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King Princess

Summary:

Nicole is seeing her favorite artist, King Princess, perform for the 30th time. Her girlfriend, Shae, is with her and not enjoying herself. Nicole is really getting tired of Shae's mood swings ruining fun nights for her. Maybe she needs a change.

Waverly is, yet again, dragged to a concert of an artist she has no clue about by her friends, Rosita and Jeremy. She knows they only want the best for her, but she really just wanted a quiet night with her books and tea. She wants nothing more than to go home. Especially after an intriguing red head runs into her and spills her drink all down her front. Could this night get any worse?

Notes:

I switch pov's almost every chapter. At the beginning of the chapter I will put who's pov it will be from to help with confusion. I would love comments and tips, or if you have any questions you can find me on tumblr at natattack24. I hope you enjoy the story!

First chapter is from Nicole's pov

Chapter 1: 1950

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I stare at myself in the mirror. The bathroom is dark and dingy, but in a good way. I wouldn’t trust that the music is good if the venue isn’t somewhat trashy.

Shae is probably starting to wonder where I am. I told her I needed to go to the restroom a few songs into the openers set, and I can hear them thanking us for being a ‘great crowd’ as they take their leave form the stage. I really am not looking forward to going back out there. Shae has been on my back nonstop about something or other for weeks now. One minute she’s happy and clingy and the next she’s screaming at me for not buying toilet paper at the store. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it.

I look down at my hands. They're starting to turn red from the water. I guess I've spent enough time hiding in here.

I look at myself one more time, plaster on my best flirty smile, and walk out. I need a drink and head straight to the bar. 

I order a beer and turn my back to the bar, leaning on it with my forearms. I scan the crowd until I spot Shae. She's dancing and singing along to everyone's favorite song, 1950. I turn back around, my stomach churning. I used to sing this song to Shae and mean it. Now it makes me feel sick.

A whirlwind of brunette hair comes up to the bar a few people down from me and I can't help but stare. She's drumming her hands on the bar top impatiently and keeps huffing. I know I've been staring too long, but I can't tare my eyes away. 

The woman turns and green eyes meet my own. I quickly turn away, and grab my beer. I should head back to Shae. She's my girlfriend.  I have a girlfriend. The brunette was just another gorgeous girl. I don't know why she's making me feel like this. 

I shake thoughts of her from my mind and start weaving my way towards Shae. I see her turn and catch my eye. I smile at her, but she frowns at me and then I'm hit from behind.