Age is Just a Number

Caroline is a 15-year-old girl who likes One Direction, but isn't in love with them like the rest of her friends. When one of her friends takes the four of them to meet One Direction backstage, Caroline meets five boys who will change her life forever.


3. Excitement

Caroline's Point of View

     "OMG! Caroline! Look what Harry Styles just tweeted!" Kayla yelled running up to me at the bus stop. It was cold, and it was early in the morning, and we were going to school. Ugh.

     "What did he tweet this time Kayla?" I asked in my groggy, morning voice. She read the tweet aloud. "He says, 'Just got on the plane. Can't wait to see you San Antonio!' Their concert is tomorrow! I can't believe it! I'm so excited!..." She went on like that for about two minutes. Fortunately, the bus pulled up and interrupted her. I quickly put my earbuds in and started playing Carrie Underwood. It drowned out her 1D chatter for a while, but then Hannah and Ella got on the bus. Now the chatter was multiplied by three.

     I'm not normally bothered by it. Sometimes I actually join in on it. But at 6:30 a.m...I don't particularly love listening to it. I turned my music up, but Hannah yanked out my earbud. "Hey!" I shouted, but she ignored me. "What are you wearing?" she questioned. "What?" I asked. "What do you mean? I'm just going to wear my jeans and t-shirt." The three of them stared at me as if I had two heads. "But Caroline, it's not like we're just going to a 1D concert. We're going to meet them. You can't wear just anything," Ella explained. I rolled my eyes. "All right then, what are you wearing?" They all went into detail about these dresses they were going to wear. Ella was wearing a white summer dress that showed just enough to be attractive, but not look like she was throwing herself at them. The others were wearing similar dresses. They were all wearing heels, too.

     Usually, I'm all for dresses. I wear dresses and skirts to school often. But to a concert? And with heels? I wanted to be comfortable...not sexy.

     Eventually I agreed to at least where one of my favorite tops, a light, rosey pink shirt with ruffles, that was nice enough to reach their standards. But I was still wearing my matching pink toms and flare jeans. They weren't going to talk me into being uncomfortable.


(The next day)

     Ella called me at 7:30 a.m. On a Saturday. To remind me that the 1D concert was today.

     We had to be there at 4:00 p.m. and she woke me up at 7:30. Sigh.

     But before I could go back to sleep, the three of them started texting me like crazy. I finally decided to get up after about half an hour of listening to my phone going off incessently. I turned it off and went downstairs to relax.

     Since we had to leave from Ella's house at about ten 'til two, the girls wanted us there at two o'clock so we could get ready together. I was pretty excited. I love getting ready with my girls, and since we were all excited for the concert...I knew it would be interesting.

     I threw my stuff into a bag and said goodbye to my family. Then I walked the few blocks to Ella's house and knocked on the door. Ella answered the door. She said that Hannah and Kayla were upstairs, but couldn't come down because Kayla is in the middle of putting her hair up and Hannah is in the middle of straightening hers. Ella's red hair was in beautiful ringlets, and her makeup was half done. When we went upstairs, I noticed that the other girls were the same. They were all in sweat pants and t-shirts, and they were running around frantically even though we had almost an hour.

     Finally, Ella was finished getting ready. She wore her hair down and curled, and the dress she wore was stunning-but revealing. She wore white heels and the makeup was practically caked on. Hannah and Kayla looked the same, with showy dresses, heels, and piles of makeup. I looked almost ragged next to them with almost no makeup on and my hair in a simple braid. The girls still thought I should have worn something fancier, but I ignored their comments. At the end of the night, when they're complaining about how sore their feet are and how sticky their faces feel, I'll be nice and comfortable.



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