Deadly Love

Chapter 6: Concert

Getting out of the cab was nerve racking. Why was I feeling like this? I need to get over this feeling.

I walk into the big building and buzz into Matts apartment number.

"What?" I hear Matts voice through the little speaker by the front desk.

"Buzz me up rockstar."

The elevator comes to pick me up and I get in.

I begin to fidget with my shirt and tug at the little bag I had on my shoulder.

Approaching his apartment, the door opens. Matt stands there with a huge smile on his face.

He looks so fucking good. His hair is wet and he had stubble on his face.

It was at that moment that I realized that he looked like a young Johnny Depp.

"How'd you hear me coming?" I laugh.

"Because of your clicky heels." He chuckled and starts analyzing me.

I felt as though I was naked and he was looking at me.

"Well god damn you look good." He pulls me into a hug.

His intoxicating cologne fills my nose. I couldn't help but to smell him, I fucking loved it when guys smelled good.

"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself."

He opens his arm indicating for me to come in.

This time I didn't hesitate. I wanted to look confident even though that was the farthest thing from what I was actually feeling.

When you walk into his house the first thing you see is his living room area.

To the right was his bathroom and bedroom and to the left was a bar.

"Cool place." My heels click with every step I take.

"Thanks, so pick your poison, doll face." He marches over to the bar while sniffing.

"I'm a tequila girl."

"Alright!" I sit down at the bar area as he pours our shots.

Taking the shot into my hands I swing it back and feel the burning sensation down my throat.

My hair was straight tonight and I caught him looking at it.

"What?" Matt comes around the bar with the bottle in his hand.

"Your hair is beautiful." He touches my hair while looking down at me.

I began to feel intimidated.

"Thank you. Your hair is beautiful too." I laugh and take the bottle from him.

I turn away from him and pour the alcohol into the shot glass and quickly take another one.

"You're very shy. It's cute."

"I'm not that shy." I chuckle.

"Yeah alright and I'm not famous." He turns on his stereo as I pour another shot. I want to get shit faced tonight.

All Apologies by Nirvana starts playing and I begin to bop my head. But not before taking another shot.

"So you like nirvana?" I get up and walk toward him, who is in the living room going through his cds.

"Of course, what kind of rockstar would I be if I didn't like some Kurt Cobain?"

He's right, everyone likes Nirvana.