It was a beautiful Saturday autumn morning. The birds were chirping, the wing was blowing ever so gently...
And a blood curdling scream was heard from your parents' house the morning of your birthday.
"I am going to a T-Pain concert?!" You asked, staring at your parents.
They nodded happily. "Actually, you AND a friend get to go!" Your dad chimed in happily.
You froze and looked down, seeing a second ticket hiding behind the first one.
Your world came to a stop.
You ran and tackled your parents into a hug.
Time Skip~!
"Ugh, I wish I could go but I can't!" Your best friend sadly turned you down.
"What do you mean?!" You frowned at her during lunch. "We've always dreamt of this moment-"
"My brother's wedding is that day," she sighed. "I can't really back out. But hey, why not bring Bee?"
"Bee?" You tilted your head and looked over at the small group of friends. Particularly a boy with messy blonde hair and darker blonde roots, black ear piercings, and wearing a black tshirt with a yellow letterman jacket, dark wash jeans, and dirty yellow converses. You watched his bright blue eyes turn to you and smile sweetly, waving gently at you. You waved back, exchanging a soft smile before adding, "But he's ... mute? I don't know if he'll enjoy it?"
"Doesn't hurt to ask still," your friend shrugged her shoulders. "You two get along really well, maybe he'd enjoy it?"
Later that day you caught Bee in the hall. "Hey, Bee? I have a question!"
Bee stopped and turned around, looking down at you with a half smile. You felt your cheeks heating up - this man was so adorable.
"W-What are you doing this weekend?"
Bee raised an eyebrow, as if he was thinking, and shook his head, indicating he had no plans.
"Well," you nervously chuckled, rubbing your neck. "I got tickets to T pain. My parents surprised me with them this morning. Did you want to go together?"
Bee tilted his head to the side, confused. "Umm, my best friend can't go because it's her brothers wedding, if that's why you look confused..." you gave an awkward laugh.
Bee straightened himself before taking his phone out. He typed something out before showing the screen to you. 'Sounds good! What time?'
"Oh, uh 8." You nodded.
Bee gave you a thumbs up before the bell rang. You both exchanged another smile before taking off in separate directions.
Throughout the week you would watch clips of the "kissing cam" Tpain had been doing for his shows. This brought you more excitement for the day.
Saturday couldn't come soon enough, and when it did it you spent the entire day getting ready - you circled you hair into beach waves, you put on a sparkly gold top with an open back, comfortable high waisted jeans, and black converses. You were finishing getting ready when you heard the doorbell ring. Confused, you hurried down the stairs before seeing your mom open the front door. Bee was standing there, wearing a yellow and black paid button up, a black tank top underneath, and dark denim jeans with his dirty yellow converses. His hair was also neatly done instead of messy. He glanced up at you and his jaw dropped part ways, his blue eyes wide.
"Oh, Y/N, why is Bee here?" Your mom asked, looking at you.
"Umm, I invited Bee." You simply answered before making your way down the steps. "I thought I would pick you up, Bee?"
