Dirty Deeds | BTS Maknae Line 18+

TWO

"Definitely go with option number one," my best friend, Gypsy, gives her opinion as I hold up my two outfit choices.

"Really? Not the dress?" I scrunch up my nose at the outfit she chose for me. A simple pair of my favorite ripped denim jeans and a white crop top with some leather boots and a matching leather jacket.

Chuckling at my reaction, she removes the laptop from in front of her and walks over to me, "Let's think about this, Lyla," she grabs the dress and holds it in front of me as we stare into the long mirror in front of us, "you're going to a concert alone and you have a pit ticket at that. There will be lots of people in close proximity including disgustingly perverted men. A short black dress with leather detailing? Really?"

"Hm," I tilt my head from side to side, "you have a good point."

"I always do," she kisses my cheek and smacks my ass before going back to messing around on the internet.

Sighing out loudly, I lay the dress across the bed and sit down at the edge, "Are you sure you don't want to come with me? The girl I got my ticket from said she had one more."

The batting of my lashes and my bottom lip jutted out slightly does absolutely nothing to persuade her as she shakes her head slowly, her curly hair bouncing with the movement.

"No, thank you. Rock music is not my thing, you know that."

Rolling my eyes, I pull the large shirt I had slipped on after my shower away from my head and slip on the white crop top instead so that I can continue getting ready for the concert tonight.

Gypsy wasn't into rock music or anything other than EDM, to be honest. When we first became friends in tenth grade, it was originally for two reasons. One, she was the new girl in town and was having trouble making friends, and two, we both had names that were out of the norm, sticking out against the sea of Jessicas and Emilys in our classes.

Really other than that, we haven't had much in common. She grew up with a wealthy family while I struggled my entire life. I love all kinds of music while she prefers only songs that personally give me a headache. She likes preppy guys that already have an interest in investing their money while I tend to go for something a little less ivy league.

But somehow, we always made it work with our opposites attracting. I never really cared that she was so different and neither did she. At the end of the day, we were always there for each other and supported each other in whatever ways we needed.

Thus the reason why I've been living at her place. Knowing I didn't have anywhere else to go after my mother's passing, she opened up her apartment to me and even though she argued with me until she was blue in the face, stating it wasn't necessary since her father pays her rent, I convinced her to at least let me pay a small part while I was here.

"Should I expect you home tomorrow night or do you plan on staying the entire weekend?" She questions as she fixes her ponytail, the blue light from her computer casting onto her beautiful face.

Since the concert is in the city, I decided to at least stay the night. Gypsy offered to drive me up there but I didn't want to be an inconvenience and take time away from her night off of school. So instead, I'll just be taking the train to and from the city. Plus, if I'm being totally honest, Gypsy's driving scares the hell out of me.

With a suitcase packed with too many items for a weekend trip, just on the off chance that I may need them, and my hair blow-dried and styled to the best of my abilities, Gypsy grabs her car keys and waits for me by the front door so that she can take me down to the train station on this Saturday afternoon in October.

The crisp fall air tickles my skin as the light breeze tousles my hair. It's one of those moments that just feels like it'll be a good day like good vibes are abundant and magic is in my soul. I had been waiting a couple of years now to be able to see my favorite band in concert and while I may have imagined going with a friend, the fact that I'm only hours away from hearing them play live is enough to make life feel anew.