What It Takes

Did you just poke me?

“What do you mean the tickets are not valid?” I asked with clear anger seething from my words.

“Miss, as I have said before, and ill say it again, the tickets you bought for the concert are not legitimate.” I whipped my head around and faced Christen's annoyed expression. I sighed and walked away from the ticket booth. I pushed through the crowd of excited fans, each with their own All Time Low shirt.

When I made it to the end (where I could finally breathe) I waited for Christen to catch up. “Well, that was a waste of my time.” I mumbled. “Hey, I'm so sorry, I don't know what exactly happened...want me to call my father?” Christen asked. “No, no, its fine...don't waste your minutes calling.” I stated. “You sure?” He asked again. Only this time I didn't reply. Instead, I started to walk the sparse sidewalk along with my shadow. The dim lighting cast my shadow in an awkward position and I rolled my eyes at it. “I bet you could get into the concert.” I said to my outline. “Who are you talking too?” I leaned against the lamp pole and muttered “my shadow.” I stood there next to Christen for a minute just thinking about the sequence of events that just occurred. This morning I was uber excited to go to the All Time Low concert. I got dressed in my ATL shirt and literally sat smiling at a wall until Christen came by and picked me up. When we got to the concert we waited in line to get in for an hour. Then Mr. macho man with his big mustache told us to go to the ticket line. Then, after waiting in that line for another hour, miss snot face McGee told me my tickets were not even valid! Grrr...you could say I was mad.

My little flash back session ended as Christen's cold arm looped through my own. “why don't we go for a walk?” He asked. Having nothing else to do I nodded my head and walked along side him. We walked for a good ten minutes before either of us said anything. Then, Christen stopped mid step and brought my wrist to his face. He peeled back my atl sweatband and let out a small gasp. I noticed that his face hardened at the sight of my bruises..but something in the way he looked at my marks didn't look right. He didn't look surprised...instead he looked almost pleased. But, my inspection was washed away as he asked me what happened. “oh, nothing.” I said, hoping that he would buy it. “You can't lie to me. What happened? Was it Dylan?” He asked suddenly. Shocked by his accurate guess, I didn't respond right away. Which was a mistake... “Have you told anyone? You need to seek help.. you need to break up with him Natalie.”

“What!? No, I'm not breaking up with Dylan.” I said. “Its not healthy to be in an abuse relationship.” He retorted.

“I'm not in an abusive relationship Christen. Now stop. Whats with this? Suddenly you grab my arm and inspect it! Whats with you? Ill never break up with Dylan.” I protested. I could have sworn I heard Christen say “we will see about that”, but I didn't comment. I started to walk again but this time my arms were tightly planted across my chest. I could tell he was walking behind me from the sound of his footsteps. “Look, I'm sorry...I just noticed it and...err I'm sorry okay? I'm a little on edge because of the concert and uh. Yea.” He said.

I stopped walking and turned around. Apparently he didn't see me stop and collided with me. “whoa!” I yelled. Christen's arms caught me right before I fell down. I felt something sharp poke my side. I kind of felt like a needle, but when I looked down, all that was there was Christen's hand. “Thanks, did you just poke me with something?” I asked. For some reason my eyelids began to droop. I had no control over my body as it was quickly shutting off. I felt extremely comfy in Christen's arms and found myself falling asleep... what was going on? The last thing I heard was Christen say “Maybe.”

a/n: I now where I'm going with it now! So uploading will be faster. Sorry for the four month wait. :/