“Wakey wakey sleepy head!” A hand caressed my cheek softly. My eyelids fluttered a little, but refused to open.
“No.”
A soft, tingling laugh echoed. “Come on Sammy, wake up!” The hand caressing my face went into my hair, brushing it off of my skin and combing it back softly.
“No.”
A sigh. “Alright, you leave me no choice.” I heard some shuffling, and a few moments later, a big fluffy pillow came down on my head, slapping me awake.
“WHAT THE FU—!” I started, but a hand clamped down over my mouth.
“Happy birthday bestest friend.” Sophie sat in front of me, crouched down at the foot of my bed, a small cupcake with an unlit candle on her open palm.
Despite my sleepiness and my big dislike for birthdays, I smiled. “Good morning.”
My best friend smiled big. “Mornin’ sleeping beauty. Rise and shine!”
I rolled my eyes at her and checked the time. 12:30. “Ah Sophie! What’s the rush? Why couldn’t I sleep a little longer?” I chuckled, throwing the pillow she had used to slap me over my face and burying myself in my mattress once more.
I heard her sigh and place my cupcake on my bureau. “Because, today we have a lot of things to do. We have to go shopping for our outfits for tonight!”
Wait, what? “What are we doing tonight?” I asked, a little bewildered.
Her eyes grew wide. “How could you not remember? Today’s the 28th! Today’s the concert! We get to see our men tonight.”
I shot up in bed, sitting up straight. “Wait, that’s today? Already?”
She made a big deal out of her nodding. “Uh, yeah! I know right? Time flies.”
Oh my heaven’s. Today was the big day. I had been so exhausted this whole week from working at the Jensen’s Parlor that I had totally forgotten.
I practically designed all day long. I sat behind the fancy, clean desk at the entrance of the shop and sketched on my pad. When a client came in, I wrote them down, assigned them to either Jay or Kyle and assisted with the tattoo design, if they didn’t choose one of my already made designs or already knew what they wanted.
Apparently, the tattoos I had designed when I was in high school seemed to be of the liking of almost everyone. Jay and Kyle had done plenty of them on some people this week, and I felt so damn special. It was just incredible, knowing that my art was now etched forever on someone’s skin, being proudly shown off to the world.
Today was Saturday, so I had the day off. They usually just opened the shop today for a couple of hours, and closed on Sundays altogether, which was excellent by me because I had some free time.
Sophie chatted with me a little bit more and left the room, ruffling my hair as she left through the door. I rolled my eyes and got up from bed, excited now to get ready and get going to see Mike today.
I had a text from him saying good morning, and I replied back with a big wide smile on my face. Today was going to be a good day, and nothing could ruin that.
I stripped naked from my pajamas and stepped into a hot steamy shower. I relished the feeling of the water burning my skin. I shaved everything that needed to be shaved and washed my extravagant and colorful hair.
I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out, turning the water off. I regarded myself in the mirror, and for once felt good about myself.
I looked a lot different than I was a few weeks ago. The tips of my dark hair were dyed in a variety of pink, purple and blue. I had a nose ring and a few other piercings in my ears. (http://www.polyvore.com/sams_piercings/set?id=98234595) My skin was tan—as usual—but for some reason I felt like it looked better, smoother.
Satisfied with the new me, I threw on a baggy sweatshirt and some spandex shorts. Stepping out into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. Sitting on the table was a simple but beautiful arrangement of roses. The flowers were rich in color, deep red, placed perfectly on a small crystal vase. I walked over to them slowly, and was engulfed in their beautiful smell. Small white flowers were arranged together with the bouquet, but the roses were clearly the main attraction.
Wrapped around the stem of one of the roses was a small ribbon, with a note. I opened it tenderly and read the writing on it.

Happy Birthday you knucklehead
I don’t really know if you like flowers…….. but just pretend you do for the sake of this little present. I can’t wait to see you tonight mi chica bonita.
- Mikey Whiskey H.

This was so unexpected and so simple that it made tears sting the back of my eyes. I had never gotten a present that had so much care put into it, even if it was just a phone call to a flower shop to make a delivery. He truly did care.
I fetched my cellphone from my sweater pouch and dialed his number.
“Feliz Cumpleaños.” My man spoke in his heavy accent, trying to imitate the normal Spanish speaking. I thought it was pretty hot, to be honest.
“How the hell did you kno--?”
“Sophie.” He answered my unfinished question. Of course it was Sophie. She just had to tell him. This was so her.
I smiled. “Ah, I see.”
He chuckled sweetly. “We’re on the road right now, and everything seems to be in order so we’ll be in SD in a couple of hours.” Mike said, his voice never failing to make my insides flutter.
“Great. I can’t wait.” I say, biting my lip. “Thank you for the roses. I love them.”
He whistled. “Nice, I aced that one didn’t I?” His tone seemed heavy with self-satisfaction, and I was happy to flatter his good boyfriend senses for a couple of more minutes.
“Hey you goof, I have to go shopping with Sophie apparently, so I better get some breakfast before we leave.” I say into the phone eventually, but reluctantly.
“Alright then. See you tonight Rainbow Unicorn.”
“See you Whiskey Hands.”
I hung up and pocketed my cellphone once more. Leaning down, I sniffed the soft sweet smell of my newly gifted roses. My nose relished the treat, and I smiled to myself.
Skipping my way to the kitchen, I fixed myself a quick breakfast. After that, Sophie rushed me over to the mall to buy our outfits for tonight. I wasn’t really into shopping, but I was doing this for her, since she loved it.
We had lunch at a very nice sushi bar, where I pleased my tummy with delicious goods. Sophie insisted on paying since it was my birthday, and I eventually gave in. I didn’t want her spending any of her newly gained money on me.
My friend was doing really well in her new job, and she was so excited about it. I was happy for her, but I was also anxious. We had gone looking for a new apartment to rent, and we still hadn’t found anything. Everything was so damn expensive, and we still didn’t have enough money. Who knew life was going to be so….hard?
I noticed Sophie had barely touched her sushi roll in the whole hour we’d been sitting there chatting about random stuff. I pointed it out to her, and she smiled. Her smile seemed a little forced to me, but she started eating after that, and I decided to not pry any more into the case.
“Hey Sam, can I ask you something?” Sophie’s voice was a little raspy, growing somber.
I swallowed my sushi bite, relishing the taste and took a gulp of my iced tea. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”
Sophie looked down at her fingers, and played nervously with the hem of her shirt. “How are you feeling today?”
Oh. Well, it was my birthday. I usually hated my birthdays. And no, it’s not because I’m a bitter person and hate everyone and just simply hate the attention one gets on their birthdays. The problem was that my whole incident with Kevin had happened tonight, four years ago.
The party that Kevin had come from was my party. I was too tired to go on at around midnight, even though he insisted that I stay, since it was officially a new day and also my birthday. I decided to stay a little longer, noticing as he gulped down drink after drink.
We were hanging out with a couple of his friends, and after another half hour where everyone made a big deal out of the fact that it was my birthday, I decided I wanted to leave. I asked Kevin for the keys of his apartment, since he lived just down the street from the club we were at, and I left. He wasn’t too pleased about this, and by the time he came back he was way beyond wasted.
So my 20th birthday had started at a club, surrounded by alcohol and drugs. I had crashed early, despite the fact that I was supposed to be celebrating. I had my boyfriend come home drunk and try to abuse me. I had stabbed him and was willing to let him die for torturing and tormenting me into the break of dawn. I had sat in an emergency room, bawling my eyes out, waiting for news as to whether I had become a murderer or not in the morning of my birthday.
It was safe to say the rest of that day wasn’t pleasant either.
So now, Sophie was asking me how I felt. I usually felt terrible on my birthdays, drowning in vivid images and nightmares and flashbacks. I was afraid of my birthdays, and that’s why I didn’t like them.
They reminded me of the day where I had lost my sanity and I had plunged down into the deep dark hole that I had barely crawled my way out of a couple of years ago.
“I actually…………I’m okay. I feel good.” I nodded, slowly, looking into her eyes. I straightened my spine, and tried to make my eyes as sincere as I could. “I’m just so happy to see Mike tonight. That’s really keeping my mind off of things.”
Sophie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m really happy to hear that Sam. You have no idea how much I’m grateful that you found Mike. Thanks to him I’ve seen you smile more in four months than I’ve seen you in four years!”
I looked down, my cheeks burning a little red. “Well yeah, I guess you’re right.”
We finished out sushi with small talk, laughing and joking, remembering all of our good times together.
I missed hanging out with Sophie like this. Lately, with both of us working on our new jobs, we rarely spent time just the two of us chatting. I definitely appreciated these moments.
We paid our food, and left. This was going to be a good day.



I stood in front of the mirror and regarded my appearance. I had decided to go for a pretty simple outfit, since I wanted to really enjoy the concert. I wanted to wear sneakers or converse, but Sophie insisted on heels. I eventually gave in, since she claimed that I had to look pretty for when Mike saw me after more than a month. The heels I was using were pretty comfortable, so I had agreed on wearing them. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=98719595&.locale=es)
My make-up was simple and elegant. A little black eyeliner was the trick. My hair was down below my waist in long wavy curls, the bright colors at the tips of my dark mane coming out.
As ready as I was going to be to see Mike in a couple of hours, I decided to see if my best friend was ready yet. I knocked on her bedroom door, but there was no answer. I pushed it open, and was instantly startled by the sound of the shower running. Funny, I heard her taking a shower more than an hour ago. Why was the water running?
“Sophie?” I called out, but there was no response. “Soph!” I yelled. No reply.
My heart started beating in my chest wildly, my senses growing wild. This wasn’t normal, this wasn’t like her.
I ran to the bathroom door, and swung it open in one swift movement, not even bothering to knock. I sucked in a sharp breath, and kneeled down on the floor where my best friend in the whole world was bending over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably.
I rubbed her back, a little panicked. Why was she like this? Was she sick? Oh God, what was I going to do?
Her vomiting came until there was nothing more to get out. She dry-heaved a couple of times, her expression twisting into a mask of pain and disgust.
I stood up quickly and went over to shut off the running water in the shower. The steam from the hot water had clouded the room, and I could barely make out a sweating and weak Sophie leaning her forehead against the cool marble of the wall.
I sat in front of her and regarded her quietly. I knew something was wrong, just by looking into her eyes. You see, that’s the thing about best friends; sometimes, you don’t even need to have them say it, you just know when they’re not okay or when they’re hurting.
Sophie was not okay, that was evident. My eyes darted down to her right hand. It was covered in her own waste. Puzzle pieces clicked inside my head.
“How long have you been doing this?” I ask quietly, my eyes never leaving hers.
Her expression becomes fierce, and her piercing green eyes burn into mine. I know she’s about to fight back, to deny it, but I can also see the fight leaving her. She closes her eyes and sighs heavily, reaching behind her for a piece of toilet paper to wipe her hand clean. “A couple of months.”
I nod, my eyes never leaving her. “Why?”
She was so gorgeous. She was beyond that. She had beautiful eyes, long wavy blonde hair, the body any woman would die for, and such a shining personality. I couldn’t understand.
Sophie looked away and bit her lip. There was vomit on her chin, but I bit my tongue and said nothing about it. “I—I just. I……………I really like Tony Sam, and—“ her voice catches, and she closes her eyes, breathing deeply. “I don’t want to lose him.”
Okay, I could understand that, but why this? My eyes questioned her. She continued, “He’s a rock star Sam, it’s obvious that he has a line of thousands of girls that could easily tempt him into leaving me or forgetting about me. I don’t know, I thought if I lost a little more weight, I’d look prettier, or fitter, and he wouldn’t have the need to—“ to replace me. She didn’t have to finish, I could see it written all over her expression.
No Sophie. You’re perfect as you are. I reached over and took her clean hand in both of mine, squeezing tightly. “Sophie—you know you don’t need this.”
Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “I couldn’t stop Sam. I swear, I only did it a couple of times, and tonight I couldn’t stop. It just kept coming back up and I felt like I was dying. I got scared.”
Her body probably couldn’t handle induced vomiting. It made me sad to know my best friend inthe world was going through this. I knew what it felt like to not feel enough, I knew what it was like to look at yourself in the mirror and hate what you were seeing. But—Sophie?­ I just would’ve never imagined.
I scooted over to where she was curling in a little ball and wrapped my arms around her. I rested my cheek on the top of her head and waited until she cried it all out. The anger, the hatred, the remorse, the guilt, and the feeling of not being good enough. I knew how overwhelming it could be, so I just let her cry into my shoulder, not saying a word, just being there for her.
Eventually, after quite a while, she calmed down. Her voice was small weak when she spoke.
“Please, don’t tell Tony.”
My breath caught. “Sophie I—I can’t keep quiet about this.”
She looked away, her lower lip trembling. “I didn’t say anything about your problem back in the day. You asked me not to, and I didn’t say a word.”
Of course, she was right. She was talking about my cutting. Even though they were long shut closed and in the past, the horizontal rough scars on my upper thighs seem to pulse underneath my shorts. I fisted my hands and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Okay, you’re right. But Sophie, you can’t keep doing this.” My voice is a strain to control, I don’t want her to listen how hurt I was by her comment.
“I know. I—I’ll try.”
“Please do sweetie.” I hug her close to me and kiss her head. She smiles into my neck and wraps her arms around my waist.
“I love you best friend.” She whispers, her voice low and sad.
I close my eyes. “As do I.”


After finally managing to get her into the shower to clean up, an hour later Sophie was all dressed up and ready to go to the concert. Of course, she looked gorgeous as always. (http://www.polyvore.com/sophie_concert_outfit/set?id=99890648)
“Okay, so the venue is half an hour away, and the concert starts in two hours, do you want to get going?” Sophie asks, reapplying her lipstick on my bathroom mirror.
Her previous episode was forgotten. I decided to keep my mind off of it for tonight, but I was definitely going to keep an eye on her. I couldn’t let her keep doing this.
“Ummm, let’s get going.” I say, because I don’t really have any idea of what we could do right now. All I want to do is see my handsome guy, and kiss his precious full lips.
Sophie agrees with me, and she calls Jess and Lena.
“Hey girls, are you ready?”


Forty-five minutes later, the four of us—Lena, Jess, Sophie and me—exited Sophie’s worn down Tsuru and walked up the street to the venue. Already there was a huge line of people waiting to enter, and I had no doubt that they had probably been here since the morning. They’d be opening the gates for them soon, so Jess urged us to hurry up.
“Where are we supposed to go?” Lena asked, wrapping her arms around her small frame. There was a little wind blowing, and it looked like it would rain maybe, which was cool because the concert was going to be outdoors.
Jess smileed back at us. “Don’t worry girls, I’ve come to their concerts plenty of times throughout the years. Follow me.”
So we did.
A couple of minutes later, Jess had guided us to a back metal door, where a lone man was standing guard outside, a clipboard in his hands. Jess came up to him and saluted him as if he were a longtime friend.
He smiled at her, and looked back at us. “Names?” He asked. He seemed nice enough, and we all said our names, one after the other.
He checked his list and nodded four times, after each name was mentioned. “Okay, everything’s set. Come in girls.”
My stomach flipped. This was it. I was coming in backstage to a Pierce The Veil, A Day To Remember and Sleeping With Sirens concert. Could this be more perfect? I don’t think so.
We stepped in through the door, into a dimly lit hallway. We passed several dressing rooms, all of them empty it seemed, until Jess guided us to a more open common area.
A handsome guy was talking to another guy, who seemed to be shaved and had big round eyes. Jess greeted them. “Hey Casey, Adam!”
Both of them turned to look at us at the same time, smiling broadly. “Hey Jess.” The handsome guy said embracing her, followed by the other one, Adam.
“Holy hell you’re Adam Elmakias.” I mutter, not really conscious about my words until they stumble out of my mouth.
Adam regards me with curious eyes, and smiles. “Yeah, that’s me. You are--?”
I shook my head, smiling like a goof. “Samantha Martinez. Sam.” I say.
He smiled. “Oh yeah! You’re Mike’s girl. Nice to meet you.”
Mmmmm, I’m Mike’s girl. I like that a lot.
The handsome one—Casey—greeted me with an unexpected hug. “It’s your birthday isn’t it? Congratulations!”
For once, I felt special on this day. I grinned insanely and said thank you. The boys greet the rest of the girls after being introduced, and quickly learn that they’re the girls Vic and Tony never shut up about.
It was nice hearing that the guys say things about us, and it was nice hearing that they cared.
“Well, the guys are probably doing their pre-show warm ups in their dressing rooms. They’re down the hall if you girls want to go.”
Jess thanked Casey on behalf of us four, and we walked towards the direction he pointed us to go. As we walk down, I unconsciously peek inside a couple of the rooms where the door was open, and stop dead in my tracks. Standing in front of me is Jeremy Mckinnon.
“Whoops—didn’t see you there! Sorry.” He smiled at me sweetly and steadies me with his strong hands. He smiles at the other girls and walks down the other way, clearly in a little hurry to get somewhere.
“Holy fucking hell.” I breathe, my chest heavy. Lena is standing with her mouth gaping open, and Sophie doesn’t seem to really know who he is, but seems excited anyways.
Jess laughed sweetly at this moment, and rolls her eyes. “You’re all so new to this, it’s so amusing to watch.”
Sophie punched her in the stomach playfully, and we all chuckle as we keep walking down the hall. Eventually, we reach a door marked PTV. My heart hammers in my chest, and I hear loud voices from inside.
“YOU FUCKING IDIOT—“someone laughs, “THAT WAS MINE.” A loud crash and a series of grunts, followed by a loud chorus of cheers and hoots.
Jess rolls her eyes, smiling insanely. “Here we go girls.”
She turns the knob slowly, and swings the door open.
Lying on the floor, are Tony and Jaime. They seem to be wrestling playfully, and Mike and Vic stop their hooting dead in their tracks when they see us.
Tony and Jaime break their fight when they realize they’re not alone anymore, and Tony’s face spreads into the goofiest and sweetest smile when he sees my Sophie, all petite and adorable.
She runs to his arms, squealing like a little child, and he lifts her up in the air, her blonde hair wild in the air. Jaime wastes no time and runs up to Jess, planting a hard kiss on her lips and wrapping his arms around her. Lena, on the other hand, is a little shyer. She looks down at the ground, biting her lip until Vic comes up to her. He sweetly caresses her cheek with his fingertips and tilts her chin up, forcing eye contact.
“Hey.” He smiles.
She smiles back up at him, and her arms slowly snake around his neck, pulling him close.
Me—well I only had eyes for my man. He was standing there, all tall and handsome, with a sexy smirk playing on his lips. He spreads his arms wide, and before I know it, I’m running. I run across the room with one single word consuming the majority of my mind. Four sweet letters that caress my lips as they shout out the most beautiful name in the world.
“Mike!”
My love smiles at me. “Hey baby girl.” His hands clamp down on my waist, lifting me up in the air. Before I even know what’s happening with me, my legs wrap around him and my hands cup his face, pulling his lips to mine.
He lets out a grunt of surprise, but instantly closes his eyelids. His lifts are soft and slow against mine, but this isn’t what I want—not after more than a month of not seeing him.
I pull his lower lip between my teeth, and am gratified by the sound of satisfaction emanating from deep in his throat. His hands are hot on my sides, and my legs are hooked around his waist, reluctant to let go.
His tongue grazes my lower lip and I smile against our kiss. “I missed you.”
He smiles back. “Missing is a fucking underestimation for me.”
I chuckle, and sigh deeply as he places me down on the floor again. I stand up on my tiptoes and give him a last peck on the lips. Okay—two. Three then.
After all of our couple love reunions, I greet the rest of the guys, and they all make their round of congratulations.
“Twenty-four! You’re getting old girl.” Vic teases, and I flick him.
The rest of them laugh at my non-amused expression, and I eventually give in and join them. Mike’s hand rests on my waist, and the simple weight and warmth of it brings so much comfort to me that I can’t even begin to explain.
We all chat in the dressing room for about half an hour, hearing all their crazy stories from the tour. Us girls tell them about how lonely we were, and Sophie and I inform them about our new jobs. We both get congratulated by them.
Eventually, Casey pops in. “Hey guys, you’re up. It’s show time.”
“Shit’s about to get down.” Mike whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and arousing Goosebumps on my skin.
“Good luck babe.” I say, as we walk towards the stage, hand in hand. I kiss him on the lips and he smiles at me. The boys go out into the screaming crowd, and the four of us girls watch from the sidelines.
Their set was incredible. They played with passion and heart and they seemed to be having the time of their lives. I wondered what it felt like to feel this happy every night, and I was really hoping I could someday find something that makes me as happy as music makes them.
Their playlist included:
·May These Noises Startle You In You Sleep Tonight
·Hell Above
·Bulls In The Bronx
·A Match Into Water
·Besitos
·I Don’t Care If You’re Contagious
·Bulletproof Love
·Hold On Till May
·Yeah Boy and Doll Face
·Caraphernelia
·King For A Day
On the last two songs, my heart almost stopped as Jeremy Mckinnon and Kellin Quinn pass right beside us to make their appearance on the stage. The crowd goes wild as this happens, and it just amazes me how much my life has changed in the past couple of months since I met Mike.
I never would’ve imagined this would happen, and I felt for once like the luckiest girl in the world.
Sleeping With Sirens was the next set, and as Mike and the boys went back to their room to chill out and rest, I stayed with the girls and watched them perform. Needless to say, they rocked.
Their playlist:
·Do It Now, Remember It Later
·If I’m James Dean, You’re Audrey Hepburn
·Alone
·If You Can’t Hang
·With Ears To See And Eyes To Hear
·Low
·I’ll Take You There
·A Trophy Father’s Trophy Son
·Lets Cheers To This
·Captain Tyin’ Knots and Mr. Walkway
Last but not least, was A Day To Remember. As they were going on stage, Alex Shellnutt accidentally bumped into me, and I swear I almost died. He apologized really sweetly and smiled, as Neil came from behind him and pressured him to go on. Neil and Joshua smiled at me too.
I almost melted.
Saying ADTR killed it on stage would be a grave understatement. They absolutely fucking rocked the shit out of my bones.
·I’m Made Of Wax Larry, What Are You Made Of
·2nd Sucks
·It’s Complicated
·Have Faith In Me
·This is The House That Doubt Built
·Homesick
·Mr. Highway’s Thinking About The End
·Plot To Bomb The Panhandle
·You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance
·You Had Me At Hello
·You Be Tails, I’ll Be Sonic
All in all, it was safe to say that it was the best concert in my entire life, and that probably nothing would ever top it.
After the show, and as the crowd started to disperse, all the three bands were hanging out in the PTV dressing room. The girls walked over, and we stood at the doorway, regarding the scene.
Mike motioned me to come in, and I did. He pulled me down to his lap and kissed me lightly, making me smile and blush insanely.
All of the guys were sweaty, and we basically just hung out there. Unfortunately, I never managed to wash off my starstruck smile off of my face, but however, I did manage to maintain a pretty long conversation with Alex Shellnutt, Joshua Woodard, Jeremy Mckinnon, Justin Hills, Kellin Quinn and Jack Fowler.
They were all so nice and funny. Mike would occasionally pop into the conversations I was having, say a thing or two, and then go back to his own. I really loved that he didn’t mind my absolute fangirlism and the fact that I was still awestruck.
Even though the room reeked of sweat and beer and cigarettes, I felt completely comfortable here. I felt safe. I was surrounded by all of my idols, my friends, and my love.
Eventually, time passed and soon the guys from ADTR claimed they wanted to go out. I was about to say yes, but Mike stopped me.
“You’re booked for tonight Sam.” His eyes are teasing, and his mouth is close to a smirk.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Where to?”
He crosses his arms over his chest and fakes authority. “It appears that you have a date with your dearest boyfriend, you see.”
Oh really? “Ah, I see. And where is this date you speak of?” I inch closer to him, and stand on my tiptoes, brushing my lips against his—just barely.
He smiles full on, his stubble caressing my chin. “Always so eager little one. It’s a surprise.”
I pull out my lower lip and pout up at him. “I hate surprises.”
Mike chuckles. “I’m sure you do, but you’ll just have to suck it up for tonight.”
Reluctantly, I agreed. He was right. I didn’t care what we did or where we went, but as long as I was with him I would go anywhere and do anything. I wanted to spend the rest of my birthday the best way I could—with him.
“Alright then tiger, let’s go.”
And off we went.

Notes

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