You really had no idea what clothes were appropriate for a "games night" with Pentatonix. You assumed,however, that your usual Friday night attire of pajamas was not going to cut it. You sat on the floor of your room staring at your suitcase, wondering how the hell you made it though life with one pair of jeans, two pairs of shorts and a pair of sweatpants.

About half an hour later you had decided on something that you thought,and hoped, was decent enough. You were wearing denim shorts and a red button up shirt that was made to tie at the bottom. It was something you usually wore casually around the campsite and so you were sure it would be acceptable for the evening ahead. You walked to the closest seat to your cabin door and sat down. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the time. 6:57. Avi would be there any minute. Your heart started beating faster at the prospect of spending the entire evening with your favourite people in the world.

You started to daydream about the possibilities of the evening and what was to follow. You still could not believe this was happening. You had dreamt of this moment since you heard of the band.

After some time you decided to check on the time again, you were sure it had been more than three minutes since you last checked. It read 7:10. Okay, you thought, he said 7. He's only 10 minutes late. He's probably looking for your cabin or got locked in his or something. You kept repeating the same excuses over and over in your head so that you would keep sane.

You checked your phone again. 7:15. Okay. That was it. He had stood you up. It was a prank. You knew it. You didn't even know how to react. Your mind began to fight itself. One side reminding you that Avi wasn't exactly known for his punctuallity and the other side filling your thoughts with ones like "he ditched me", "he made it up","they only offered to be polite, they didnt really mean it" and the like.

You looked again. 7:39. Your hopes were almost fully dashed. You felt an almost numb pain feeling in the centre of your chest, you seemed to feel that every time you were disappointed. You stood up to walk away from your seat by the door, feeling dejected and forgotten. You had no idea why this mattered so much to you, but it did.

"Stop being a baby" you said aloud to yourself, hoping it would get into your head and stop the tears threatning to spill out your eyes.

You had taken about 3 steps away from the door when you thought you heard a very faint knocking coming from the other side. You rushed to the door but did not open it. You were unsure if it was really the door or your mind playing tricks on you. You waited. You heard another knock a few seconds later, slightly louder than the previous ones. You knew there had to be someone there. You checked the time again. 7:43. He wasn't going to hear the end of this. You straightened out your shirt and messed a little with your hair and then proceeded to pull open the door.

"Hey, uh, sorry I'm so late" Said the figure at the door, looking at the floor with his soft brown hair falling into his eyes. He was dressed in the Lumberjack attire you were accustomed to seeing him in. He looked good as usual. You were glad you went with the clothes you did. Your normal casual wear seemed to fit the dress code nicely.

"Its alright I guess. We dont all have a perfect sense of direction" you teased, giggling while you punched him playfully on the shoulder. "Glad you're here now though. Thought i might end up having to go to the club after all" you added. "So we leaving now or are we just going to stand here all evening?"

"Sure, let's go" he replied with a smirk, holding his arm out so that you could loop your arm through his.

You felt the familiar butterflies-in-your-tummy sensation you were used to when we were excited for something. You knew tonight was going to be awesome.

A/N : Sorry this chapter was so short and took so long! I've been so swamped with work from school. I'll try have the next chapter up asap :)
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