Dirty Concert. Part 1

`Ello people. You probably don't even remember me, but I'm a writer here too. Haven't wrote anything in ages... So anyway, I found a really long dirty imagine, so if you wanna read it, here you go :>

"Dirty Concert. Part 1"

 ”Okay ready, girl?” you said nervously to your best friend.

“Do it!” she squealed. 

“3…2…” you clicked the button and screamed “1!!!”. You clicked ‘Order Now’ and hoped to god that you got two tickets to see Justin Bieber in concert. You waited for the page to load, while you guys were totally flipping out hoping you got them. Finally, you heard your  computer make a chirping noise, and you flung yourself on the bed hoping for the best.

“WHAT’S GOING ON? DID WE GET THEM?” your friend yelled. 

“Would you like to know what’s going on?” you said calmly.

“Fuck yes I would!” she said, excitedly.

“Well……….WE’RE GOING TO SEE BIEBER!!!!!!!!! FRONT ROW SEATS BABY!!!!!!” you screamed jumping off your bed running over to her. You screamed and jumped around for a good hour or so, until you realized something extremely important.

“Oh my gosh, what are we gonna wear?!” you squealed. 

“I have no idea!” she replied, laughing. You suddenly got an idea. 

“Giiirrrlll let’s go shopping! I have leftover money from babysitting!” 

“How much?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I dunno… try 200 bucks!!!” you smiled.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/N) I’m not sure if I’ll feel right taking that money from you…” she said. She was always so sweet, and it made you smile. 

“(Y/F/N), you’re my best friend, and I love you! I wanna spend this money WITH you. Really.” you said. 

She smiled and pulled you in for a hug. “Thanks girl. And I love you too.”

You guys pulled away from the hug and ran outside to your car. You started it and drove right to the mall. You spent $100 each and left satisfied. You stopped by McDonald’s on the way home, shoving fries and burgers into your mouths. You were having the best time ever. You drove your friend back to her house around 7pm.

“Okay here’s the plan.” she said before getting out. “The concert is saturday, right?”

You nodded in response. 

“Okay sleepover my place friday and we’ll drive there the next day. Cool?” she said smiling, grabbing her bags and large Coke from earlier.

“YES. Oh my gosh I’m flippin’ out I can’t wait!” you said eagerly.

“Me neither!” she squeaked out. “Okay girlie, thanks again for today, love ya, see ya friday!” she said stepping out.

“No prob. Love you too!” you yelled before she shut the door and ran into her house. You breathed out heavily and leaned your head against the seat. Your feet and arms hurt from shopping, and your throat hurt from screaming so much. If it hurts now, imagine how much pain i’ll be in AFTER the concert, you thought to yourself. You sat there for a second before starting your car and driving back home.

You pulled into the driveway, turning off and locking your car after pulling your shopping bags out of the trunk. You trudged up towards your porch and opened the door, glad to be home. You greeted your parents tiredly and walked up the stairs to your room. You entered your room, changed into some sweats and a tank top, and went to bed. To your surprise, it was only 8:30pm. You closed your eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

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Within about a week the two tickets to see Justin in concert arrived in your mailbox. You were so excited when you saw them you drove right to (Y/F/N)’s house and gave her her ticket. You once again shared a series of screams and jumps and dances. You couldn’t wait. Justin was one sexy mother fucker. You wanted to make out with him so bad. To taste his lips. To put your hands on his chest and bring them down further…and further…

You were snapped out of your dirty thoughts when your friend jumped on your back and knocked you over. “Two days, (Y/N) ! We’re going to see Justin up-close in two freakin days!” she said, happily.

“I know, I know!” you laughed. You couldn’t believe it was happening, it was like a dream come true! You would FINALLY see him. Justin. Bieber. 

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You woke up Saturday morning around 12pm, realizing that the concert was in 6 hours. 

“(Y/F/N)!!! GET UP! TODAY’S THE DAY!!!” you screamed, throwing yourself on top of her. At first she moaned and tried to push you away, but then she realized you were telling the truth.

“Oh, shit, we’re going to see Bieber! In six hours?? Ughh…” she groaned getting up and heading towards the bathroom to take a shower. When she got out, you hopped in for a bit to wake yourself up. You stepped out of the shower, and ran back to your friends room wrapped in a towel. You dried your hair and put on your cute little outfit from the mall. Booty shorts, with white low-top Converse, and a crop-top that said “Peace” on it tied in a knot at your side, with a bit of your belly left showing. Casual summer day look, but hot. 

“Oooooh, you lookin feisty girl!” she teased. “Really cute.”

“Thanks! So do you!” You said smiling. She wore shorts as well, but a different style, and hers were a bit longer than yours. She had black Vans on her feet, with a matching black sparkly tank. You guys looked adorable.

By the time you had your clothes on it was about 2:30pm. Now, it was time for hair.   

“Shit, I hate this part. How am I gonna do my hair??” you groaned. 

“I do too,” she replied annoyed. She eventually put her long brown hair into a fishtail braid that rested on her shoulder.  

“So?” she said, posing for you to approve her look. She looked gorgeous.

“Wow, (Y/F/N). I can’t even find the words to describe how amazing you look!” you said, mouth open in surprise. 

“Aww shucks, stop it, you.” she said in a fake country accent making you giggle.

You eventually put your hair up into a high messy bun. You looked sexy.

You guys weren’t really the make - up type of girls, so you just threw on some mascara that made your eyes pop. You were ready. It was 4pm. 

“Okay,” you said clapping your hands once. “We have 2 hours before the concert. What should we do?” 

“Let’s take pics! Post ‘em to Facebook, make some girls jealous, eh?” she said nudging you. 

“Totally.” 

So you ran into her room and took some amazing pictures of your outfits and posted them to Facebook. By the time you were done, it was 5:30pm. Since you just ate dinner, you pulled out 4 peices of minty gum -  two for your friend, two for you. You popped a peice in your mouths, grabbed your phones, said goodbye to (Y/F/N)’s parents and ran out to your car.

“Are you ready?!?!” you said closing your door and putting on your seatbelt. 

“Fuck yeah, I am, let’s go see Justin Bieber baby!!! Wait, do you have the tickets?” she asked.

“All set” you said, pulling two tickets out of your purse, then putting them back in so they were safe. “Let’s go!”

After about 15 minutes of driving you arrived at the large stadium and parked in the parking garage next to it. I stopped the car and looked over at my friend.

“Ready??” she asked excitedly.

You nodded. You couldn’t believe you were here. You’re stomach flutters with happiness as you step out of the car so you’re face to face with the large auditorium that Justin Bieber is in. Right. Now.

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