(Wow almost forgot about this book, sorry)

Lefty's pov
If I could breath.
I would be Hyperventilating.
I was currently standing inside of stream con(again made up) Molten and I had come in, it's trendy, but I guess it's early because there are very few people here.

I still kept thinking about humans.
I still miss them.
Bryan Jon, and....well, I barely knew Davis.
"I can't believe we're here!" I fanboyed.
"I can't believe we're exceptionally early; I don't even think those men in Britain are up." Molten said.
Wel, he's wrong, Bryan Geraldine said that he doesn't sleep during these and sets the booth up two hours early.
I walked around.
Molten and I got massive amounts of swag.
I was so excited to meet Bryan.
I looked around, and I saw a familiar blonde head.
He was in his booth, setting things onto the table.
I was about to run over to him, but Molten grabbed my arm.
"Don't make yourself look like an idiot or embarrass yourself," He said. I nodded, and he let go of me.
I walked up.
"Um, excuse me, Mr.Gearldine?" I asked.
He turned to face me.
"You need something-" He interrupted himself when he saw me.
Wow, he seems taller in real life.
And better looking.
"Hi! I'm Lefty; I'm a big fan!" I yelled.
"Ok, do you want something," He asked.
"Well, I could use a shirt," I said excitedly.
"Oh, of course, what's your size?" He asked.

I told him I was a medium.
And he gave me one after he signed it.
"Thank you!" I yelled.
I skipped away.
But Molten didn't come with me for a few minutes.
But he joined me after a bit