“Yes, I’m serious Allison,” I said, quite annoyed. “So do you want the tickets or not?”
“Are you kidding me! Of course I want them, and your coming with me,”.
“Oh no I’m not,”. There was no possible way in the whole entire universe that Allison was going to drag my sorry butt to a Jonas Brothers concert. Not for a million dollars. Not for the whole entire world. Not for anything at all. I wasn’t going, period.
“Come on…please,” she said, trialing off, trying to make me feel bad.
“No way,”.
“Oh come on! It would be a great experience! Just you, me, and thousands of other screaming girls!”
“Sounds like loads of fun,” I muttered. “But, I’ll come,”. Allison squealed with happiness. Why the heck did I just do that? And what the heck am I going to get myself into this time?
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, SO much!” she said.
“Yup,”.
“So what are you gonna wear?” Allison asked. As much as I wanted to hang up on her, I didn’t.
“I dunno, a sweatshirt?”
“It’s the Jonas Brothers, a sweatshirt?”