Single Caffeine

Mosh Pit Style

Single Caffeine

PROLOGUE:

Mosh Pit Style.

“Are you coming?” Logan yelled from the lounge room.

“Almost!” I screamed back from the hallway closet where I was trying to find my coat. I found it!

I walked into my lounge room to see Logan sitting in his denim jeans and black button up shirt and some old shoes thrown on along with his VIP pass.

“You’re going like that?” I ask Logan upon my entrance. He nods simply as if knowing I was going to ask that. Hey, who can blame me! I was about to go to THE best concert in Australia EVER! “Okay, whatever,” I said pulling Logan up of the couch.

“This will be fun!” Logan said, suggesting the concert; he was being sarcastic of course, once he was standing opposite me, our hands entwined together by our side.

I murmured an agreement and kissed he kissed me passionately but I was too excited to stay kissing all day, over the last 3 months of being together we had done our fair share of it anyway.

“Come on! Mum is probably waiting for us,” I said pulling away. We walked outside, looking the door and hoping into the car where my mother sat.

We apologised and I called shotgun while Logan rested in the back playing games on his phone. I was looking out the window planning my night and guessing what would happen when I finally meet my favourite band of all time, specially the lead singer. It was currently five o’clock and the concert started at eight so that gave us three hours to get in the gates, grab a drink and get to the mosh pit area. Since we had VIP passes we were allowed behind the scenes before OR after the show but I thought they would be super busy before the show so we should go after when everyone is happy that the concert was over, Logan disagreed saying they would want us there beforehand that way they can relax after the show. I won the argument using methods that was fun for me but very fun for him. Simple torture, the tickling kind, let’s just say Logan is THE most ticklish person I have ever met unlike myself, it is quite funny actually.

We were in the line-up for an hour before out tickets were verified allowing Logan and I to enter the staged area. While we were waiting outside there was heaps of screaming, arguments, skanky girls, depressed looking boyfriends, you know, the usual. This was my second time going to a live concert and I could already tell that all same people like to go to performances. 

Hand in hand we walked through the bunch of teenage girls to get to the nearest drink stand, which line up took about twenty minutes for a lousy bottle of water each. Lucky Logan is good at keeping me occupied while in line-ups! We made our way to the mosh pit area which was already crowded with people dancing away to the opening band; I have no idea who they are though. I put our water bottles in my bag and Logan grabbed my waist.

“Did I say you look good tonight?” Logan whispered in my ear as we danced together to the music, slowly, definitely not in beat.

What I was wearing was a typical fangirl outfit unlike his. You see he like the band but I LOVE them. I was wearing jeans which had SC stitched on them – I bought them online, along with a typical band shirt of theirs with the group picture, their name and song names on it and some converse which were BRAND new, I had been saving for a while, my brown satchel and my VIP pass and lastly a lip ring which I got on my sixteen birthday after a lot of begging and promises to my mother. My hair was brown naturally but I had put a few streaks of blue and purple to highlight my eyes which are the same type of colour; blue/purple a hard colour to describe.

“Thanks,” I said giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “You don’t look to bad yourself,” I said playing with his unnatural black hair, while up into his vibrant green eyes. He was a few inches taller than me, but realistically not that much taller.

We joked around for a bit,him teasing my excitment and me hitting him for the same reason.Then the band stopped planning which grabbed everyone’s attention.

Chase Mathew jogged up to the microphone once the band was behind the curtain. His appearance made the crowd scream and cheer, so he had to yell over everyone’s voices, mine included. “I AM CHASE MATHEW,” he announced as if we didn’t know him, “and I am the drummer for your favourite band,” he paused again and the curtains revealed all the other band members, “SINGLE CAFFEINE."

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Okay, new story. 

I havent written anything other than this but I have planned the next chapter. 

I want to finish at least one of my books before I start uploading this one.  but I am planning this to be a short story :D

Heehe! Enjoy, and tell me what you think!