I didn't realize I took a nap until my phone alarm blares with life.
I quickly shut it off and got up quietly, Rocky fast asleep at the foot of my bed.
I tip toe down the stairs and find James and Diane passes out on the floor surrounded by almost twenty bottles of whiskey, vodka, rum, and beer on the ground.
I sigh with relief. They're not waking up until this Monday, maybe longer. Gives me enough time to heal my wounds, especially Rocky.
I look at the time on the stove. 5:30 pm.
Better start getting ready.
I dart upstairs and start to get ready.
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I took one last look at myself in the mirror.
I wore a Pierce the Veil shirt, dark red skinnies, an OM&M hoodie, and black Vans. I had some rubber bracelets and stuff covering my wrapped arms, even if I'm keeping my hoodie on.
I covered my neck with foundation and then applied some eyeliner and pale red lip gloss, along with foundation on my face and the smallest amount of blush I can apply. I barely wear lip gloss, but its a concert, and my lip didn't really look as bad as I thought.
I packed a duffel bag with clothes, enough until Monday, when my eyes fall on a framed picture of Blake on my night stand and a tear falls down my cheek.
I take the picture and put it in my duffel bag before sending a text to Matt.
A: Parents are K.O. Mind if i crash there until Monday?
M: Sure. No problem.
A: Thanks. I'm on my way.
M: Okay.
I stuff my phone in my pocket and grab my bag before me and Rocky make our way downstairs and i open the yard door for him.
"No funny business with Daffodil while I'm gone, alright?" i said.
He just whines in a complaining tone and rolls his eyes.
Yes, my dog has that ability. Neat trick, huh??
"You little horn dog. Go on, and be back Monday. Love you, boy," i said, rubbing his head as he wagged his tail and snuck under the fence to see his pitbull girlfriend in the other street, where he usually sneaks off to.
I close the yard door and lock it before grabbing some money from James's wallet. I got about $150 in cash.
I know its risky, but he keeps thousands with him, as if wanting to get himself mugged, so he won't miss it. Most of this money goes to booze and whores anyway.
I run out the house and run the 4 blocks it takes to make it to Matt's house. Matt and Macy live with their mom most of the time and she's barely home. Her company is moving to Cleveland so they're moving soon.
Once i arrive i knock on the door and its Matt who opens the door.
His eyes and nose are red and runny, and he's pale. He had a Jack Skellington robe tied all snug around him.
"Hey you," he said in a nasal tone.
"Matty, you should be in bed," i said helping him inside quickly. Empty boxes were already stacked all over the place.
It'll be snowing soon, and the cold is already showing up. Matt shouldn't be outside.
I set my bag down in his room and help lie him down and tucking him in with his Batman comforter to keep him more and got son Alka-Seltzer for him.
"Maybe i should stay," i said, thinking about it.
"No, I'll be alright. I know how bad you want to see this concert. Just go," he said, coughing.
Matt is pretty stubborn, so its best not to argue with him.
Soon, Macy walked in and the we put on our passes, Matt falling asleep, and we were off in Macy's car.
She wore a Drop Dead tshirt, blue denim ripped skinnies, and tribal print Toms with her lavender hair in a fishtail braid and a flower band around her head.
She had popped in a Lana del Rey cd and listened to it as we drove.
I was so nervous. The fact that I might actually get to meet THE Tony Perry had my stomach full of butterflies with feathers for wings.
"God, I'm so nervous," I said, hoping I don't have some anxiety attack.
"Breathe in and out and relax. Everything's going to be alright," Macy said.
I nod and grip to Blake's dog tag necklace in my hand as it clung around my neck, reaching to my stomach.
I hope Macy's right.
it wasn't long until we arrived to the venue.
Here goes nothing.
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