I Never Want to Lose My Best Friend

The crowd rushes toward Vic. I calmly make my way to Tony, Jamie, and Mike, standing in the back behind the group of screaming and jumping fans. I walk up to them, then smile shyly.

Jaime exclaimed, "Hey! Look, someone with good taste!" They all laughed.

I told them all hello, then asked if they would like to sign my shirt and CD. They all gladly agreed.

As Tony was signing the back of my shirt he asked what my name was. Trying not to move as best as I could, I answered.

"My name's Kasandra, Kasandra Fuentes ." Mike had a look of shock on his face. I said,

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Weird having the same last name right? But I still like it all the same." He slowly nodded in agreement.

Jaime, Mike, and Tony had finished signing my things by the time the loud fans obsessing over Vic, had noticed me talking to the other guys. They had envy all over their little pretty faces and ran over to us as if the world was going to end tonight. Shoving me aside they were trying to steal the guys attention away from me like blood thirsty ticks. I muttered,

"Well uh... Good luck with the tour!" Hoping they would hear me over the obnoxious groupies.

As I walked away i was thinking to my self, Wow. I actually got to talk to my idols, my heroes. I wonder if they liked me, or were they just talking to me to be nice? A sad, sad smile crossed my face thinking about it. I just had to get my mind on something else.

I'm about five foot four give or take an inch. Not too tall, but not too short. I have dark brown, medium length, wavy, hair. I have spider bites, and a eye-micro dermal. I have tattoos all of which are hidden. One on my inner-lip (Darling you'll be ok), one on my thumb knuckle, i have lyrics (This is not what is it, only baby scars. I need your love like a boy needs his mother's side.) on my left rib cage, then a father tattoo on the edge of my ankle.

My father died when i was little and my mother was never really there for me, either she was at work, or she locked herself in her room and never acknowledged my existence, so I've learned to do thing for my self. I now live by myself in a small apartment. I drove here in my mustang my father gave me in his will.

I'm now 22 years of age. Old enough to drink, have fun, and just live life to the fullest. Which was one of the reasons i came to Vans Warped Tour. Never been, so i figured i might as well go once, so here i am.

It was about time for the first bands to go onto the stage and test the equipment and play for their millions of fans all crowded around. I was walking toward the mosh pits, because why not? It'll be fine i kept telling my self. As i was passing the entrance to the back stage i heard someone shouting my name. I quickly turned around wondering who it could have possibly been. I looked vigorously around me to find that the voice was coming from Jaime.

I walked up to him rather quickly and asked,

"Yes Jaime?" He told me quietly, keeping his voice down from the girls google eyeing him wouldn't hear.

"Hey Kasandra. The guys and I talked and we thought you might like to come back stage with us and hang out. Is that Ok?"

I looked at him with my jaw dropped and shocked eyes just staring at him. He waved his hand in front of my face regaining my attention.

"So?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Thank you so much!" I exclaimed with a huge grin.

I walked next to him getting to the entrance of the back stage, but of course, the fan girls quickly became aggressive and were pulling me back trying to separate me from Jaime, so they could bombard him with questions, screaming, and horrid shrieking. He was not a happy camper about their plan, so he firmly grasped my hand, pulled me close to him, and ran through the entrance having guards with bright yellow shirts, hold the fan girls back trying to settle them down.

There was a large room with two couches in the corner and a vending machines on the other side one filled with all sorts of snacks and the other three filled with energy drinks. As Jaime was walking me over to the others, two squealing girls ran up to him asking for an autograph and pictures with him. He smiled and said he'd do it. They had him sign a poster, shirts, their CD, even one of the girls necks! Yikes. I quietly stood to the side as they took pictures with him and after what seemed like forever. They screamed thanks, then walked away.

Jaime apologized for the inconvenience of having me stand and wait. I said it was fine and we continued walking. When we walked up to the guys they all looked at each other, then Jaime, then to me, back to him, then they all laughed quietly and chuckled looking at us. I glanced at Jaime, he was looking at the ground rubbing the back of his neck. He kept his head down and looked at me from the corner of his eye and i quickly looked away trying not to blush. Vic introduced himself with this goofy look on his face. I looked at him a bit confused as to why he had that look, but quickly got over it and greeted him.

I sat in the middle of the couch between Tony and Jaime. Tony him self was only of maybe five foot eight to five foot ten roughly estimating. He had black hair, both sides of his head shaved leaving a long mohawk which he quickly covered up with his Key Street hat. The gauges he had were fairly large. A little piercing (eye microdermal) by the corner of his left eye. He was covered almost completely from the top of his neck to his feet in tattoos.

Jaime was about five foot eight as well. Medium length, black, spiky hair. His left arm tattooed. He was a little bit on the thicker side, but it was all muscle and he pulled it off very well. He was funny, silly, and had an easy going personality. A wonderful smile. Amazing laugh. Warming eyes. Cute-Wait... What am i saying? This is weird... I think ill stop now...

We all sat on the couch talking and telling jokes for a few minutes, before Jamie said,

"Well we better get the equipment all tested before the fans get impatient!" They got up and left, but before Tony got up he asked,

"Uh... Well, we got to go for now, but if you'd like, after the concerts over, if you'd like to uh... hang out with us a bit longer till we have to leave? Does that sound cool? Is that ok with you? You don't have to stay if you don't want to of course..." He looked at me curiously. I nodded,

"Yeah, sounds cool." I told him with a warm smile.

I stood at the edge of stage hiding behind a big curtain, so no one could see me, but the guys. Mike was shirtless, like always, head banging to the music, and playing the drums perfectly. Jamie, playing base, had his fingers going a million miles an hour and straining to keep up with Vic. Vic singing, and keeping rhythm with his guitar, making a symphony with every note he played, was playing his heart out. Then, as i glanced over at Tony, playing lead guitar, with his foot propped on top of an amp, stopped head banging and quickly stole a look at me before he played his solo. As he played, i studied him with an intense stare. Before i knew it, the song was over and Tony looked over at me again, but this time for much longer. I failed to realize i was still staring at him and quickly looked away blushing bright red. Jaime looked over, then noticed Tony looking over in my direction and me blushing. A frustrated frown grew upon his face, but quickly faded as he looked back out into the crowd.

They played four more songs, Hold On Till May, I'm Low On Gas and You Need A Jacket, Bulls In the Bronx, and Hell Above, then took a short break. Mike was wiping the sweat off of him with a towel he had by the couch. Vic and Jamie were chugging bottles of water down. Tony somehow managed to sneak up behind me and scared me. I jumped and turned around, but before i could say anything to him, he threw me over his shoulder, packed me over to the vending machines, then sat me down gentle on the floor. I looked up at him with a pouting expression and crossed my arms. He said,

"Sorry Kasandra. I just cant risk one of the guys stealing you." Then winked at me. I was so shocked he said that. I just froze up by mistake. What do I do? Does Tony actually like me?