(Rose's POV)
As I wait in this long line to get into the venue, I cannot believe that I'm actually here. The 1975 have been my latest obsession and the longer I keep waiting, the more my nerves begin to build in anticipation. It's been weeks since Calum told me that he's gotten us tickets and I've been practically counting down the days until this moment.
The harsh wind is whipping against my bare legs and I can't help but visibly shudder.
"I told you you should have worn more clothing" I look up to see a mocking grin plastered on Calum's face.
"Shut up, Dad" I gently push him on the shoulder, just enough to throw him off balance. He throws his hands up in surrender. "Sorry that you seem cold and you've already gotten about four stares from slimy guys because your ass is on full display". Groaning, I give him the best glare I can muster, but that doesn't last long before I start laughing.
"But my outfit isn't even that bad!" I just have on a pair of high waisted jean shorts and an old guns and roses tee with a red plaid button down. "Please, Rosalie. We all know that your just trying to impress Matt."
Scoffing, I roll my eyes. "Just because I'm here to see them perform doesn't mean that I want to sleep with him." Calum just laughs, "That's what they all say and you know it".
"I'm so done with you, Hood." This does nothing more than just making both of us burst into laughter. That's pretty much how our friendship has been ever since we both bonded over our similar taste in music in middle school. Teasing and laughing.
Slowly the line begins to move forward. Getting excited I grab onto Calum's arm. "Oh my god. The line's moving. Oh god I-"
"Rose. Chill out! You are being way too clingy and you are getting way too excited"
"I can't help it! I've been waiting weeks for this and I am just so glad you got us these tickets"
"Well, I mean since I am your favorite best friend how could I not?"
"Calum." I stop and turn to him. "You are my only best friend."
A mock hurt flashes through his eyes. "Ouch", he gently presses him palm onto his chest over his heart.
"You are such a drama queen. Come on we have to get a good spot!" After the bouncers scanned our tickets, I'm leading a grumbling Calum by the hand while simultaneously weaving my way through the growing crowd. We make it all the way into the third row before I finally decide that we're at an acceptable spot. "Next time you need to warn me before you start dragging me around at full speed"
"Sorry! I'm just so excited. I can't believe we're here" I smile up at him and I notice this girl giving him the once over. I motion for him to lower his head so I can whisper to him.
"There's a girl, about 5'4 with straight blonde hair that keeps checking you out."
An eager glimmer is in his eyes until I notice her clutching onto a tall guy that I'm assuming to be her boyfriend. "Nevermind. Boyfriend."
"Damn. She sounded cute" he looks only a tad bit disappointed.
"Seriously you get a ton of stares from girls, you have nothing to worry about" I mean it too. Calum is really an attractive guy. He's tall and his dark hair is at that inbetween being long and short stage. He always seems to be laughing at something and he just has that warm, kind vibe coming from him. He's always getting other girls' attention but I don't mind. Since I've been friends with him for so long, the idea of being with Calum in a relationship just seems wrong. So, I'm always trying to set him up.
"How much longer do we have?" Looking down at my watch I reply with, "Umm...it's about 6:30" An agitated look crosses his face, "Really. Rose. You made us get here 30 minutes early?" I can't help but smirk, "Well..." And I hear a groan come from him. "Fine. Then I'm getting us drinks. What do you want?"
"Um, a coke?"
He looks annoyed and exasperated. "You've got to be kidding me. You are not going to get me here this early and not even have one drink!"
I cross my arms over my chest in defiance. "Calum. Repeat after me. We are 17. It's illegal." I shake my head at him. "Rose, you act like such a hard ass and you won't even have one drink. Besides, everyone knows that they serve it to everyone. It's okay."
I shake my head again, "I just want a coke Calum, okay?" He starts walking off toward the bar after muttering, seemingly defeated.
Taking these few minutes to myself
I start really taking in my surroundings. This small venue can only hold around 250 people and everything in here has a vintage and relaxed feel. Almost everyone in here is older and looks like they are all some form of hipster. Whether they have colored hair, or piercings, or even the stereotypical flower crown. Everyone in this place just seem to be really artsy and relaxed. I'm just glad to be at a concert where I know that there won't be a constant stream of screams the whole time.
I'm only about 5 feet from the front of the stage and there's a light dusting of fog that help add to the overall feel of this place. There are dim lights throughout that make my long brown curls almost seem like they have a golden glow.
Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, I suddenly see a blur in front of me and instantaneously there is a rush of impossibly cold liquid running down the front half of my pants and legs. I gasp at this shock of cold and look up to be met by my horrified expression being mirrored by a teenage boy. He's opening and closing his mouth, seeming unable to decide how to react.
"Oh. My. God. I am so, so sorry. Oh shit." He starts combing his fingers through his perfectly done up blonde hair. His deep voice sounds panicked and I can't help but feel angry at this stranger for screwing up my outfit and the beginning to my night. "I'm going to get you some napkins okay?" I hold up my hand to silence him. "You know I think you've already done enough damage and I think you should just go refill your drink" I know this is overly rude, but honestly I am pissed. I'm already moving towards the bathroom.
I don't need some asshole who goes around spilling drinks on people to help me. I can help myself. I mean, yeah, he's really attractive and tall, but the fact is he screwed up and now I look like a hot mess. My shorts are stained some weird amber color and I'm aggravated. I have a terrible temper and as I try to soak up the liquid out of my pants I soon realize that it's worthless. I look up into the mirror and am relieved that my hair isn't messed up and my makeup's intact. But there's a strong sense of anger in my green eyes that even I can see. Great. Now I look crazy.
I leave the bathroom and find Calum returning with my coke and I'm grateful. "Thanks, Calum" I smile up at him to see him trying to bite back a smile he's holding in, "yeah, yeah what the hell happened to your pants?" I groan, "I don't want to talk about it" I take a sip and am surprised when there's a slight burn when the cold drink goes down the back of my throat.
"Calum?" I start inspecting the glass and see him smiling, unable to hold it back anymore. "What did you put in this?"
He starts looking in to other direction at nothing in particular, " Nothing much" he takes a long sip from his dark beer, "just a little whiskey"
Groaning, I playfully smack him in the arm, "You are the biggest asshole I know"
"I try, Rose. I try."
