A Matter Of Time [Mike Posner fanfic]

Tick

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

 I'm having a stare-down with the clock in the living room of Caroline and I's apartment. And I'm not planning on losing.  

Considering I always lose, this is my least favorite game to play when I'm waiting on Caroline. 

It's called, "Can you beat the clock?" and yes, I've played it so many times that I had to make a name for it. Oh, and there's more games, but I'm not going to bother listing them off.

The clock was a gift from her parents when she moved into this two bedroom apartment, with me. A grandfather clock, is what it's called I believe, but that about ends my knowledge.

The only other thing I know, is that I've been winning this staring contest with it for the past twenty minutes.

"CAROLINE!" I yell, hoping that'll hurry her up, but because I've known her for so long, I know that it'll be at least another full ten minutes before she decides her hair is good enough to go out tonight.

I hear bumps, and things falling to the floor, from her room down the hallway. Sighing, I lay back on the couch, taking my dark brown wedges off, and stretching out my legs. I had just begun to slip into one of those quick deep sleeps when my phone buzzed, loudly next to my head.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath, silently praying it wasn't my work asking me to fill in for someone tomorrow, I knew Caroline would make me go clubbing after. Theres no way I'd go to work looking or feeling like a zombie.

Pressing the green button, I answered the phone, not bothering to see who it was.

"Hello?" My voice was a bit harsh, and I grimaced hoping it wasn't my mother.

"Hey babyyyyy. H-h-how's the uh, uh, thing go-in-ing?" Immediately I could tell he'd been drinking, or had suddenly developed turrets. It was Josh, my boyfriend of about two years.

"Josh, we haven't even left yet. It's not even eight yet, and you're drinking?" This was basically my breaking point, we were going to have a talk about all this drinking when he was sober, because honestly, it was getting extremely frustrating.

Lately he'd been getting drunk every weekend with his so-called "buddies", or the people who used him to get free drinks.

"B-b-babbyyyy, I l-love uh, you. Yeah, you!" He blurted out, loudly, into the phone.

"DUDE GET OFF YOUR PHONE, THE STRIPPER'S HERE!" That was the last thing I heard before the line went dead.

"Are you kidding me?" I muttered to myself before turning off my phone and throwing it on the floor.

I sat up on the couch, and slipped my wedges back on. I stared straight ahead into the kitchen. Hoping that a carton of ice cream would magically float out of the refrigerator, and into my lap.

How could he hang out at a place where strippers were? I didn't really mind bars, but going to a strip club, or having a stripper at his apartment? That was just wrong. That was too far for me. I would never disrespect him like that, and I'd always assumed he wouldn't disrespect me like that either.

"Hey love, why are you giving the refrigerator a death stare?" Caroline asked, while applying yet another layer of lip gloss, and giving me a questioning look.

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering if I have enough time to grab something to eat before we leave." I tend to keep things, like this problem with Josh, to myself. It's not that Caroline isn't a good friend, she's just really terrible at advice on relationships. 

"Well you don't, because we're leaving!" She grabbed her jacket from the coat rack, and her purse from the table next to the door.

I got up, put my wedges back on, and grabbed my jacket too, sighing loudly. I could already tell that tonight wasn't going to go that well.

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"Can you believe how many people are here right now?" I asked Caroline as approached the entrance to the concert hall.

"Yeah, once the word started getting out, I had already gotten our tickets, with VIP passes, oh and you can thank me later!" She continued on as she smiled wickedly, which caused me to become filled with dread to meet this person or band.

Caroline was almost a groupie, except that she didn't stay with just one band, or person. Every week she was ranting about the upcoming concert, and then after she went to the concert, she was onto the next one. The good thing was that she brought me to every concert, whether or not I liked them, or even knew of the person or band. To say she broadened my musical horizon is probably the most truthful thing you could say about her.

"Whose playing tonight?" I asked for about the third time since we'd left the apartment. Considering our apartment was about 5 blocks away from the concert hall, it was a pretty short walk, but not fun in wedges.

"For the final time, I'm not telling you! You're just gonna love them, but actually him mostly!" She yelled, over the sudden roar coming from inside the concert hall.

I couldn't even hear any music so I didn't understand why there was so much noise. We had made our way past the long line wrapped around the hall, and were now waiting for the security guard to finish checking our I.D.'s and VIP passes.

Caroline had a huge grin on her face when the security guard waved us through and waved to another guy to bring us to the backstage area. The only reason I knew this 'hand-waving' code, was because Caroline made this happen at every show.

When we finally made it down the long hall to the backstage area, it was humming with activity. There was at least twenty people mostly guys, running around with band equipment, or clipboards, but all had headphones and were talking super fast.

This act must be pretty important...

"Ladiessssss anddddddd Gentlemaaaaaaan! Please put your hands together for the one....the only.....MIKE POSNER AND THE BRAIN TRUST!" The annoucer finished by yelling so loud I was sure I wouldn't be able to even hear the band or the guy play.

The crowd immediately went completelly nuts. Eveyone was screaming their head off, I turned my head to look at Caroline and she was yelling too, making most of the people backstage wince. I was glad I had grown immune to her version of excitement over the past year.

"Hey Everyone, I hope y'all are having a good time tonight so far!" His voice was incredibly sexy, I wasn't going to lie, I mean damn. If he read half of the stuff my teachers read me, I'd probably have a 4.0 GPA...

"Alright, the first song tonight, I'm going to dedicate to all the ladies who get money!" I had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but soon enough I heard him sing the first words of the song accompanied by a piano.

"Now you may never be on a Maybelline commercial, but you always let me know when you got some purple..."

I was in for one hell of a night.