When Weston was up on the stage having fun and laughing, I was so happy because he was happy. When everyone started to leave, I stayed there with Weston.
"Hey baby girl" Weston said laughing
"Was it fun up there?"
"Yeah, I love seeing everyone smiling and laughing!"
"Good, what do you wanna do?"
"Well I don't know, do you want to go backstage?"
"Sure I've never been back there."
As me and Weston walked backstage, I saw him glancing at me in the corner of my eye. I look over at him, and we ended up staring in each other's eyes. Weston started to lean in, I couldn't help myself from not kissing him, I mean he's perfect. As we started to kiss I started to think about things, horrible things. I started to think about when my aunt died and how she died. And that reminded me of when I used to cut, which made me cry. I pulled away from Weston and ran, I didn't want to but I did.
