Trigger Control//Bon Jovi •Jon Bon Jovi•

Kenzie Dirksen

After Kenny and I walked for a little bit, we went back to my car and I drove her home, she told me she'd be there later at mine to pick me up for the concert. I nodded and I left.

When I got home my mom was home. It was only 1:00. "Hey, Birdie." She said as I walked through the front door. "Hey. I won't be home tonight. I'm going to a concert with Kenny." I replied.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at me. "Kenny?" She questioned, having no idea who I was talking about. "Kenzie Dirksen." I informed. Mom nodded. "Be safe, no drugs, no alcohol, no sex." My mom told me. I nodded and saluted her half heartedly as I walked to my room.

I didn't have anything else to do so I put on some of my painting clothes and started working on my  current painting again.

Everything I painted, was something I felt. And it was a mix of shit. And with my gramma dying, my brother away, and my parents fighting? Was a lot of emotion shit. I was painting for around 4-5 hours when my mom came into my room, telling me that Kenny was on the phone.

I put down my paint brush and walked out of my room and to the kitchen. I picked up the phone. She told me she'd be on her way in a little bit. I told her okay and then hung up.

I washed my paint brushes, took a shower, blow dried my hair and then got dressed.

I was pretty proud of how I looked, definitely hot.

I put on some mascara, a necklace, and some rings. Then there was a honk outside.

I bid goodbye to my mother and went to Kenny's car. "Holy hell! You look hot as shit Birdie." She exclaimed. I smiled and thanked her.

She told me we'd be meeting her friends there.

Eventually we arrived to the venue and we parked.

"Just wait till you see the band members. You'll die." She told me. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

I doubted that.

When they let us in to the venue, I really underestimated just how many fans there were of Bon Jovi. Some of them were holding Welcome Home signs. I guess she was right about that.

People were already amped up, but as a back track to some music on the stage started to play, they got even louder.

I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, too focused on the stage. Thinking about what Kenny had said. I wonder if I would die once I saw them; Bon Jovi I mean.

I turned to tell Kenny something, but she was gone. She woulda told me she was going to the bathroom or something. But she didn't. So I tried finding her. I walked to the back and through a door. Where I figured the bathrooms might be.

It was the hallway the bathrooms were on, but Kenny wasn't there. I even went in and called her name and no response. So, I continued the long ass hallway that seemed to go on and on.

"Kenny?" I questioned.  Nothin'. Despite not seeing her or getting a response when I called her name, I continued to walk. I rounded another corner when I ran into something.

Turned out to be a someone instead of something.

"Hey, what you doing back here?" A random dude asked. He kinda looked familiar, but I know I didn't know him.

"Looking for my friend." I told him, trying to look behind him for any sign of Kenny. He smirked at me. "I could be your friend." He said flat out. I shook my head. "Yeah, no thanks. I just wanna find my friend so we can watch the show." I said honestly.

He shrugged, dropping the smirk into a smile. "I'll let you get to it then. Don't want you to miss my show." Apparently he was one of the band members. Kenny lied, I did not die...but he was attractive.