Made for you to find - Joe trohman x reader

Where is your boy tonight?

Chapter 1:

Time felt like it was standing still. I stared at myself in the mirror: hair half- curled and thrown up in a messy bun, freshly done makeup already starting to smear on the bottom of my eyes from holding back tears, an old, hole-y black tank top that held years worth of stains, and a girl that wasn't good enough for him anymore.
The last part is what I've seen myself as for the past two months- the girl who wasn't good enough anymore.
Two months ago I found my boyfriend of two years, Alex, texting another girl. I wasn't sure if anything physical had happened, but I had observed that he was always buried in his phone, smiling and hiding from me what was so funny. Even though I knew it was a bad decision, I checked his phone one night skeptical of what was going on in the past few weeks of our relationship.
To my not total surprise, there were miles of messages between him and a girl named Jenna. Pictures of her being sent and him showering her in compliments. I can't blame him, she was gorgeous. Paragraphs explaining love toward her and how bad he would love to be with her but he just "couldn't see himself in a relationship yet".
I was at Alex's house having a movie marathon at the time of my discovery. He was in the bathroom and I guess the possibility of me snooping around just slipped his mind.
I left the house in tears and texted Alex "we're done" with no explanation and blocked him on everything. I don't regret anything, but I really do miss him.
Concerts were always me and Alex's "thing". We went to about twenty in the span of our relationship and never missed out on one together.
Today, I was going to see Green Day. My first concert without Alex. He was supposed to come with but I sold his ticket to some stranger named Joe on a Facebook fan group. It was scary going alone, but I had to face my fear or else I was going alone, so there's no more time to dwell on my loss of Alex, it was time to move on.
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Thirty minutes had passed since I had began getting ready.
I was able to slightly manage pulling myself together.
My hair sat in perfect curls on my shoulders and my bangs cutely framed my face, slightly curling toward my eyes. My eyeliner swooped perfectly into an extravagant wing and blended in nicely to my dark eyeshadow and contrasted against my black lipstick. I was wearing a vintage dookie cropped tank top and a black mesh cover up, paired with black ripped jean shorts, black fishnets, and black combat boots.
I smiled in the mirror, slowly gaining confidence back and trying to not compare myself to the other girl every waking second of my life. I breathed contently and decided to make my way to the car. I wasn't going to let this show be ruined.
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First chapter, first story. Really sorry if it's bad please cut some slack.