I'm in Love...with a Rockstar (MCR)

Chapter One: Tickets

        "PIERCE!!! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" My mother screams. Upstairs, I stare dreamily at a picture of My Chemical Romance. They're the absolute sexiest band around. I have been saving my money for about a year, not spending one penny, to buy tickets for their concert next month. One month...it's just enough time to save for backstage passes. "PIERCE LIZBETH!!! Get down here right NOW!" I hop off my bed and run out of my room to the top of the stairs. "What do you think you were doing?" My mother asks.

        "Nothing. Why?" I ask.

        "You are supposed to be doing the dishes." She says, placing a hand on one hip.

        "Fuck that." I mumble under my breath.

        "What was that??" My mother screams.

        "Nothing." I say again and slowly make my way down the stairs. As I dip my hands into the scalding water, I think up ways to raise more money.

        Car Wash

        Mowing Lawns

        Cleaning Windows

        Selling Chocolates

        Babysitting

        Quilt Repair.

        I sigh. I'll never raise enough money to go to get stupid backstage passes. Yet again, another stupid idea pops into my head

        Dog Walking.

        Stupid, stupid, stupid. Tears begin to fall into the dishwater. I'm usually a very tomboyish, tough girl, but today, it feels as though my dreams have been crushed. My phone buzzes in my pocket; I dry my hands, and look at the I.D. Lizzy.

        "Hey girl."

        "Hi." I say.

        "What's got you down?" She asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

        "I don't know how I'm going to be able to raise enough money to get us though backstage passes for the concert." I sigh.

        "Why don't we do a fundraiser?" She asks, trying to get me happy. "One sec...I'll be right over. Don't move." I open my mouth to protest, but she's gone.  I put my phone back in my pocket and finish the dishes. About 20 minutes later, the door bursts open and Lizzy and Heath walk in.

        "Hey Heath." I say, drying my hands on a towel. He nods in my direction and heads straight for the fridge. Lizzy and I walk to the living room and sit down on the couch.

        Heath has been our friend since....I can't even remember. But around last summer, he started to "hit" on Lizzy. Since then, they've begun to date.

        "Hey...we should do a fundraiser." Lizzy says as Heath sits down next to her, chowing into a slice of cake. "I'm serious. We should."

        "Yeah...’cuz I want to walk around with a sign that says we're selling stuff to get money for concert tickets.

        "Back stage passes." Lizzy corrects me.

        "Still...that looks wrong. I can't sell stuff for my own benefit."

        "Why don't you call Jared?" Lizzy asks, slipping her hand through Heath's.

        "Jared won't help." I mutter. Jared was another of the guys we hung out with. I seriously think he likes me...the only problem is that I don't like him. Lizzy whips out her phone and dials his number, putting it on speaker. "No!" I gasp, but she had already pressed send. Great. I think. Jared is just what we need right now.

        "Yello?" Jared says.

        "Hey Jared." Lizzy smiles, as if she has a plan. "You wanna come over to Pierce's. We're all over here, brainstorming."

        "Brainstorming what?" He asks, and I roll my eyes. All we had ever talked about over the past three months is this concert. He is so clueless.

        "How to get back stage passes." Liz says.

        "Yeah sure. I'll be right there." he hangs up.

        "LIZZY!! Why'd you call him? We don't need any more help right now!"

        "I called him..." Lizzy says, a mischievous smile spreading over her face, "because I think you like him. And I know he likes you."

        "I DO NOT!" I yell. "I do not like him! He might be my friend, but I don't like him. Okay?"

        "Fine whatever." Lizzy says.

        "What about babysitting?" I suggest, trying to relieve the stress. "We could baby sit?"

        "Yeah." Lizzy says. "We could." She smiles, as Jared walks through the door. He breaks into a grin and stares at me.

        "Hey Pierce." he doesn't stop looking at me, even when he moves across the kitchen and sits down on the couch next to me.

        "Hi." I smile awkwardly and look at my feet.

        "I brought you this." He pulls out two one hundred dollar bills and hands them to me. I mean...I knew his dad was this big time lawyer and his mom was a surgeon and I definitely knew he was...let's say "rich" but I never expected this.

        "Wh-what?" I stammer, putting my hand over my mouth. "What's this for?"

        "It's for the backstage passes." He says smiling. "Take it." he lifts up my hand and puts the money in it.

        "Oh my god! Jared! You...you didn't have to pay for them for me. I was going to fund-"

        "Don't complain." Jared says, interrupting me. "Just take it. Please." he pushes my hand towards me and slowly, I look down to what I have clutched in my hand. And then the tears begin to fall. The come so fast, I didn't even think about trying to stop them. "I thought a tough girl like you couldn't cry." Jared says, laughing a little. Looking up, I realize, he is my best friend. Or one of them. I smile through my tears and throw my arms around his neck. At first his body stiffens, but then he relaxes and puts is arms around me.

        "Thank you. Thank you so so SO much."

        "Oh it's nothing." he says. I do something then...that surprises both of us. I lightly kiss him on the cheek.

        "It's something."  I smile and wipe the tears from my eyes. "It's definitely something."