Crooked Young
Lightning Bolt
KARINA'S POV
Saying goodbye to my dad, I shut the house door and trotted down the steps, my backpack bouncing against my back. He believed I was going to stay at Elise's for the night, but in reality, I was going to the Rising concert. I'd informed Elise of my plan and, being the good friend she was, there were no issues.
Putting my earphones in, I pulled out my phone and put on some The Damned. I glanced down at my appearance once the music started, wondering if I looked alright or not. I was in an old, black Sex Pistols sleeveless top which I'd cut up - the sides open almost all the way down, but my bra hidden by a bandeau. My jeans were grey and ripped, with the odd pin and patch on them. For shoes, I decided to play it safe and went with my all black Vans.
Coming to the turn in the road, I looked up in anticipation, trying to spot the car that was suppose to be picking me up. We were being driven by Mike's older brother, Vic. Part of me was quite happy that he was our lift: it meant I could finally meet him.
A large black car came towards me, stopping right on front of where I stood on the curb. The passenger side window rolled down, and Mike's beaming face popped out.
"Get in, little one," Mike commanded merrily.
Laughing lightly to myself, I opened the door to the backseat and tossed my backpack in before climbing in myself. Tony smiled, and I could feel his eyes on me as I buckled myself in and then took my earphones out.
"Kat," Mike said, "this is my brother, Vic."
The guy in the driver's seat turned round, giving me a polite smile. "Nice to meet you," he said. Vic was much smaller than Mike, and he had a much plumper face, but the resemblance was still there.
"Let's get this show on the road," Mike said excitedly, drumming on the dashboard much to his brother's displeasure.
The car pulled away from the curb, and off we went. Soon, music was blasting through the car's speakers and we were all laughing happily. Vic told me about Mike in his younger years, and Mike told me about Vic in his younger years: the pair were constantly trying to best each other, but not in a serious manner.
It seemed like minutes before we were pulling up into a parking space. Piling out of the car, we all sang the song that had been playing on the radio as we approached the venue. There were around 30 people lined up already, and a buzz hung in the air as everyone chatted away.
Joining the end of the line, I slumped against the shutters and listened to Mike as he blabbered on about how amazing the drummer for Rising was. It was nice to see him so bubbly about something so positive.
Looking around, I noticed a guy practically skipping down the sidewalk. He had spiky hair (not in a punk way, though) and was in black jeans and a black top. He bounded over to a group of people, who cheered at his arrival, and began to converse.
"If I loose you inside, just meet me right here afterwards, okay?" Tony said.
"Mhm," I smiled, my attention still on the guy. I didn't think I'd ever seen someone with so much energy. "Oh," I blurted, suddenly remembering something. "Can we get food on the way home? I haven't had a chance to eat much today."
"Sure," Tony smiled, averting his gaze to the line growing behind us. I still hadn't wrapped my head around the fact that I was a) at a concert with him and b) was going to stay overnight at his house.
"Hey guys," said an unfamiliar voice. My eyes quickly focused on the spiky-haired guy, who was now grinning at us all. He handed me a pen, and lifted a large yellow beach ball up. "Sign it!"
"What?" I laughed, furrowing my eyebrows at him.
"Sign it, silly," he chuckled, "we're gonna throw it into the crowd."
Looking at the ball, I was amazed at all the things already on it. There were names, silly doodles, explicit doodles, and lyrics. I popped the lid off the pen and took the ball off him, nibbling the inside of my cheek as I thought about what to write.
Deciding just to go with the offensive, rude theme, I drew two boobs with "sludge" running down them. Around my little illustration, I wrote 'I FUKD UR MOM'. I handed the ball back to the guy, smirking to myself and feeling proud of my blink-182 reference.
"Nice," he nodded, handing the things over to Mike. "I'm Jaime, by the way."
"Karina," I smiled. "This is Tony, Mike and Vic."
Jaime nodded, his dimples showing as he gave a reluctant Vic an over dramatized high five. Mike handed the ball to Tony, who instantly began to draw. After a moment, a massive turtle in a bikini was covering a fifth of the ball.
Jaime took the ball back, giving me a fist bump before carrying on down the line. I really wish I could be more like Jaime, I thought. He was the kind of guy that made people love concerts even more. He made everyone feel at ease, and helped take their night to the next level. He wasn't scared of making conversation, and he didn't seem scared of what people thought: he was so free, and I found myself being rather jealous of that.
"Do you like bacon?" Tony asked me out of the blue.
"Yeah," I told him. "Why?"
"Just wondering," he winked in reply, causing my legs to wobble a bit. I thought I'd get use to him after a while, but I didn't.
My mind ended up wandering to food as a result of Tony's question. I thought about cookies, and muffins, and grapes, and ice cream, and smoothies, and apples, and chocolate, and-
"Excuse me," said a small voice. "Do you know when the doors open?"
Turning to look at the voice, I matched it up to the girl standing a meter or so away from me. She had bright blue hair, a septum piercing, and was wearing a Megadeath top.
I told her the doors open at 7, watching closely as she observed my company for a moment. It quickly became evident to me that she'd come alone. Feeling like I'd been blessed with the opportuinity to be someone else's Jaime, I tucked my hair behind my ear and told her I liked her top.
The girl smiled shyly, thanking me as she tugged at the hem, pulling it down over her petite figure. I paused for a second, trying to think of something to say. Should I compliment her again, or will she think I'm coming on to her? Should I just ask about what other bands she likes?
Clearing my throat, I asked the girl what her name was. "Tara," she said timidly.
A rather awkward silence fell. Every now and then, we'd both glance at each other and smile politely. I would've turned round and fell back into conversation with Tony, Mike and Vic, but I was determined to talk to this girl. She looked so sad, and nobody should be sad at a concert.
Jaime skipped back down the line, stopping once he seen the two of us standing quietly. It was like he could detect it. "Hello again," he exclaimed, giving me an excited wave.
"Hey, uh this is Tara," I told Jaime, gesturing towards the girl on my left. Jaime bowed, causing me to laugh, and took Tara's hand.
"It is the greatest of pleasures," he said in a horrific British accent. Tara giggled in response, letting her head drop in embarrassment.
Jaime let go of Tara and took a slow lunge backward. He inhaled, shutting his eyes, and threw his arms in the air. Then, as if that wasn't enough, he began to dance something similar to the tango, whipping his head back with each dramatic hip thrust.
"Oh my god," giggled Tara, covering her hands with her face.
Jaime stopped dancing once he'd heard Tara laugh, sticking his tongue out at me before holding his arm out to Tara. "Wanna be a total badass and skip the line with me?" He offered.
Tara looked at me, her eyes wide in shock. I nodded encouragingly, silently telling her that there was nothing to be scared of.
"I don't bite," Jaime added.
Hesitantly, she hooked arms with Jaime, who then dragged her out of her spot in the line and down the sidewalk. I smiled to myself, turning around on the spot to face the guys. Mike was smoking a cigarette, Vic was lecturing him about lung cancer, and Tony was staring up at the night sky.
It wasn't long before the line began to move, and it did so at a fairly rapid pace. Me and Tony played a game of Eye Spy in the short time we had left to wait - me failing miserably in every round. Tony was just more observant than me, I guess.
Mike dished out the tickets and then, one by one, we headed inside. I was channeled down a dark staircase before being directed through two silver doors. Inside, there were around 90 people. Some were on a raised platform where the merch was being sold, some were waiting at the small stage, and some were getting served at the bar.
"Boo," Tony whispered in my ear, causing me to nearly jump out my skin. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he sweetly kissed my cheek before looking up at our surroundings. "Fuck, it's tiny in here."
"It's going to be so amazing," I gushed.
"It is," he agreed, kissing my cheek once again.
Leaning against the shutters, I scanned the bustling crowd for Tony. Half way through the gig, when the support act came on and blew everyone away, I lost him to enter the mosh pit.
Feeling a cool breeze blow over me, I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my legs. I didn't care about the fact that my makeup was smeared, or that my hair was a bush, I just wanted to get warm and find everyone.
Still keeping a lookout, I noticed Jaime and Tara going away from the crowd, hand in hand. I felt kind of proud, like I played a part in the development of their friendship (or relationship, as it seemed).
"There you are!" Tony yelled, engulfing me in a big hug. "How much fucking fun was that?"
"It was awesome," I laughed, resting my forehead on his shoulder and shuddering. "Damn, it's chilly."
"Come on then," he said, pulling away from me but taking my hand. "The guys are back at the car already."
Nodding, I followed Tony down the dark street as we both hummed our favourite songs from the night. Mine was 'Rest Assured' by Rising, a song from an album which I'd made a mental note of buying the moment I had the chance.
When we got back to the car, Mike was hunched forward with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. I patted him on the back, both in a supportive and teasing manor, before clambering into the car where Vic was fiddling with the radio.
"Has his nose stopped bleeding yet?" He asked.
"I think so," Tony said, "he's just playing it out a little longer for sympathy."
"I can hear you, asshole!" Mike yelled, causing us all to laugh.
Buckling myself in, I snuggled up into the corner and looked out the window, the large moon hanging high in the sky. There were stars peppered around it, all twinkling and glittering, but the moon was always my favourite thing to look at.
After around 5 minutes, Mike got back in the car and we drove off. The longer the journey seemed to drag on for, the sleepier I became. I was the opposite of car sick; I was car sleepy. I always had been that way, the motion was like being in a cradle for me.
Feeling the car jolt, I was awoken to the sound of Tony whispering goodbye to Mike and Vic. I listened with closed eyes as he got out of the car, but I couldn't bring myself to do the same.
"That's you home, Kat," Vic told me.
Opening my eyes, I squinted at the bright light coming from the front seat, groaning loudly as they fluttered shut again. The door on my side opened, and I felt Tony put his arm behind me.
Rubbing my eyes, which spread the makeup further, I tiredly thanked Mike and Vic before sluggishly getting out of the car. Stretching my arms out, I yawned as I shuffled behind Tony. It was then that I noticed the bag in his hands, and my backpack slung over his shoulder. He remembered the food.
Hauling myself up his porch steps, I entered the house closely behind him, instantly being hit by the smell of something delicious. He kicked off his shoes, so I followed suit.
The house was so quiet I could hear myself breathe. Tony led me through the darkness and towards his room which, inconveniently, was at the end of the hall. He opened the creaky door and switched the light on.
The walls of his room were maroon - every inch covered in posters of guitars, bands and albums. Dropping my backpack down, he set other bag aside and went over to his drawers, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants.
Going over to my bag, I took out my cosy pajamas and set them down on the bed. There was absolutely nothing sexy about what I was about to change into: a long sleeved baby blue top covered in little lightning bolts, and the matching pants to go with it.
Feeling too exausted to care about Tony seeing me change, I yanked my top up over my head, leaving me in my jeans and bandeau. I slipped the pajamas shirt on and buttoned it up, pulling my bandeau out from underneath when I was done. I then tugged my jeans off and quickly put on my pants.
"The toilet is just- oh," Tony breathed, his eyes trailing down my body as an adorable smirk came across his face. "Nice pjs."
"Thank you," I laughed quietly, sticking my tongue out at him.
Tony pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned, tanned body. I tried to pry my eyes away, but I couldn't. I could barely gulp, for that matter. Turning away from me, he unzipped his jeans and shook them off, grabbing his sweatpants and stepping into them. As he bent over to lift them up, my eyes focused on his figure thoughtlessly.
"You can sleep on my bed," he told me, tossing his dirty clothes into a wash basket.
"Are you sure?" I asked, watching as his shirtless self sat down on the little camp bed his mum had set up.
"Yes, I'm sure," he insisted.
Telling him that he didn't have to take the shitty bed for me, I turned out the light and then, with great caution, found my way to his bed. The mattress dipped as I crawled up to the top, lifting the covers and sliding myself in.
"Tony?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I feel guilty stealing your bed," I confessed. "If you won't swap, at least let me share?"
There was a moment of painful silence.
"Seriously? You don't have to."
"No, it's fine," I ensured him, scooting to one side of the bed.
I listened as the sound of Tony switching filled my ears, the covers lifting before I felt his body brush against mine. I rolled on to my side, facing away from him, and inwardly prayed that he'd come closer to me.
Just as I hoped, I felt his arm drape over my waist, pulling me back into him. His warm breathe tickled the skin of my neck, and his leg moved on top of mine. Knowing that his bare chest was against my back made me blush furiously - just when I thought I'd controlled myself, and my butterflies, he'd move a little and start it all back up again.
"Goodnight, Kat."
"Night, Tone."
"Oh, and just for the record, I think your pajamas are insanely sexy."
Saying goodbye to my dad, I shut the house door and trotted down the steps, my backpack bouncing against my back. He believed I was going to stay at Elise's for the night, but in reality, I was going to the Rising concert. I'd informed Elise of my plan and, being the good friend she was, there were no issues.
Putting my earphones in, I pulled out my phone and put on some The Damned. I glanced down at my appearance once the music started, wondering if I looked alright or not. I was in an old, black Sex Pistols sleeveless top which I'd cut up - the sides open almost all the way down, but my bra hidden by a bandeau. My jeans were grey and ripped, with the odd pin and patch on them. For shoes, I decided to play it safe and went with my all black Vans.
Coming to the turn in the road, I looked up in anticipation, trying to spot the car that was suppose to be picking me up. We were being driven by Mike's older brother, Vic. Part of me was quite happy that he was our lift: it meant I could finally meet him.
A large black car came towards me, stopping right on front of where I stood on the curb. The passenger side window rolled down, and Mike's beaming face popped out.
"Get in, little one," Mike commanded merrily.
Laughing lightly to myself, I opened the door to the backseat and tossed my backpack in before climbing in myself. Tony smiled, and I could feel his eyes on me as I buckled myself in and then took my earphones out.
"Kat," Mike said, "this is my brother, Vic."
The guy in the driver's seat turned round, giving me a polite smile. "Nice to meet you," he said. Vic was much smaller than Mike, and he had a much plumper face, but the resemblance was still there.
"Let's get this show on the road," Mike said excitedly, drumming on the dashboard much to his brother's displeasure.
The car pulled away from the curb, and off we went. Soon, music was blasting through the car's speakers and we were all laughing happily. Vic told me about Mike in his younger years, and Mike told me about Vic in his younger years: the pair were constantly trying to best each other, but not in a serious manner.
It seemed like minutes before we were pulling up into a parking space. Piling out of the car, we all sang the song that had been playing on the radio as we approached the venue. There were around 30 people lined up already, and a buzz hung in the air as everyone chatted away.
Joining the end of the line, I slumped against the shutters and listened to Mike as he blabbered on about how amazing the drummer for Rising was. It was nice to see him so bubbly about something so positive.
Looking around, I noticed a guy practically skipping down the sidewalk. He had spiky hair (not in a punk way, though) and was in black jeans and a black top. He bounded over to a group of people, who cheered at his arrival, and began to converse.
"If I loose you inside, just meet me right here afterwards, okay?" Tony said.
"Mhm," I smiled, my attention still on the guy. I didn't think I'd ever seen someone with so much energy. "Oh," I blurted, suddenly remembering something. "Can we get food on the way home? I haven't had a chance to eat much today."
"Sure," Tony smiled, averting his gaze to the line growing behind us. I still hadn't wrapped my head around the fact that I was a) at a concert with him and b) was going to stay overnight at his house.
"Hey guys," said an unfamiliar voice. My eyes quickly focused on the spiky-haired guy, who was now grinning at us all. He handed me a pen, and lifted a large yellow beach ball up. "Sign it!"
"What?" I laughed, furrowing my eyebrows at him.
"Sign it, silly," he chuckled, "we're gonna throw it into the crowd."
Looking at the ball, I was amazed at all the things already on it. There were names, silly doodles, explicit doodles, and lyrics. I popped the lid off the pen and took the ball off him, nibbling the inside of my cheek as I thought about what to write.
Deciding just to go with the offensive, rude theme, I drew two boobs with "sludge" running down them. Around my little illustration, I wrote 'I FUKD UR MOM'. I handed the ball back to the guy, smirking to myself and feeling proud of my blink-182 reference.
"Nice," he nodded, handing the things over to Mike. "I'm Jaime, by the way."
"Karina," I smiled. "This is Tony, Mike and Vic."
Jaime nodded, his dimples showing as he gave a reluctant Vic an over dramatized high five. Mike handed the ball to Tony, who instantly began to draw. After a moment, a massive turtle in a bikini was covering a fifth of the ball.
Jaime took the ball back, giving me a fist bump before carrying on down the line. I really wish I could be more like Jaime, I thought. He was the kind of guy that made people love concerts even more. He made everyone feel at ease, and helped take their night to the next level. He wasn't scared of making conversation, and he didn't seem scared of what people thought: he was so free, and I found myself being rather jealous of that.
"Do you like bacon?" Tony asked me out of the blue.
"Yeah," I told him. "Why?"
"Just wondering," he winked in reply, causing my legs to wobble a bit. I thought I'd get use to him after a while, but I didn't.
My mind ended up wandering to food as a result of Tony's question. I thought about cookies, and muffins, and grapes, and ice cream, and smoothies, and apples, and chocolate, and-
"Excuse me," said a small voice. "Do you know when the doors open?"
Turning to look at the voice, I matched it up to the girl standing a meter or so away from me. She had bright blue hair, a septum piercing, and was wearing a Megadeath top.
I told her the doors open at 7, watching closely as she observed my company for a moment. It quickly became evident to me that she'd come alone. Feeling like I'd been blessed with the opportuinity to be someone else's Jaime, I tucked my hair behind my ear and told her I liked her top.
The girl smiled shyly, thanking me as she tugged at the hem, pulling it down over her petite figure. I paused for a second, trying to think of something to say. Should I compliment her again, or will she think I'm coming on to her? Should I just ask about what other bands she likes?
Clearing my throat, I asked the girl what her name was. "Tara," she said timidly.
A rather awkward silence fell. Every now and then, we'd both glance at each other and smile politely. I would've turned round and fell back into conversation with Tony, Mike and Vic, but I was determined to talk to this girl. She looked so sad, and nobody should be sad at a concert.
Jaime skipped back down the line, stopping once he seen the two of us standing quietly. It was like he could detect it. "Hello again," he exclaimed, giving me an excited wave.
"Hey, uh this is Tara," I told Jaime, gesturing towards the girl on my left. Jaime bowed, causing me to laugh, and took Tara's hand.
"It is the greatest of pleasures," he said in a horrific British accent. Tara giggled in response, letting her head drop in embarrassment.
Jaime let go of Tara and took a slow lunge backward. He inhaled, shutting his eyes, and threw his arms in the air. Then, as if that wasn't enough, he began to dance something similar to the tango, whipping his head back with each dramatic hip thrust.
"Oh my god," giggled Tara, covering her hands with her face.
Jaime stopped dancing once he'd heard Tara laugh, sticking his tongue out at me before holding his arm out to Tara. "Wanna be a total badass and skip the line with me?" He offered.
Tara looked at me, her eyes wide in shock. I nodded encouragingly, silently telling her that there was nothing to be scared of.
"I don't bite," Jaime added.
Hesitantly, she hooked arms with Jaime, who then dragged her out of her spot in the line and down the sidewalk. I smiled to myself, turning around on the spot to face the guys. Mike was smoking a cigarette, Vic was lecturing him about lung cancer, and Tony was staring up at the night sky.
It wasn't long before the line began to move, and it did so at a fairly rapid pace. Me and Tony played a game of Eye Spy in the short time we had left to wait - me failing miserably in every round. Tony was just more observant than me, I guess.
Mike dished out the tickets and then, one by one, we headed inside. I was channeled down a dark staircase before being directed through two silver doors. Inside, there were around 90 people. Some were on a raised platform where the merch was being sold, some were waiting at the small stage, and some were getting served at the bar.
"Boo," Tony whispered in my ear, causing me to nearly jump out my skin. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he sweetly kissed my cheek before looking up at our surroundings. "Fuck, it's tiny in here."
"It's going to be so amazing," I gushed.
"It is," he agreed, kissing my cheek once again.
Leaning against the shutters, I scanned the bustling crowd for Tony. Half way through the gig, when the support act came on and blew everyone away, I lost him to enter the mosh pit.
Feeling a cool breeze blow over me, I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my legs. I didn't care about the fact that my makeup was smeared, or that my hair was a bush, I just wanted to get warm and find everyone.
Still keeping a lookout, I noticed Jaime and Tara going away from the crowd, hand in hand. I felt kind of proud, like I played a part in the development of their friendship (or relationship, as it seemed).
"There you are!" Tony yelled, engulfing me in a big hug. "How much fucking fun was that?"
"It was awesome," I laughed, resting my forehead on his shoulder and shuddering. "Damn, it's chilly."
"Come on then," he said, pulling away from me but taking my hand. "The guys are back at the car already."
Nodding, I followed Tony down the dark street as we both hummed our favourite songs from the night. Mine was 'Rest Assured' by Rising, a song from an album which I'd made a mental note of buying the moment I had the chance.
When we got back to the car, Mike was hunched forward with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. I patted him on the back, both in a supportive and teasing manor, before clambering into the car where Vic was fiddling with the radio.
"Has his nose stopped bleeding yet?" He asked.
"I think so," Tony said, "he's just playing it out a little longer for sympathy."
"I can hear you, asshole!" Mike yelled, causing us all to laugh.
Buckling myself in, I snuggled up into the corner and looked out the window, the large moon hanging high in the sky. There were stars peppered around it, all twinkling and glittering, but the moon was always my favourite thing to look at.
After around 5 minutes, Mike got back in the car and we drove off. The longer the journey seemed to drag on for, the sleepier I became. I was the opposite of car sick; I was car sleepy. I always had been that way, the motion was like being in a cradle for me.
Feeling the car jolt, I was awoken to the sound of Tony whispering goodbye to Mike and Vic. I listened with closed eyes as he got out of the car, but I couldn't bring myself to do the same.
"That's you home, Kat," Vic told me.
Opening my eyes, I squinted at the bright light coming from the front seat, groaning loudly as they fluttered shut again. The door on my side opened, and I felt Tony put his arm behind me.
Rubbing my eyes, which spread the makeup further, I tiredly thanked Mike and Vic before sluggishly getting out of the car. Stretching my arms out, I yawned as I shuffled behind Tony. It was then that I noticed the bag in his hands, and my backpack slung over his shoulder. He remembered the food.
Hauling myself up his porch steps, I entered the house closely behind him, instantly being hit by the smell of something delicious. He kicked off his shoes, so I followed suit.
The house was so quiet I could hear myself breathe. Tony led me through the darkness and towards his room which, inconveniently, was at the end of the hall. He opened the creaky door and switched the light on.
The walls of his room were maroon - every inch covered in posters of guitars, bands and albums. Dropping my backpack down, he set other bag aside and went over to his drawers, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants.
Going over to my bag, I took out my cosy pajamas and set them down on the bed. There was absolutely nothing sexy about what I was about to change into: a long sleeved baby blue top covered in little lightning bolts, and the matching pants to go with it.
Feeling too exausted to care about Tony seeing me change, I yanked my top up over my head, leaving me in my jeans and bandeau. I slipped the pajamas shirt on and buttoned it up, pulling my bandeau out from underneath when I was done. I then tugged my jeans off and quickly put on my pants.
"The toilet is just- oh," Tony breathed, his eyes trailing down my body as an adorable smirk came across his face. "Nice pjs."
"Thank you," I laughed quietly, sticking my tongue out at him.
Tony pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned, tanned body. I tried to pry my eyes away, but I couldn't. I could barely gulp, for that matter. Turning away from me, he unzipped his jeans and shook them off, grabbing his sweatpants and stepping into them. As he bent over to lift them up, my eyes focused on his figure thoughtlessly.
"You can sleep on my bed," he told me, tossing his dirty clothes into a wash basket.
"Are you sure?" I asked, watching as his shirtless self sat down on the little camp bed his mum had set up.
"Yes, I'm sure," he insisted.
Telling him that he didn't have to take the shitty bed for me, I turned out the light and then, with great caution, found my way to his bed. The mattress dipped as I crawled up to the top, lifting the covers and sliding myself in.
"Tony?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I feel guilty stealing your bed," I confessed. "If you won't swap, at least let me share?"
There was a moment of painful silence.
"Seriously? You don't have to."
"No, it's fine," I ensured him, scooting to one side of the bed.
I listened as the sound of Tony switching filled my ears, the covers lifting before I felt his body brush against mine. I rolled on to my side, facing away from him, and inwardly prayed that he'd come closer to me.
Just as I hoped, I felt his arm drape over my waist, pulling me back into him. His warm breathe tickled the skin of my neck, and his leg moved on top of mine. Knowing that his bare chest was against my back made me blush furiously - just when I thought I'd controlled myself, and my butterflies, he'd move a little and start it all back up again.
"Goodnight, Kat."
"Night, Tone."
"Oh, and just for the record, I think your pajamas are insanely sexy."
Notes
this chapter is based on a few true stories! I always meet people at concerts, and thats one of the reasons I love it so much. You get to interact with all these people who like the same stuff as you, and they dont care about how silly you look when you fall out of the pit of smear your makeup. Agh, I love concerts.
anyway, thank you for reading :) x
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7/6/15