I'm Not Her

Chapter 32: I'm Not Freaking Out...Ish

"I-I...Little Mix," Kylie stammered. 

"Quite a friend you've got there," Perrie chuckled. "So I heard you met some new guy in California. He's pretty cute. I've always had a thing for guys with green eyes."

"Yeah, Carter," I said, "he's a co-star of mine. Maybe if you come down to LA anytime, I'll introduce you to him. He's a sweetie."

"Oh look, she's blushing!" Leigh-Anne giggled, poking my cheek with her index finger. 

"Our concert is about to start, but we shoud really go out to eat afterwards. I need some sister on sister time before you go down to South Shields and then leave the country. Again. I really wish I could go down to South Shields with you though. The tour is kinda in the way though," Perrie sighed, "but I know we'll be together by Christmas or something. That's for sure."

"Hurry up Perrie!" Jesy called. "We're about to go on!"

"See ya later!" Perrie grinned and jogged over to where Jesy stood.

"I just met Little Mix," Kylie gasped, "I've met One Direction. I've met Little Mix. If I meet Ed Sheeran or Cher Lloyd, I'll die. Like, you'll be at my funeral laughing at how much I fangirl."

"I wouldn't laugh at your funeral," I rolled my eyes, "I'd laugh a week later."

"Oh you're such a great friend," Kylie sarcastically said, "now shut up. They're playing their first song. Oh my god- It's DNA. Holy fudge that's my ringtone!"

"Ha- Wings is my ringtone," I commented. 

Kylie sang along to every single song. She had every song memoried- as did I, but it was kind of a requirement as the twin sister of one of the members of the band. I joined in with Kylie, not wanting to be the awkward girl standing next to her doing nothing. What was the spirit in that?

They finished up the concert, coming backstage where Kylie was literally about to scream of happiness. Sweat beaded their foreheads and all four of them were slightly panting. Perrie collapsed onto the ground next to my feet and leaned her head against my jeans.

"I. Am. Exhausted," Perrie wheezed.

"Pez," I groaned, calling her my her nickname, "I just washed these jeans. You're getting your nasty sweat all over them."

Perrie stood up and rolled her eyes. "Always lazy about doing your laundrey eh?"

"Maybe."

"Let me go change into something more comfortable. I'll be right back and the six of us can go grab something to eat- and no, not McDonald's Pen," Perrie said and then disappeared along with Jade, Jesy, and Leigh-Anne.

"They were amazing," Kylie said, "thank you so much for taking me. I think I died. Ahhh!"

Perrie appeared back again, but without the rest of her bandmates. "The rest of them were tired," Perrie shrugged, "but I'm still up for dinner. How bout you?"

She changed out of her sweaty clothes and into something more comfortable, in her terms not mine. Her comfortable appeared to be a cropped top, a pair of high waisted shorts, and high tops. My comfortable was a large sweatshirt, sweatpants, and flip flops.

Kylie looked slightly disappointed that the others weren't tagging along, but as Perrie shot her a nice smile, Kylie perked up once more.

"Where should we go?" Kylie asked.

"Perrie knows London a whole lot better than me so she should choose," I said. 

"We can go to this sushi bar- it just opened a week ago or something. It's only like eleven, I'm sure they close around midnight or something."