"You made me give you a free ticket when you had a Mega Muse VIP Pass!?" Rebecca was furious with Meera, scolding her like a child inside their shared hotel room. She was pacing the room, her bare feet padding against the carpet, while Meera sat on the edge of the bed, stiff and ashamed with her hands on her knees.
They weren't from Tyaura, the city of opportunities, where the concert was; they were from Darbori, a tiny, quiet town in the country 5 hours away by train. And the entire trip was paid for by Rebecca, her friend since the 1st grade.
"I'm sorry!" Meera begged, "but I didn't have the pass, I swear it!" After the song had ended, Ren left Meera to go on stage, and feeling overwhelmed once more, she simply walked herself back to the hotel. Rebecca was jealous as was everyone around her, and she didn't want to be beaten up again; but she regretted it too.
"Then how-"
"I had a panic attack and blacked out!" Meera admitted. "I somehow ended up in a VIP bathroom and-"
Rebecca huffed, interrupting Meera, before her voice immediately softened. "If I hadn't known you for so long, I wouldn't believe you," she sat next to her red-headed friend and gave her a tight hug. "So you swear on never seeing Ren again that it was just by…. Chance?" Meera only nodded. "Then, I'll only be mad at you for being able to actually kiss him!" Though before her friend could have any time to react, Rebecca playfully pushed Meera off the bed while simultaneously snatching the phone from her pink hoodie's belly pocket.
"What are you doing?" Meera questioned, laughing for the first time since before the concert began. She gathered herself up and joined Rebecca back on the bed, "if you're looking for his number… I don't have it."
The laughs quickly stopped and Rebecca faced Meera slowly, one of her brows twitching as she tried to contain her disappointment. "You're lying."
Meera cautiously slipped her phone out of Becca's clutches, "I wish I was, but you know how I get in crowds." She opened up her ChatterChat App, "but at least we have social media? I can just chat him, right?"
Becca peered down at Meera's screen, Ren Lowry's page open, a pink star next to his name indicating it was his official one. "Probably," she shrugged as she pointed to a number just under his name, "if you can be filtered out from his millions of followers, girl! Did he even get your name?"
My name? She thought to herself, trying to recall the entire night. "No," she admitted flatly and completely defeated as her shoulders fell forward while she slumped down. She continued scrolling his page, drowning out Rebecca's nagging as she once again started pacing in front of the bed.
Meera felt so stupid, but still attempted to hang onto a sliver of hope as she continued scrounging the site, looking for anything about tonight. But even after a few hours after the concert had ended nothing was out yet about a mystery girl and how Ren was frantically searching for his Cinderella.....
Like the entire night wasn't even real.
She quickly slapped herself across the face, instantly silencing Becca as her friend's beautiful brown eyes locked onto Meera, shocked and worried once more for her friend's mental well-being.
Tears began to escape from the corners of Meera's eyes as she fought back the pain. "I was making sure I wasn't dreaming," she softly admitted, her other cheek turning pink from embarrassment while the victim one throbbed.
"If this is how you act over a kiss, I'm afraid of what will happen when you get a boyfriend," Becca put a finger up to her chin as she thought for a moment, "you'll probably die, honestly. And if Ren was to ask you, I just know you'll dissipate."
Meera chuckled, rolling her eyes as she dried them with the back of a sleeve. "I wonder why there's nothing about tonight, though? Maybe I could've commented 'that's me!'"
Rebecca pulled her phone out to browse herself. "Bitch," she pushed the screen of her phone into Meera's face, an article in the center. "Did you fucking refresh the app in the past few minutes!?"
- MYSTERY GIRL KISSED BY REN. Everyone's asking: Who is this Jane Doe? -
The world around Meera instantly silenced, her vision blurring everything out except the giant picture underneath the headline. Unfortunately it was dark, with even her pink sweatshirt appearing black; only Rebecca and herself knew who it was.
Their kiss; her first kiss. His protective arms wrapped around her as she tucked hers in against his chest; She was seeing it from everyone's perspective, and the world was seeing it again with her.
It wasn't a dream! Her face went pale, I need to message him....