One Shots

The Driver Era

There he was, the boy I had dreamt endlessly of for as far as I can remember. I watched him on that stage. I overlooked every move he made, because who's to say he wasn't thinking about me too? I know what you're thinking, he's just a superstar, way out of my league, and not to mention maybe even about 5 years older than me, but I didn't care.

He was taller, leaner, and somehow even more than all I had imagined in my head. He had a soft touch to him, a grasp that made me feel like i've known him all these years despite only meeting him once before.

I had paid $150 to meet him last time. That should give you a hint on who he was. He wasn't what the world knew him to be then, he was just a plain and simple artist. I wondered how on earth did the universe have this new plan in mind for him, because that boy singing on that stage right now was not the same boy I fell in love with when I was 13 years old, watching television in my bedroom. He was much more than that now. He was, I believe, the best version of himself now.

It's no rumor that he had every girl in here just as nervous as I was. Everyone knows the fan girl drill. You show up in a cute outfit, one that you put together about a week ago and thought to yourself, "Yeah, this will help me stand out. I'm not like other girls." And you probably shaved yourself clean down there, or paid a little too much for a Brazilian wax because, "Just in case, you know?"

Everyone was itching to have the same fate by the end of the night. Whether we knew it or not, we were all hoping for his attention, competing against each other over something we had totally made up in our heads. But this time, it was different. This time I had won the unspoken war.

I watched as him and his brother packed all of their belongings onto the back of a dark tour bus. They didn't have family with them, which was an odd occurrence. Girls piled up onto one another, screaming his name and pulling their hands through the holes of the gates, yearning for some sort of acknowledgement. He gave it to them, of course. He knew he at least owed us a little something in return.

My hand froze as he touched mine. His light eyes looked down onto my dark ones, giving them a little wink before walking off to the rest of the fans. A small smile crept up on my lips, making me hide away embarrassingly before escaping the crowd of teenaged girls and meeting my friend again.

"That's it? You didn't even get his autograph?" Trini whined, upset with me for not getting the one thing we agreed to stop by for. "I'm never coming to another concert with you again, Leo."

To be fair, she had a point. I didn't get what we wanted and it wasn't like she could just head in there herself. She wanted to be as lowkey as possible, even if she would end up whining on the curb of the sidewalk at the end of the night. "What are we going to do now?"

My eyes trailed over to the other side of the street, where expensive cars were parked along the way, blocking the entrance to what I assumed was a nightclub of some sorts. I raised my eyebrows at her, smirking towards the wave of drunk people who were making there way out of the club.

"Oh, no no no no. We are not going in there," Trini declined, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest. "You're crazy if you think I'm going in there on a school night."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and dragging her by the arm over to the entrance. "Come on. It'll be fun! And it's already late. We're both of age now, we can just have one night of mischief."

"Mischief? No, you see, my parents will somehow figure out that I'm here and not safely tucked away in my dorm at school, and that'll be the end of it, Leo. Do you want that for me? Do you want my life to end?" She blabbered on annoyingly. I kept the same smirk on my face, knowing that she will still be following me into that room, and somehow probably even having more fun that I would.