Disclaimer: I don't own Dan or Phi. I do own Carrie and Bre. Call my lawyers.
Sorry, Bre, but a bit more suspense. ;) Don't worry, the story is progressing.
Breathe
"Bre. Bre. Bre. Breanna. Breathe. Freaking Breathe. In. Out. Look at me. In. Out. BREATHE." Carrie grabbed her shoulders and shook her to break her out of her stupor. She was staring at her phone in a trance. The screen had even shut itself off. "Oh my lord. You better wake up because Dan and freaking Phil are expecting us in half an hour and I am not going alone. I mean, I will, gladly, but I'm not leaving you in a big city alone. SO BREATHE."
The young girl's eyes snapped up to meet hers, her face losing its flush when she inhaled.
"It's about time, you idiot."
"Give me a break, I'm going on a date with Dan Howell."
"Don't call it that, it sounds too weird. We're just meeting them for Bubble Tea."
"DATE. DATE. DATE."
"You're making me nervous! We'd better get going if we're going to meet them on time," Carrie said, gathering her things. "Let's drop this stuff off at the car, then walk it." She smirked deviously. "Maybe if we're lucky, they'll want to walk us to the car."
Bre gave her friend a look. "Now who's getting ahead of themselves?"
"Which one of us had their aesthetically pleasing wedding to Dan Howell planned out on Pinterest?"
"Shut up."
Carrie grinned. "Okay, let's go. Or we'll be late."
The younger stood and gathered her things in her hands. They had much more than they'd came with, not that she was complaining. The VIP package got them a poster, a bag, other nick nacks, and then they've even caught several of the things that they'd thrown into the crowd. The car wasn't too far away, thankfully. Bre wasn't sure how far her shaky legs could carry her.
Carrie led the way out of the building and into the cool night. Street lamps lit the surrounding areas, which was something she was glad for considering the handful of people just standing around trying to sell their homemade Dan and Phil merch. Honestly, she didn't have any money left from the merch she'd already bought, but it was nice to see.
The crossed the surprisingly empty street and climbed the stairs, and there was he car. Quick walk. And already Bre wanted to sit down again. The nerves stirring within her felt like fire in her stomach. She really should text them letting them know they'd probably be a few minutes late, but knowing Dan... They probably hadn't left yet either.
"You are such a useless paperclip." Carrie rolled her eyes laughed, gathering Bre's things out of her hands, putting them in the car for her as she stood there gazing into the distance. After locking up her car, she fished her phone out of her purse and punched in the address the boys had provided. "Okay, we're about fifteen minutes away. Letsa go."
Bre let her friend lead the way. Every so often she'd stop, just stop walking, because she thought of something that could happen while they were together: sometimes if was something horrific, like spilling her drink all over him and him literally walking out, and sometimes it was little cutsy things like remembering what it was like to hug him and imagining him hugging her again. Carrie kept having to double back, grab her hand, and practically drag her until she came out of her stupor.
It took them closer to twenty minutes to get there considering how often Carrie had to double back for her friend. Once or twice she'd considered just leaving her there, but then Bre would get this cute little grin on her face and she would smile on her eyes. Unfortunately, her conscious wouldn't let her leave her friend behind. But, finally, they'd arrived.
"CARRIE, THERE THEY ARE."
"Breanna, calm your buns, you scared me half to death."
But yes, there they were. Wearing their umpteenth outfit of the night. But they both looked divine, to be honest. Just... perfect.
Carrie looked her friend in the eye, fixing the little details in her appearance. "Remember to breath, shake his hand properly, if you hug, don't linger and freak him out, speak slowly, and if you can't speak, that's what I'm here for. Everything is going to be okay. It'll go great. Just. Remember. To. Breathe."
Bre nodded slowly, trying to push her panic and anxiety deep within her. It'll go great. Her fingers curled around the door handle, and she pulled it open.
