𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 | 𝟏𝟖+

sixty-seven; euphoria

A U R O R A

"I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week. How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause, there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat until I fall asleep."

. . .

"Remind me why I'm coming with you again?"

"Because coming with me would mean a lot to me and it'd be our first official date together?" I retort.

Of course, Riccardo didn't hesitate when I asked him to come with me to the Arctic Monkeys.

"Right," he drawls out, shaking his head as he parks the car. "Hey! You're going to enjoy this, promise," I grin.

I'm dressed in a shirt of The Ramones, half-tucked into a pair of black, ripped boyfriend jeans. Even though it's winter, it's worth the cold and I doubt I'll be cold in the arena.

While Riccardo is wearing a pair of jeans as well, with a simple shirt and black, leather jacket.

We lace our hands together and head for the group of people standing by the entrance. Whoever bought VIP tickets gets to enter through a more secluded place without screaming people at the other side.

It's been three days since my period has arrived, and it's almost over. Riccardo has been taking care of me, working from home instead of going to the office, and tending to my every need.

I wasn't as helpless as he thought I was, but I still enjoyed every single minute of it.

But I'm thankful that it's been going away, and the pain is almost gone, as well.

For tonight, I decided to experiment with the make-up around my eyes. Gold and bronze are adorning my eyelids and underneath my waterline, my long lashes coated in a heavy layer of mascara.

Riccardo shot me a weird look when he saw me overlining my lips, and I waved it away, saying that it's emphasizing my lips and it looks good.

We join the other group of people, who are all talking to each other. I hear two girls talking about whether or not Do I Wanna Know will be the intro of the show or When The Sun Goes Down.

My bet is on the first one.

"Excited?" Riccardo asks, and I nod. "Very," I grin.

They let us in earlier than expected, and we enter a quiet hallway, following a tall and buff man dressed in black and wearing an earpiece.

Riccardo and I are still holding hands, and I couldn't be happier than this. Sharing this moment with him means a lot to me.

It's our first date.

I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. He took me out to dinner first, at a place close by. I asked for a burger while he settled on pasta – surprise surprise – and he even dared to complain about its quality.

He claimed that a lot of ingredients were missing and it was basically some cream sauce and hot pasta blended. He still ate all of it and even stole a few of my fries.

I wonder what we are. We love each other, and I wouldn't want to go another day without him. If I could spend the rest of my days with him, with the way we were around each other these past few days, I would. In a heartbeat.

I want to have the privilege to call him my boyfriend. Of being able to tell people that I'm in a relationship.

But I have a feeling we're slowly working towards that. We're being led to our seats. We're on the second floor, closest to the stage, and having front seats.