We were on our way to the Staples Center. Roxanne isn't gonna come to the concert tonight cause she has a date with Brandon. Everyone else was still coming though. My hands were legit shaking by now. I was so nervous. Zoe kept holding my hand cause she can see how nervous I am. When we got there, I saw Kenny standing outside the arena. I hugged him and he ushered us backstage. When we entered I saw Alfredo. He was sitting on a stool doing something with his camera. As usual. Alfredo Flores is one of Drew's best friends and he's also a director. He's really good.
"Yo Fredo!" I said as I saw him. He looked and immediately smiled. He got up to hug me.
"Yo Makaela! How you been?"
"Real good, thanks! I miss you!"
"Miss you too. Haven't seen you in like forever!"
"Yeah! Anyways, you nervous? I know it's your first gig and all"
"Oh my god. Fredo I'm so freakin' nervous I think I'll pass out!" he just laughed and patted me on the back as he said, "You'll do great!"
"That's what I've been telling her!" exclaimed Zoe,
"Zoe, how are you?" said Alfredo as he hugged her.
"I'm good" she said smiling. I saw Drew waving at me as he opened what I assumed was his dressing room. I waved goodbye to Fredo and Zoe stayed behind as she winked at me. What did she mean by that? When I got to his dressing room I knocked on the door and he let me in. I hugged him as he said, "I honestly thought you'd bail!"
"I couldn't. You kept texting me the whole day!" I said rolling my eyes. He just smiled sheepishly in response. He suddenly took off his pants. I blushed a deep shade of red as I looked away.
"You could've warned me!"
"What? Aww, are you embarrassed? I'm wearing boxers Makaela!" he said as he was laughing. I look for the nearest thing to me and it happened to be his cap. I threw it at him.
"You can look now" he told me bemusedly. I turned around slowly scared that he might still be half naked. When I saw that he was wearing sweats I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. He took off his shirt and I don't know what came over me but I just couldn't stop looking away from his chest and abs.
"Stop drooling Makaela" he said bemusedly.
"I wasn't drooling!" I said as I forced my eyes to look away from him a I discreetly tried to check for drool.
"Ahaa, sure you weren't" he said smirking. I'm pretty sure I was a deep shade of red by now. Instead I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing skinny jeans and a black tank top. I should've gotten a hoodie or something. Drew was wearing blue skinny jeans that were slung really low, as usual, and a black t-shirt.
"Hey, do you have that grey hoodie here?" I asked him as I looked around the room.
"Yeah, why?" he asked as he looked in the mirror fixing his hair and then put on his black hoodie. I noticed his boxers showing.
"Pull your pants up Drew!" I said sternly. He just laughed and he lifted the bottom of his tee and hoodie to show me just how low his jeans really were. I rolled my eyes and muttered 'immature'. Just then I noticed that we were matching.
"Drew, why are we matching?" I asked curiously. He looked at me with confused expression and then realization dawned on his features.
"I didn't even notice!" he said with a wide smile.
"Pffft, sure you didn't!" I said while rolling my eyes.
"I really didn't!" he said chuckling. "So about that grey hoodie, yeah I have it hung over there" he said pointing to one of the racks. I got up and grabbed the hoodie. I put it on and zipped it up halfway. It was kinda baggy, but I liked it that way.
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Makaela Peters is a 17 year old girl. She lost everything that mattered to her when she was 11. Her passion is music. Her mom is the one who always support her. She took her to learn how to play the piano and the guitar. She's considered beautiful b...