seven [j.m.k]

I

"Bobbie!" Carrie yelled for me, as I scrubbed myself in the shower, trying to hurry at the tone of her voice.

"I'm almost done!" I yelled back, rinsing the soap off, quickly grasped the silver shower knob, and turned the water off.

The mirror was fogged and the bathroom was stuffy. I quickly flipped the fan on with a huff.

I wrapped a towel around me in the fastest pace I could go, rushing to see Carrie standing outside of my door with her hands on her hips.

"Hurry! I wanna be able to sit close to the stage!" She urged me, and I shooed her away, telling her I would be ready in a second.

My phone was still blasting my music from the shower, and I threw it on my bed, letting the rock and roll fill my small room.

As soon as Carrie left my closet door was being flung open, and I quickly pulled out a pair of bell bottomed jeans and a tight fitting, thrifted shirt. It was a ringer tee with a cherry decal on the front, and I threw my leather jacket over it.

From my nightstand I threw on some necklaces and slid my rings on, spying the black heeled boots in the corner of my room. Those were next, and I pulled them on, zipping them up and tugging my jeans over top of them. I then grabbed my bag, turned my music off, shoved my phone and wallet in said bag, and rushed to the living room.

Carrie was waiting by the door, eclecticly clad, like always. Every color of the rainbow seemed to be incorporated in her outfit, yellow floral pants, a pink top, and an oversized kelley green blazer. Other colors adorned her jewelry, making her look like a sea of colors.

Tonight we were going to the square to see whatever band her new boyfriend is in perform. She said that this one was different. I sure hope so. Carrie has a history of dating boys in bands who end up to be total pricks. So if this one sucks too, I'll be a little disappointed.

She hasn't told me anything about him. Not what he looks like, not his name, not what instrument he plays, not even the bands name.

"I'm excited to meet him." I told her as we walked out of the door. She giggled in response.

"You would like him, I think. He's super cool." She confidently said with a nod. The sun was setting yet a pair of white heart glasses were perched on her head.

The stroll was nice, we crushed crunchy leaves on our way there. Autumn was by far my favorite season, and I waited all year for the cool air, pumpkin scents, and falling leaves.

We approached the bar right outside of the square, called The Asher. The band was performing right outside of it, and Carrie ran to a table closest the stage.

The early November weather was chilly, and perfect. The red and orange leaves made for a beautiful scene across the city.

Carrie ordered a beer for us each, and when they came we sipped gingerly from the bottle.

We had been to this bar many times, enjoying the live music that was here every Friday. Albeit, most of them were to see Carries boyfriends at the time, but I don't mind. Anything for an excuse to go watch live music. She told me this was their bands first time playing here, and I was pretty excited to see what their vibe was like.

All I knew about them was that they were a rock band, and any other information about them was kept secret. Carries a secretive person, yet still spills everybody else's, but I don't mind it at all. She just wants everything to be a surprise. Everything that she wants to be a surprise, I guess. I'm sure that as soon as we get back to my apartment tonight she's gonna spill her guts with every single detail about him.