Dude, are you wearing a wig?

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     I woke up to the sound of my morning alarm, exhausted. I had a lot of fun last night. Today would be the first time I'd actually get to interact with my fans, and I was excited.

I jumped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked at my bare, freckle-covered skin before taking a quick shower. I wanted to be at Pax as early as possible. I washed my body and my hair before wrapping myself in a towel and leaving the bathroom.

I decided to wear one of my wigs because why not. I chose took my platinum blonde one out of its bag and brushed it out. After that, I set it aside so I could do my makeup. I know some people like to put on their wigs before makeup, but I get all scared that I am going to ruin it.

I decided to do my normal full face makeup along with some dark, smoky-eye type makeup with faux freckles and lip gloss. It was fast and not time consuming, which is exactly what I needed. After I did my makeup, I put on a floral shirt, leggings, combat boots, and a denim jacket. I quickly put my hair in that very ugly wig cap and made sure to tuck in all my hair. I carefully put on the wig and looked at myself in the mirror quickly.

As soon as I thought I looked adequate, I grabbed a knit beanie and walked out of my hotel room, locking the door behind me. Who needs breakfast?

---- (Lowkey I have no idea how this works so let me use my little baby imagination)

When I finally got into the building, I was given the schedule and strict instructions to wait for my turn to go up and blah, blah, blah. There were already tons of people here, waiting impatiently to meet their idols.

"Jordy! Jordy!" I heard someone scream from the line. I turned and saw a teenage girl waiting behind a rope. I know I'm not supposed to, but what's the harm, right? I approached the girl and offered her a small smile.

"Hey dude!" I exclaimed with a friendly laugh. Her face went pink and she stared at me, a smile spread across her tan face.

"I-I, uh, I love your videos!" She exclaimed. I blushed.

"Thank you so much. You honestly have no idea how much it means to me for you to say that." I said, trying to sound kind. I must've sounded super happy, because her face lit up. It's not that I didn't like her, it's just that I have awful social anxiety. Talking to a camera is certainly not the same as talking to another person.

"Can- can I get a picture?" She asked nervously. I nodded and smiled.

"Totally!" I said as she took out her phone. She held it up and I stuck my tongue out while she made a big smile.

"It was so awesome meeting you!" She gushed. I nodded.

"It was great meeting you too." I said with a smile. I walked away from the rope and over to the lounge area. Immediately, I saw Calvin from last night sitting on a couch with his phone. He looked up and scanned me up and down.

"Hey man." I said.

"Who are you?" He asked me.

"Jordan. From last night?" I told him.

"Woah dude, you look like five years older. What happened? You were like, sixteen last night." He laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Wait, dude, are you wearing a wig?"

"Yeah. It's kind of part of my style." I told him. He nodded.

"I like your blue hair. It adds character. Plus, it looked fucking cool." He complimented. I nodded and smiled.

"I'm thinking of going back to my natural color and cutting it really short." I said.

"What's your natural color?" He asked.

"I'm secretly a ginger." I whispered.

"Woah dude! Don't steal my soul!" He shrieked dramatically. I laughed and punched his shoulder playfully.

"Shut up, man." I chuckled.

"Have you seen Chef?" I heard Ian's unique voice yell through the lounge. I turned and looked at him, confused.

"Huh?" I asked. He turned and squinted at me.

"Jordan?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't look that different!" I yelled.

"Dude, what happened to your hair?" He asked, walking over to me.

"It's a wig. It's just-"

"Part of her style." Calvin mocked, looking down at his phone. Ian looked at Calvin and then back at me.

"Your friends with that faggot?" He asked me in disbelief. I shrugged.

"Hey, shut the fuck up, man." Calvin said defensively.

"Is there something going on between you two?" I asked curiously.

"That's Leaf boy." Ian said. I looked at Calvin who looked back at me.

"But Calvin has a chin." I said awkwardly. Ian rolled his eyes.

"A joke, Jordan. It's a joke. Wait, so this is the Calvin you met last night?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, he's not that bad. He doesn't seem that bad." I said.

"I'm right fucking here, guys." Calvin said, annoyed.

"Oh yeah. You're a faggot." Ian said to him. Calvin rolled his eyes and looked back at his phone.

"Ian..." I mumbled. "That's not nice."

"Nice? Do you know what this guy does on YouTube?" He asked.

"Why do you hate him so much?" I asked.

"I don't hate him. I just don't like him. He bullies kids for money." He told me.

"Well, that's not nice either." I said with a frown.

"Are you sure you aren't twelve?" Ian asked. I couldn't even tell if he was joking or not.

"Positive." I said with a cheeky smile.

"You're adorable and it's annoying." Ian said, rolling his dark eyes. I chuckled and looked at the ground.

"I know, I know." I said.

"How come your eyes look so big?" Calvin asked.

"Because of the magic of makeup." I said with a laugh.

"Alright. I have to go because me, Max, and Joji will be going up soon. Have fun, but not too much fun. Don't be an asshole Leafyisqueer." Ian said, running out of the lounge.

"When are you going up?" I asked him.

"Not until like, three." He told me.

"Why are you here now then?" I asked.

"I do have friends you know. What are you going to be doing?" He asked me.

"I'm going to be doing a ukulele cover with Dodie and we're doing a QnA." I said excitedly.

"Maybe I'll go check it out." He said. I smiled.

"That would be great." I said with a smile.

P.S.

Sorry for not updating!!! I'll be posting two chapters as an apology of sorts. Good vibes xx

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