown above)

2. Time consuming (when you take so much time obsessing or reading)

3. It gives emotional pain (when something happens to someone)

4. It gives physical pain (when someone throws the book at you)

5. It makes you lose your voice (if you lose it easily because of screaming)

"Wait a second," I break the screaming session.

"Who's going to use these?"

And there's a glint in her eye that I cannot determine, it's almost like she feels sad for herself, or she's unsure. It's changing every second, and I am so confused. She presses her lips into a thin line and I hear her mutter to herself a few words.

"Renee, you can do this. This is the right choice."

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Author's Note

Woohoo! 952 words in one chapter, that is the longest that i've ever written and omg, this is two pages long omg im so proud of myself. Well go tell me what you think below haha. :)