Thinking of You

He didn't figure it out. I even replied to a few of his tweets. Nothing. He never followed me back, which meant that I couldn't direct message him.

"Coraaaa!" I whined, throwing myself down on her couch.

"What's up, little sis?" She asked.

"He won't follow meeee," I whined again.

"Give it time, sweet pea," she told me.

"I did give it time!" I protested.

Cora rolled her eyes.

"Wait a second," she said slowly.

"What?" I asked.

"What if we showed up to one of his shows?" She suggested.

"But how would he know we were there?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes again.

"Oh hon. I've been in their fan club since I was twenty. All you have to do is get meet and greet passes and boom! You're meeting him!" She explained.

"Cora, you're a genius!" I cried, throwing my arms around her.

"I know." She grinned.

--

Cora spent the next half hour on her laptop, looking for concert tickets. Then she turned to me.

"Alright. In two weeks, we fly to London to see their show. I got us meet and greet passes. Everything's great!" She gushed.

"Wait, London as in London, England? As in the UK?!" I asked incredulously.

"Yup!" She replied.

"How?" I asked simply.

"Well they're touring in Europe right now, so I used Jeremy's frequent flier miles to score us two really cheap tickets. Besides, I've always wanted to go to England!"

"Me too," I admitted.

"Great! All that's left to do is figure out what you're going to wear when you meet Zack!"

I rolled my eyes and walked away.

--

Two weeks passed slowly. Two days before we were scheduled to fly out, I went to the doctor to see how my arm was healing up.

“I’m sorry, Arianne, but your arm hasn’t made much progress since the initial break. We may need to operate on it,” the doctor told me gravely.

“What? There must be some mistake! I’m supposed to go to England in two days!” I replied.

“I’m sorry, that might not be such a good idea,” he said. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to look at your test results a second time.”

I nodded and he walked out, closing the door. I called Cora.

“Cora, bad news. The doctor said my arm hasn’t healed yet and I might not be able to go to England,” I said sadly.

“What? No, you have to! This is how you’re going to reunite with your true love!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Cora, be serious.”

“I am serious! You can’t not go!”

“I know that!” I snapped.

“I mean, I’ve always wanted to go to England!”

“Alright, Cora, you’re done guilt-tripping. Especially considering I’m not really doing anything,” I pointed out. “Cora, what if the doctor says I shouldn’t go?” I asked.

“Well, you should go anyway. This is what you’ve been dreaming of. Besides, those tickets aren’t refundable.” She laughed.

“Cora, I’m serious!”

“So am I. So just think about going. Please,” she told me and we hung up.

Notes

Title: Hollow, The Friday Night Boys

:O Will Arianne be able to go to England? Find out tomorrow since I changed my update schedule!

I just got my wisdom tooth taken out, so comment and make me feel better!

xoxo

Hayley