a/n: this is me living my post concert sadness through words. enjoy :-)
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To the commoner entering the queue line for the venue, your presence among the thousands of jittery teenage girls would go virtually unnoticed. After all, your attire blended in with the majority of outfits there; jean shorts and some sort of colored converse, a flannel around your waist and a mentally dating luke hemmings shirt loose across your torso, and finally a darkened maroon snap back perched over your tousled hair.
Except the flannel around your waist and the snap back that was two inches two big for your head belonged to the Luke Hemmings, and you were not only mentally but physically dating him.