Probably not updating tonight. I'm exhausted. Probably before the end of the weekend. This is the Grammy update! Sorry if it's not as exciting as you expected... But you find out some things! ***NOTE: The incident is not like a super tragic thing. Not like you were expecting . It's just tragic for her. First love and stuff .*** P.S. You readers have failed me. My story has reached the second page . JK. I don't really care.... . Bye
••••Update•••• "Okay," Preston says after school, "I'm taking you out right now." "Wait, what?" I say. "I mean! Hanging out with you to get to know you!" he blushes. "Fine. Where are we going?" I ask. "We're just going out for a mid afternoon snack; we need to talk about things," he finally says. "Just so you know, I'm a pretty picky eater," I smirk. "If you don't like anything, fine. You won't be eating then," he says. "Fine." I grumble. "My car's over there. Let's go," he points. We get to his car, a Chevrolet Camaro; the first thing he does when he starts the car is turn on the radio. "The Way" by Ariana Grande begins playing. "Change the station please," Preston pushes the button to change the radio station; "Boyfriend" by Justin Bieber blares through the speakers. "Shut. That. Racket. Off," I say, gritting my teeth. "Sorry," he pushes a button and switches the radio station again, this time, "A Thousand Years" plays through the speakers. "TURN IT OFF I HATE THIS SONG, I HATE IT!" I yell. "I'm sorry; please stay calm," he puts his hand on my shoulder as we hit a traffic light. For the rest of the car ride, I rest my head on my hand and drift off into space. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Flashback Cameras flashing. Fans screaming. My heels sinking into the plushy, red carpet. My dress clinging to my waist and sweeping the floor. My smile so bright, brighter than the flashing cameras. "Oliver," I say, "I truly have no words." "Happy birthday, babe," he says, kissing me gently on the cheek. We slowly make our way inside, saying hello to celebrities and other guests. "This is surreal," I say to Oliver. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Come on, our seats are in the upper level. I prefer not to sit with my father for security reasons," he explains. What security reasons? I thought. The awards don't start for a while, so most of the time we're just sitting around waiting. A bunch of people go up to Oliver to greet him, but he gets up and pulls them away to talk to them. Maybe he doesn't want me to meet them? I don't know. I hope he's not embarrassed of me; not everyone gets to attend the Grammy's, not every middle class person, at least. How did Oliver's dad get tickets? "And now, put your hands together, for your host... Steven Moore!" the announcer says. I love the Grammy's and all, but it does get a little boring. The dinner is delicious for the most part; fancy food like caviar and mock tails are served to underaged people like myself. I listen to the nominees and wait for the winner; some of the songs I loved this year won the nomination! I got really excited. Other than that, I didn't really think about the awards too much. I think about the people Oliver talked to previously. Who are they? How do they know him? Then I find out. "And the nominees for Record of the Year are..." Shakira says. "The Way by Ariana Grande and Mac Miller," Chris Brown announces. "Clarity by Zedd and the Foxes," says Shakira. "Radioactive by Imagine Dragons," Chris Brown says with suspense. "Same Love by Mackelmore and Mary Lambert," Shakira says exaggerating 'Lambert'. "or... Just Give Me a Reason by P!nk and Nate Ruess," Chris Brown smiles. I look over at Oliver and see him praying with his eyes closed and head buried in his hands. "And the Grammy goes to..." Shakira announces and takes the card out of the envelope containing the winner. "Imagine Dragons with Radioactive!" they say excitedly together as the group of four come up onto the stage faces smiling. "YES!" Oliver shouts, "dad is probably so happy right now." "Who is your da-," I start. "Congrats to your dad, man!" a guy behind us says. "Who is your dad, Oliver? You never told me," I say to him. "He's executive producer of their band! He's pretty young. Teenage parent when he had me," Oliver says. "How come you never told me this?!" I wonder. "Because. I didn't know if I could trust you with the secret or not. I wanted to live a normal life. He promised me that." Oliver smiles. A normal life? There's nothing normal about this life. End of Flashback •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "See? Just like that," Preston finally says. I shake my head and blink a couple times before snapping back into reality, "I can't help it, you know." "You think too much," Preston states. "I daydream too much. I want to forget," I blurt out. "Forget what?" he asks, concerned. "The past. It's just hard sometimes, you know?" I say slowly. "Yeah. Is it okay if we stop by my house for a second? I seemed to have left my credit card at home," Preston asks politely. "Oh, sure, it's no problem," I smile. "Thanks," he smiles and makes a right turn into a street. I decide to pull a sweatshirt on because of the freezing air conditioner blasting in my face. I feel him turn a couple more times while I pull my arms and head through the hoodie. When I pop my head out, I see Preston's house. Wait... Why does this look so... familiar? Oh. My. Gosh. It can't be... Oliver's old house. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• First off, it's like really short. Sorry the Grammy thing SUCKS CHEESE MUFFINS. I wanted to post the update so I like rushed it . I really hate talking about Oliver because Preston is so darn cute! Okay. Sorry. Will Preston and Riza still hang out? we'll see!
How could you not? OhmaifrickingawshIloveOneRepublicsomuchitslikechocolateinmusicformthereisliterallynothingIdontlikeaboutitryanteddersfalsettoisfantasticandhislowvoiceislovelylolseewhatIdidtherebutomfgIlovethemsomuchIjustcanteven My brief rant.
Actually would that be considered right? Omg I have a serious problem of spamming threads with comments.
Shannon, I'm going to pop up and say I've been lurking and I love this story. And I love you too. And I love OneRepublic too. So, I'm going to fade back into the lurk fog now.
SHANA . OMG! You read this too?!?!?! All my favorites are reading this . Wait. Where's Katie . We're missing one. BUT AHHHHHH!
***NOTE: I DID NOT LISTEN TO ONE REPUBLIC TODAY. I WILL ADD ONE OF THEIR SONGS IN SOON, OK.*** For Shana and Sammi, obvs.