only for you // l.h.

|5|

When I woke up, it was three in the afternoon and Oliver was in my room on my computer watching a movie, waiting for me to wake up.

"Jesus," I said, checking the time. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Oliver gave a lazy glance over the top of my computer. "Because I'm watching Lord of the Rings.  Mom's downstairs. You still snore."

"I do not."

"You do."

"Go away."

"No."

"I hate you."

"And that stupid band," was Oliver's reply. "Maria texted you a billion pictures of them."

"They're cute," I said, stretching. "Is there breakfast?"

"More like dinner," Oliver said, snickering.

I glared at him and put on my concert outfit — the white tank top and the denim shorts. I'd wear my Vans and bring some flannel.

I went downstairs, where my exhausted mother was asleep on the couch watching Real Housewives. Her dirty blond hair, a color neither Oliver or I had gotten, was damp.

I helped myself to some cereal, even if it was three. I had a few hours to spare before Maria arrived, so I went out back and tended the small flower garden we had and watered the grass, while the voices of the band played in my ears.

****

Maria was known for her boobs, her hot boyfriend, her excitement, and her dramatic entrances.

She pulled up to my house in her blue convertible with a reluctant Cam in the passenger seat. She was blaring some One Direction because it was bad luck to listen to the band's music right before a concert.

My thoughts, for the first time today, returned to the assassination plot and I felt my stomach twist into a thousand knots. This concert was already doomed, bad luck or not.

To distract myself, I ran up to Cam and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, and I was glad we'd gotten over our argument. It was silly, really. He'd made a mean joke and I'd taken it too personally and started crying and he got mad and gestured too much and broke a plate and we both stormed out.

But now he was here with his broad grin and curly blond hair and hazel eyes, hugging me.

I loved hugs. Cam gave the best hugs out of anyone I'd met.

"You give the best hugs," I said.

"Is it because I'm six-three and strong enough to lift you up?"

"Partially."

We broke apart. Maria honked from the passenger seat, scaring a mother and her kids crossing the street.

"Grab your stuff," Maria said, a huge smile underneath her even bigger sunglasses. "We're going to a concert."

****

The energy. That was the first thing I noticed. The whole crowd was humming with it. People were cheering and screaming and whooping.

I would've enjoyed it more if I wasn't clutching onto Maria like she was my lifeline, scanning the crowd for anyone that could possibly be the assassin. I'd become more and more on edge the closer seven thirty came.

We were in our seats now, waiting for Hey Violet, the opening act, to come on stage.

Normally I'd be swooning because here I was, sitting in the front row of a concert next to a cute boy who was going kiss me and my best friend, ready to hear the band I loved.