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Finally, finally, at midnight, they sat out in front of the Borders in Schaumburg. It was already freezing, half miserable, but it was kicking some ass. How would you feel if you were within the first five people in line? Thought so.
After the tent was set up and blankets and pillows were thrown in, the two fangirls laid in their home for the next few hours. The tent was practically bulging out on the sides from the amount of blankets and pillows crammed in there. Not to mention the top of the tent had a optional window, so watching the stars was very possible and done immediately.
Sleeping might have been possible, if not for the screaming little thirteen year olds.
"WHO'D YA RATHER HAVE? JUSTIN BIEBER OR CARLOS!" One girl screamed.
"JUSTIN!"
"KENDALL OR FREDDIE?"
"FREDDIE! HE'S FREAKING HOT!"
Laura sighed, evidently annoyed.
"Shall I scream 'Why the fuck are you here?' or would that be too outwardly rude?" The brunette girl asked.
"Just a little too rude. They are like, what? Twelve-ish? Thirteen-ish?" Laura said, waving her hand in a 'whateva' gesture.
"Yeah well they're annoying little teeny-boppers. Bet they wouldn't say it to The Boys' faces." Katy smirked.
"Betchya they'd suck up ta any celebrity they saw. Long as they got great hair, they'll love them."
"Very, very true. Idiots."
"Oo!" the blonde leaped up, "You have yer laptop right?"
"Hell yeah."
"I just got a fic idea."