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Paint You Wings

one

“Don’t you think you’re getting a little old for these bands?” I glanced around at all the teens clad in shorts so short that if I ever walked past my mother in a pair she would pass out before yelling at me. How they could even stand in those things in this chilly air I don’t know because I was shivering in my jeans. They all wore t-shirts, four familiar faces adorning them.

My best friend Brianna Taylor stood next to me, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, whether from anticipation or trying to keep warm I don’t know. She shook her head, perfect golden curls swished back and forth in the air with the movement. “No,” she retorted, glancing at me briefly for a moment to roll her pale green eyes at me. “You’re only as young as you feel. Plus, this is their hometown we have to go and support them.” She silenced me with a nonchalant wave of her manicured hand.

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at her. “I’m sure they care that we came to support them Bree,” I murmured sarcastically. Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I was sure I was going to get hypothermia or something.

Here I was twenty two years of age standing outside in the freezing cold, surrounded by a bunch of teenagers and my friend who was a year older than me – although she may as well be one of those teenagers from how she acted – was telling me we had to support a band just because we lived in their hometown. The urge to slap her had never been harder to resist.

I tried not to think that I could be at home instead, cuddled up on the couch with my gorgeous daughter watching one of those silly fairy tales she adored. It sounded like a much better night than this, but I had made a promise to Brianna, without actually knowing what I was agreeing to. If I had known it would be going to seethem I would have adamantly refused.

“Cheer up Ruby! This is meant to be a fun night,”

I turned to her and gave her a tight-lipped smile, hoping it was convincing enough that she would let it go. Instead she rose up her camera and clicked away. I blinked, the flash momentarily blinding me. When her face finally came back into focus, a cheeky grin upon her lips, I glared at her. Not for long though, Brianna had always had one of those infectious smiles and I soon found myself grinning with her. I still believed this was how she got the attention of every male around her, her gorgeous looks and infectious grin was enough to make any man succumb to her.

“Please form a single file line and slowly make your way towards the doors,” the security at the doors ordered in a loud tone. All the teenage girls who had been singing suddenly shut up and I found myself thanking God for that, some of those girls were as tone deaf as my Nana.

They faced the front of the queue, shuffling themselves into a single file line with almost identical expressions of excitement upon their faces.

“I’m only staying for the opening acts,” I warned her, wagging my pointer finger in her direction. She sighed and opened her mouth, a protest on her tongue for sure. “You know how I hate leaving Gracie at my parents’ house.” Of course she knew I hated leaving my innocent five year old there, she knew the minor reason I’d told her and everyone else. How my parents were getting too old to run around after a rambunctious child. No one knew the real reason and no one ever would.

Before long we were being hustled into the overcrowded building, I grinned for the simple fact that I was no longer freezing my ass off. Shucking my coat off, I passed it to the attendant at the cloak room and slipped the paper ticket number into my jeans pocket. Brianna was busy chattering excitedly about seeing her favourite band member to a girl who looked like she was about seventeen. I rolled my eyes and leaned in close to her and whispered into her ear, “I’m going to get a drink, you want anything?”

She nodded her head, stopping her conversation long enough to inform me that she indeed did want a drink. “Vodka and coke please darling.” I closed my eyes and prayed that she wouldn’t notice the difference if I only got her a coke. Brianna wasn’t known for holding her alcohol and I sure as hell wasn’t staying longer to haul her drunken ass home.

I slowly made my way into the main hall, resisting the urge to elbow everyone who got in my way. Music was blasting from a stereo, my ears rung for a while before they became accustomed to the overly loud rock pumping out of the speakers. I swayed over to the bar which was mostly empty, something I wasn’t used to. In the clubs Brianna usually dragged me out to on our fortnightly escapades; the bar was always crowded and took nearly twenty minutes to get served.

Although, a group of girls who looked to be about sixteen were hovering at the far end of the bar fluttering their eyelashes at one of the barmen. They had obviously tugged their tops down to reveal a little more of their, uhm, assets. Still the barman looked at them and demanded they show him some id. I chuckled; a flash of me at that age doing the exact same thing flew through my mind, the only difference was I succeeded.

The bartender eventually gave up on them and instead walked away to where I was leaning against the marble countertop, leaving behind some pretty disgruntled teens. “What can I get you gorgeous?” I grinned flirtatiously, flicking my hair over my shoulder before levelling my gaze at him.

He was pretty cute. Dark emerald eyes that I was sure had many girls dropping their pants. His curly blonde hair fell into those eyes and he had these plump, red lips that looked so kissable that I almost found myself wanting to kiss him. There was a time when I would have too, but now I had responsibilities. “A large whiskey and two cokes please,”

“On the house,” he winked before hurrying off to fill up my glasses.

By the time he’d finished and subtly slipped me his phone number Brianna had found me, she started dragging me to the front, holding her glass over her head with one hand and gripping my wrist with the other. I had to ditch the whiskey unfortunately and had my coke held up above my head too.

“All Time Low! All Time Low!” the crowd chanted and I had to bite my lip to hold back my groan, it was going to be a long night. I suddenly wished I’d grabbed the whiskey instead of the coke.

Notes

Hey! This is my first time writing a fan-fiction! Please let me know what you think!

Maddie. :)

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