Please Be mine. // Fan fiction.

Monica's boyfriend.

Tonight my best friend Monica dragged me to her boyfriend's concert. I forget what his name was...
Conor I think.....
I never had any interest in meeting any of her boyfriend's.
As soon as we entered she ran off to go by him no doubt, while I was left in a crowd of strangers.
Screw this. I walked over to the bar, and sat at a stool. The show began and I didn't even peer back at the stage.
"Hey, if I said I was Already drunk than would you believe I was 21?" I slyly asked the bartender.
He grinned as he was washing drinking glasses. He peered up to me.
"Hey, if I said I would if you had your ID, would you have your ID?" He continued. I frowned as dug in my pocket and pulled out a few dollars. 
"Pepsi it is than..."
He frowned down at me, as he set a glass down and poured half a can of Pepsi in it. He reached out and pulled out a bottle of gin and poured what was left in it. He pushed it to me.
"Thanks." I smiled as I grabbed it.
"I'm gunna need 10 more bucks young Lady..... service fee" He stated as he cleaned another glass.
I sighed as I slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter.
"Pleasure doing business." He grinned. Before I knew it I pounded down the tall glass of gin and Pepsi.
And baught a few....over priced shots.
After about 2 hours Monica came up to me after the music stopped.
"Wasn't he amazing?!'' she gasped.
I nodded even though I didn't see or remember his voice. Let alone a name...... George? No....  creig ?
The room was spinning and I had to pee. The band was gone and people where leaving.....
Did I mention I had to pee?
I told Monica that I wasn't drunk and could walk home as I stumbled through the crowd of preteens to a back hall. I walked down the halls and opened numourous doors, until I Finally opened one to see stalls.
I walked in, The room was blurred and my head was killing me.
My stomach suddenly felt sick, I felt bile flowing up into my throat. I slammed open a stall and puked into the toilet. He panted as I wiped my mouth with a piece of toilet paper. I heard the stall next to me open.
Shit... someone is in here with me....
"Are you alright?" A voice asked me. I turned to see a man.
"Oh I'm o-" I gagged mid sentence and  turned to puke into the toilet. The man quickly bent next to me and held my hair back. I ripped off a piece of toilet paper and wiped my mouth.
I laid my head back onto the side of the stall, and observed the stranger.
He smiled as he held his hand out.
"I'm chris."