Me, Myself and a Hot Guy

Chapter 1

Okay, newest story! I just had this idea randomly and HAD to write it. It might not be the most humorous thing since I'm hardly a total comedian, but whatever. Vote/Comment if you like it!

"IT STARTED OUT WITH A KISS, HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS, IT WAS ONLY A KI-" I stopped singing when I heard my bedroom door creak open loudly. I turned around to see my little brat of a brother and his two best friends doubled over laughing at my brilliantly amazing singing skills that I possess.

"LIAM! Get out of my room!" I screamed at him.

"I'm not in your room." he replied smugly, pointing down at his feet that were at the border of my room. Smart arse.

"Whatever. Just get lost!" I said, slamming my bedroom door in his face. I heard him and his little friends running down the hall to annoy someone else. Probably my older brother Ben, though he didn't seem to find them as annoying as I did, if anything he encouraged it. Stupid boys.

I turned off my music, now totally not in the mood to make any strangled cat-like noises, especially with Liam and his little crew creeping about the house. I sat on my bed and opened up the latest issue of Kerrang! magazine. The first headline I saw caught my attention straight away.

BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE ANNOUNCE UK TOUR.

I almost squealed in delight, but I refused to give Liam another reason to laugh at me. I scanned through the short article quickly before looking at the promotional poster on the opposite page. One sentence jumped out at me more than any other.

Friday 17th May - Manchester Academy

THEY WERE COMING TO MANCHESTER! I was almost in tears of joy. And then I read more.

Support from Asking Alexandria and Rise to Remain.

At that point I did scream. Loud.

"What's going on? Olivia, are you okay!? Are you hurt?" Ben came running into my bedroom. I jumped up from my bed and charged at him, shoving the magazine in his face.

"Look!" I shouted at him. He scanned the article as I did, and soon a small smile appeared onto his face.

"I'm guessing you want to go?" he laughed. Of course I wanted to go. He knew Bullet For My Valentine was my favorite band ever. He could be a dimwit sometimes.

"Duh." I replied, excitedly. I started bouncing on the spot, I couldn't keep still. The whole 'being caught singing' incident had totally been wiped from my mind.

"Calm down woman. I wanna go too. Give me the money and I'll order the tickets." He said before leaving my room. Eeeek! I was excited. No, that's an understatement. I nearly screamed again. But I didn't want anyone else running into my room thinking I'm dying or something.

I rung my best friend Sasha as soon as Ben left my room.

"OI, HOE. YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT." I shouted down the phone.

"Oh my god, you almost deafened me. What's happened? You haven't got your hand stuck in the toilet again, have you?" she laughed. My excitement suddenly died down a little at the memory of the most embarrassing moment in the history of mankind.

I mean, it wasn't my fault. It was a very brave rescue mission. I was in the bathroom wish Sash, trying on some new face pack thing we'd gotten from town. To cut a long story short my bus pass somehow ended up down the toilet. What was I meant to do? Leave it there? No. Not me. I bravely stuck my hand down into the region of no return. Literally. I couldn't get my hand out. Sash nearly wee'd herself laughing. Which, seeing as she couldn't use the toilet with my hand wedged inside it, would've been a very big problem.

My Mum actually had to call the fire brigade to get my hand unstuck. Three overly fit twenty-something year old guys running up the stairs to see me, my face covered in some off white cream stuff and my hand stuck deep inside the bottom of a toilet. What a night to remember, right?

I snapped back into reality after having a gruesome flashback of the hour long painful session of them removing my right hand (and my bus pass) from the bottom of the poo hole.

"Oi, Liv, you there?" Sasha said, eager to hear why I was so excited.

"Oh my god, you will not believe it. Seriously, Sash, I nearly died when I found out!" I squealed into the phone.

"What!? What's happened? You haven't killed Ben have you?" she replied. I could hear the scowl in her tone. What does she take me for, seriously? I'm not a murderer. Ok, so I accidently over fed a goldfish once and it kind of died.. but it was an accident, I promise.

Now might also be a good time to mention the larger than life crush Sasha has on my big brother. He doesn't know about it, and I think it's rather disgusting, but each to their own I guess.

"No, I haven't killed him. I'm not a murderer you twit. Anyway, BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE ARE COMING TO MANCHESTER. And you're coming, okay? So get money and get round to mine, pronto!"

"REALLY!?" she squealed, just as excited as me. "Is it just me and you going, or..?"

"If you're trying to ask me if Ben's going, then yes." I sighed.

"I wasn't.."

"Shush. Get to mine. Bring the money, 30 quid. A S A P." I said before putting the phone down. I couldn't contain my excitment. I ran to my purse and pulled out all the money I had.

23 pounds and 12 pence. Are you kidding me? Maybe I could pursuade my Mum to lend me the money..

"Muuuuuum. Sweet, loving, beautiful Mummy." I said, leaning onto the counter next to where she was doing the washing up. She stopped cleaning a plate and turned to look at me.

"What do you want?" she asked seriously. Honestly, could I not be nice to my Mum without wanting something? Probably not.. but that's besides the point.

"Seven quid..."  I said slowly and quietly.

"What for?" She asked suspiciously. Oh my god, she thinks I'm on drugs doesn't she? Seriously, what do the people in this world take me for!? One minute I'm a murderer, then I'm a drug addict. Honestly, next they'll be saying I'm a prostitute.

Waiting patiently for one of my brothers to come down here and accuse me of being a slag. No? Okay then. Good.

"Bullet For My Valentine concert." I smiled widely. She didn't look convinced. "Ben said he's going too!" I quickly said, hoping to convince her. I had to go to this concert, even if I had to live on the streets for a month to pay for it.

"Fine. You can go, but you can finish the washing up for me. And the drying. And it better be done good or else."  YES! RESULT! I couldn't wait! I screamed and hugged my Mum before ragging the fluffy topped rubber gloves from her hands and putting them on myself.

I couldn't wait!

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Kinda crappy I guess, but it's just a start, I plan on bringing in Liv's love intrest in the next chapter. So anyway, despite it's flaws, comment/vote if you like it :D