I could hardly wait to surprise my best friend Cheryl with the Fall Out Boy tickets I got for us. We both absolutely love that band, and we vowed to each other that one day before we die, we are going to a Fall Out Boy concert. I found the perfect opportunity to get tickets: for their American Beauty / American Psycho tour. They were on sale quite cheap, so I was pretty lucky.
I decided to wait until her birthday to present the tickets, and I also lucked out because the tour starts a week after her birthday, which is on May 18th.
*Time lapse to Cheryl's birthday*
"Cher, open up! I've got your present and everything! There also may or may not be male strippers involved!" I yell excitedly to Cheryl's closed door.
"Oh my God, Hailey, you are such a perv!" She yells through the door.
"Just open the goddamn door!"
I hear her stumble down the steps, slipping on a few, yelling an outraged "FUCK", and finally gets to the door, swinging it open.
"BROTHAAAAA!" She greets me.
"BROOOOOO!" I yell back, tackling her in a bear hug.
After we let go, I follow her into her house, which is already a mess from our other friends that got here before me. Silly string is literally strung everywhere, (which is probably why Cheryl slipped down her stairs) and for some unknown reason there's a pair of underwear slung across the miniature statue in the yard. I'm not even gonna ask about that. Good thing her parents left for the night so she could have a party with just her friends for today.
After everyone gathers in the kitchen around about five boxes of pizza, (I don't care what you say; pizza is life) I raise my bottle of beer.
"I want to make an oh-so sophisticated toast with a fucking beer bottle to my best buddy, Cheryl. We've been close ever since seventh grade, five and a half years ago today. You mean literally everything to me, and if you weren't in my life I'd be lost without your dick jokes in inappropriate situations, your random and hilarious outbursts when you get frustrated at something, your attitude, your amazing music taste, everything. I love ya, bro. Don't take that the perverted way, which you will, but I fucking love you more than Pete Wentz loves his pizza and Patrick Stump loves his fedoras. Now, cue the strippers!"
The huge boxes with bows on them that were spread around the room suddenly burst open, sexy music playing while even sexier male strippers jump out of them, dancing their way to Cheryl, who's facial expressions are mixed between shocked, embarrassed, fascinated, and maybe a little bit of horniness thrown in there too. Nah, I'm kidding. Maybe.
After I let them torture her (or send her to heaven, either one) for a while as they give her lap dances and twerk in her face, I walk over to her with a small box in hand with an excited grin on my face.
"Cher, I was saving this for last. I hope you like it."
With confusion scribbled across her face, she opens the box, and her face changes from puzzlement to extreme excitement so fast that even Tom Brady wouldn't even have time to deflate her mood.
"Ermahgerd, Hailey! No! Its not what I think it is! Oh my Goddd, dude, did you get us Fall Out Boy tickets?" Cheryl asks, jumping up and down like a child, which I've never seen her do. As soon as she said the words Fall Out Boy, everyone around us stopped talking and started crowding around. I feel kind of bad that I only got tickets for us two, but hey, they're not that cheap.
The next thing I knew I'm being tackled by an overly excited Cheryl, and everyone is sounding quite jealous that they don't get to see Fall Out Boy in concert, which kind of makes me chuckle.
"This is gonna be awesome," she whispers in my ear.
Indeed it will be.
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The Opportunity of a Lifetime
FanfictionHailey and Cheryl are best friends. The main thing they have in common is their love for Fall Out Boy. They get to go to one of their concerts, which is really fun in itself, but they get more than they bargained for...
