In the Moshpit - Joost Klein

20.

I put on some Ocean Alley before I started getting ready. I had recently gotten into their music and with every song I discovered I loved them even more. They were truly incapable of making a bad song. I was currently having "Twisted" on repeat.

I applied makeup across my face knowing it would all be gone in hours. There was just something about going out that would ruin your makeup no matter what. I could be in school for 10 hours and my makeup would look the same afterwards. However, if I was drinking for about 3 hours then all my makeup would be gone or look destroyed.

It was a curse I hadn't been able to break in my 23 years of living so far.

I had collected my hair in a tight bun so it wouldn't get in the way when I would vomit in a few hours. I had already come to the terms that I would get drunk as fuck tonight, so I prepared in the best way possible.

As much as I had consumed throughout the years, I knew I couldn't outdrink 2 Balkan guys and a man from the Netherlands. Both countries are known drinkers but then again so was Denmark.

The amount of drinking days we had in Denmark was almost getting out of hand. Every event people were expected to drink, and it was normalised that you must drink before even getting to the event. As young as 12/13 years old the kids are expected to drink at their confirmation. I can't lie and say I haven't had a fun life drinking so much but then again when you truly look at it with different eyes, it's kind of strange.

There is even a parade in Aalborg that mainly revolves around getting drunk, they advertise it to be about the costumes and music, but we all know why people actually show up. One year I went to Aalborg Karneval I ended up walking into a toilet where a Smurf was fucking a minion while the minion was sniffing a line of coke.

(A/N: That last part was actually what I witnessed at 11am in the parade....people in Aalborg are crazy)

I decided to wear a black miniskirt with ribbed fishnets. To match my red nails, I wore a red leather top that had an open back. I wore black Mary Jane heels that would probably make me the same height as Bojan. They weren't the proper going out shoes, but I looked good in them, so I just had to bite the pain.

The guitar solo to "Overgrown" came on and I swore I was about to have an ear orgasm from it. There was nothing more in this world I loved than a good guitar solo, it simply could fix every problem.

Okay maybe not removing Ashton from my life but that was one of those moments I could replace the guitar solo with Joost. He was guitar solo.

I started doing my lip liner very carefully in the mirror. I was very concentrated on doing it properly since I would hate to miss my lips. Just as I thought that a loud bang came from the door which gave me a shock.

I walked towards the door to find Joost. He was very amused with my annoyed look. "You got a little something right there" He chuckled as he let himself in.

I rolled my eyes knowing I had already fucked up my lip liner up. I was about to go back to the vanity, but Joost grabbed my hand and let me rest against the wall.

"Let me help you, honey" He smiled as his thumb went to my chin. He started moving his thumb across my chin and cheek to remove the lip liner. I noticed that while he concentrated, he poked his tongue out. It was almost a reflex for him as he was incredibly careful with removing the lip liner.

"Beautiful as ever" His movements stopped but his hand didn't remove itself from cheek. It rested comfortably right there as his eyes met mine.

His eyes were behind his thick black rimmed glasses but still shined through. His blue eyes were one of the most beautiful things about him. So recognisable yet you could still study them for hours to find something new in them.