#fangiirl

Animated this after watching Tajdar Junaid live in Ahmedabad. 

It happened on a Saturday. Early in the afternoon just after a morning drizzle over the minuscule town of PitchFork, a girl approached the fan bus. It had been parked in front of the only kind of welcome center they could afford, collecting rust as it say there. No one knows when it got there, it was just there one day. It looked as though it fit in its far away parking slot, blue dulled and drained out from the top to bottom by years if rain and wind. The front window was tinted and cracked at one corner, making every child wish it to shatter in the cold winters. Her name was Charlotte. Though she hated how long her name was and didn't particularly agree with the sound of it she despised nick names and refused to answer to them. Despite being of the age of fourteen she looked like an adult and spoke like a baby. Her narrow cheeks were massed with uneven amounts of freckles and her left eye was higher up on her face than the right. Unruly blond curls sat on her shoulders like a tumble weed, never combed through. She was the youngest of four children, all adopted until her, the only biological daughter out if the bunch. The second youngest resided at the local community college, their parents forcing her to pay for her own education. She was used to having to work for what she wanted. The legend of going into the tour bus was that you would die from the first step you take up its stairs. Any photography taken of the inside came out blank as if the flash was all that was captured. It was most popular amongst the middle schools and older elementary grades. No one seemed brave enough to go through with getting on the bus. Until Billy Talcon called her a big fat wus in math class. A challenge was best served hot with a side order of I bet I can so. And here she stood, her knees trembling in her baggy jeans, her palms turned clammy when she reached up to open the door. "You have to do this now. If you back out, then what he said will be true." She chided herself when her hand faltered once more from touching the bus. "Just, do it!" She flung herself forward and into the door, the rusted hinges easily giving way under the pressure. Her knee scraped the bottom step as she tumbled onto them, hands splayed out to catch herself. With shaking breaths she stood and slowly peeked around the front seat. Dust littered the few seats at the front and cobwebs hung like tinsel over the entrance to sit in them. Blue carpet lay shredded in one corner of the back, the other side scraped off to reveal molding wood and bent nails. With caution, Charlotte walked farther into the bus, keeping her hands clasped in front of her like praying. Other than being dirty and old, she felt a sense if comfort in the appearance. It looked like the RV her grandparents used to own. A bench seat with a table to eat and what little kitchen there was lay hidden behind a half open door. "That must be the bedroom," she sighed, relieved at how normal it was. "And you were scared to get in the b-" A sharp scream echoed around the parking lot. The tour bus jerked to the side violently as the curtain moved to the side, a bony claw scraping part the window. As quickly as it occurred it ended, letting the heavy silence drag on until all that could've been heard were charlottes footsteps towards the door. Stepping onto the pavement, she no longer looked scared, but held her chin higher. Her jeans has been replaced by a tighter material no one had seen before. A soft fabric wrapped about her neck, her hair was perfectly straight. She glanced back at the tour bus, it's vibrant red painting glimmered in the sunshine as the security guard glared at her. "I said neat it kid. They won't be bothered," he snarled. "But," she paused and smiled widely. "I'm their biggest fan."

GUYS GUYS GUYS THIS.

In Victoria Duffields Feel music video she's dancing with a boy, and the boy had the same t-shirt as Nathan! The 'Until death do us part'!!! Omg!