"liv get the fuck up you lazy bitch!" i heard in my ear as i was sleeping peacefully in my bed. i groaned and rolled over to see the face of my bestfriend, camila, hovering over me.
"whyy?" i said turning over and shoving a pillow over my head, "leave me aloneee"
"i have good news, its 1 pm why are you in bed anyway?!" she said ripping the pillow off of my head.
i sat up and looked at her, i was pissed, "this better be fricken good." i said emphasizing the 'fricken.'
"okay so you know the cute boys that i like on instagram?" she asked.
"joey and charlie?" i nodded and rolled my eyes.
"charles." she corrected me.
"same shit." i said putting my hair up into a messy bun.
"well theyre coming to new york july 28, and were going." she said.
"camila thats next weekend! i am not spending money on two fuckboys that i dont even like that much, thats so cringe." shes so extra. they dont even know her.
"come on liv i dont wanna go by myself, its 40 dollars and well leave right after, please?" she begged, her dark brown eyes pleading for an answer.
"fine." i rolled my eyes. "does that mean i get to sleep??"
"thank you!" she squealed and ran downstairs, probably eating.
i got back under the covers and looked at my phone, i should probably look up these boys, i lowkey forget what they looked like. i typed in 'charl' on the search bar and 'charlesgitnick' appeared, first thing. i clicked on it and a blonde haired boy popped up on my screen. he looks snobby and annoying.
i forgot the other ones name and i was too tired to care so i put my phone on my dresser and went back to sleep.
the next morning i walked downstairs and camila was laying on the couch watching disney channel on my tv.
"you really are an 8 year old." i giggled.
"wow, sleeping beauty is up!" she said in a sarcastic tone.
"sooo i found your credit card and bought your ticket off of it." she smiled. i guess they somehow make her happy.
"look camila i dont understand how these BOYS make you happy! youre going into junior year, youre 16! why are you so obsessed?!" i sighed and plopped down on the couch.
"their so hot liv, thats why!" she hissed.
"i looked up charlie and hes not cute." i said raising my eyebrows.
"charles. and did you look at joey?" she asked
i ignored the fact that she corrected me and focused on the second question, "no i forgot his name." i shrugged.
"here, RAW just posted this youtube video of him, watch it." she said handing me her phone.
i watched the video and he was cute, but we dont even know him, he could be an entire douchebag. i handed back her phone, "yeah hes more attractive then charlie but we dont really know him, he could be a rapist." i said trying to have a serious face.
"charles and does he looks like a rapist?" she said getting defensive. "hes a virgin."
i bursted out in laughed, "you really believe that?!" i held my chest and sighed, "how old is he?"
"16." she said, wow she does know everything about them.
"camila, hes a hot, famous, 16 year old, hes not a virgin!" i chuckled.
"whatever." she shrugged. "you just called him hot."
i rolled my eyes, "lets go to ihop."
"ihob." she corrected.
"i refuse to call it ihob." i giggled.
we got in my car and it took about 10 minutes until we arrived at ihop, ihob, whatever you wanna call it.
"so what time does this event start?" i asked.
"1 pm but we have to get there early." she said.
"why?" i asked.
"theyre already here, i think theyre in brooklyn right now." she nodded.
"you must be pumped." i giggled.
"unless theyre coming to my house, im not gonna be pumped til next saturday. brooklyns kinda boring, theyre probably gonna go to the city for the most part." she said.
we walked into ihob and got a booth. as we looked at the menu we heard a bunch of girls screaming and a crowd gathered up on the other side of ihob. i noticed a blonde haired boy wearing fake glasses, a supreme shirt, and black sweatpants.
i cackled, "camila is that charlie?"
"liv, oh my god, we need a picture!" she exclaimed.
"im not taking a picture with snobby boy." i laughed.
"c'mon liv! this is important to me, if it were drake or bazzi, i would take a picture with you."
"drake and bazzi actually have talent, they arent famous for being guys, or lip syncing on a stupid app that everyone thought was cringe anyway."
"liv please!" she begged.
"fine!" i sighed and scooted off of the booth.
my hair was down and flowed in its natural curl, i pulled my jeans up and fixed my thrasher hoodie so that it was centered on my chest.
camila pulled me towards the crowd of yelling girls and we got in what i think was a line. camila found a way to get passed the crowd and basically threw her phone at me.
he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and put up a gang sign, sticking out his tongue. ew. cringe. she just smiled and i snapped 4 pics.
after she finished i walked away from the crowd.
"arent you gonna get a pic?" camila asked, squeezing her way through the crowd.
"nope." i giggled. "you cant even be mad, i got your picture, im sorry i dont want him doing the gang sign over my shoulder."
she sighed, "whatever."
i handed her her phone and she awed at the pictures.
"bro he wasnt even looking at the phone." she said as i sipped my chocolate milk.
"so?" i knitted my eyebrows.
"liv, he was looking at you..."
