Girl at the Rock Show

Chapter opne-Best Friends & Acid Tears

Hey, peeps. Alex here. What up? The purpose of this introduction is to inform those of you, who either haven’t had the privilege of reading my previous confession, or forgot it and is too lazy to read it again. Ok, so. My name is Alex Wyatt, short for Alexie; I’m 19 years old, I have a crappy job a the local Hot Topic, and, as of two and half years ago, single. My ex, who just happens to be the love of my life, was made move to, of all places, California. That’s on the other side of the freakin’ country! It took me 6 months to stop moping and go out at night again, but I’m still not dating. Chris, my ex, promised me that, when he was old enough, and had the money, he’d come and find me again. I’m not holding him to it though. At least not for at least 3 years. Even after he finds a job, he’ll have to work his butt off to keep it. He’s just like that. But there’s a tiny thread of hope deep inside that I’m clinging to. My friends think I’m crazy. Did I tell you about my friends? No? Ok, then, I shall. My two bestest friends in all the whole wide world are Haven Bloom, and my fraternal twin sister, Rose. Haven’s about my height, lean, dark-skinned, with longish brown hair with golden streaks and gorgeous hazel eyes. Rosie’s about 4’10½” with short brown hair, and blueish-gray eyes. Both are very pretty, though they deny it. My other friends are Damien, my large, gay friend; Lexi, my stunningly beautiful, super nice friend who knows everything about everyone; Andrew, Lexi’s monkey-esque boyfriend; Billy, Rose’s loyal, most recent boyfriend; his sister, Iris, and Drake, our little pyromaniac friend. Haven’s reading over my shoulder and telling me I should describe myself. Fine. I’m about 5’ 7½” with long reddish blonde hair, bright green eyes, lean…err…developed…yeah. I’m your typical rocker chick, black nails, nose ring…yes, I’ve got a nose ring, get over it. Yeah, so…. that’s about it, I guess.

March 15, 2005 Noon

“Yesssss!” I shouted, pumping my fists in the air.

“What now?” Billy asked from the doorway. Billy, 20, was living with Rose and I, since his parents kicked him out, and he had, like, no money. Haven didn’t really live with us, as much as spent all her time at our house. Same with Lexi. You might be wondering what our parents thought about this. Don’t, coz, they live in Hawaii. They moved there when we graduated high school. It’s very complicated. Our other friends will probably be moving in, too, since we have so many rooms. Our house is huge. But, at the moment, we only have Billy, and he’s legally an adult and since we are too we can keep the house, since our parents still pay for it from Hawaii, and they send us money every month. Anyway…

“I got the Green Day tickets!” I near screamed, waking up Rose who was asleep on the couch.

“Awesome!” Billy grinned, sitting next to Rose.

At that moment, Haven came out of the kitchen clutching her prized drumsticks. She drummed on my head for a few seconds before asking, “We in the pit?”

“No,” I grunted. Rose squealed. This could have been because she was happy about the tickets and not being in the pit, since she’s afraid of them, but that was unlikely. It was probably because Billy was tickling her. “Get a room, you two,” I growled, before returning my attention to Hav'. “Of course we aren’t. Those things are dangerous!” Haven nodded in agreement before making her way to the kitchen, drumming on random things along the way. I shook my head, and returned my attention to the computer. My screensaver had started up, so I sat back and watched the pictures roll across the screen. A joyous grin crept across my face, as a picture of Rose and I at a Hoobastank concert appeared on the screen. As the picture faded, so did my smile. A picture of Chris and I at the same concert replaced it. Hot tears formed behind my eyes, and I began to wonder if I really wanted to go to the Green Day concert after all. Of course you do, I told myself firmly. You’ve been looking forward to this concert for months! You’re going whether you like it or not. And you’re going to enjoy your self! I had no idea how much.