Forever Vegas {A Criss Angel Story}

*Forever Vegas~1*

It was a nice sunny Sunday morning and I was racing around and tripping thru my clothes that was loitering the entire floor of my bedroom, but that was normal for a young teen punk that just turned into a young woman of 20 years, That's right my name is Kiley Christine Whitmore but better known as Kc, and I was at the moment running around my house trying to locate all my favorite swag to pack up so I could be ready to head out with my 4 besties Abby, Sandy, Rachel, and Kim to the #1 greatest hot spot for girls of our age and quality to have a lot of fun and serious partying, the one and only Sin City itself, Viva Las Vegas!

The only difference was this time it was just going to be me and my other teen/punk friends that were going and no parents! Because now we were all considered adults, but with a lot of immature actions which was probably the best way to be always young and silly at heart. I irritatingly blew my black locks of hair out of my face as I fumbled around on the floor wondering if my girlfriends were having the same amount of problems as I was at packing their suitcases. I knew we would be splashing in the swimming pool, so I needed to find my sexiest bikini I owned, not to brag, but I did have a very nice body from my neck down anyway, my face was my downside, I thought I was rather homely, but my sexy body made up for it most of the time, and I had a heart of gold as all my family and friends told me all the time.

I was 5'6" in height and I weighed 130 lbs, with a very muscular body and a large bust and a ghetto booty, as my ex-boyfriend used to call it, I still to this day don't really know what he meant by it, for when I looked at my ass thru the mirror I didn't see anything wrong with it. My hair was long and mildly wavy that I usually kept in a ponytail because I hated it in my face, but didn't feel like chopping it off. My mom came up to my room and jokingly asked me if I could put my herd of elephants away for a while because I was rattling all the windows and pictures off the walls up here. I slowly stood up and told her I was having major issues on what to pack and it was getting on my nerves, and I had to be ready before tomorrow morning or I would miss my flight that was at 7 in the morning.

My mom smiled at me and told me packing for Vegas wasn't a tragedy and that I didn't need to get all worked up over it, because I looked good in no matter what I wore. I rolled my eyes but told her thanks, but I knew for a fact, that I had clothes that made me look like 2-day old barf, and wouldn't be caught dead wearing around here, let alone in Vegas. No, I had to have only the best clothes to take on my vacay with my girlfriends, because we all were seriously thinking about going on the manhunt while we were out, and was also going to be in 110% party mode. So instead of searching the floors any longer I went straight to my little walk-in closet and began searching thru all my fanciest clothes.

I pulled out three different dresses, then I grabbed a few cute minis and matching spaghetti strap shirts to go with them, then I grabbed my sandals, my boots, and my Nike's for when we were going to be walking long distances while site seeing. I also grabbed my nightie, and lots of undergarments, but I made sure they were all the fancy Victoria Secret matching ones instead of my cheaper brands. I had my feminine products packed already the next thing to get was some jean cut-off shorts and maybe a couple pair of my designer jeans just in case I was wanting to go casual instead of classy or sassy.

I slowly zipped my suitcase thinking I was done when I realized that I didn't have my two favorite hats packed or the bandanna that I wore every now and then. So as I ran back into the closet, I stopped and kissed my finger and placed it on my favorite enormous Criss Angel poster that I had on my wall and told it that I would see him soon enough and couldn't wait, and that he was and always would be my sexy Angel of magical love. Yep, that's right, I was a huge Mindfreak Loyal, the first time I saw him was when I was 7 years old and visiting my aunt in New York, he was a lot different back then, wearing head to toe black leather, his hair was solid black and trended clear down to his ass, and he was totally goth, that's when I fell in love with him, and as I grew older my love got stronger and more obsessive.

My girlfriends all said he was ok, and a great at what he did, but they honestly didn't get why I was so obsessed with him, because there were so many better-looking celebrities out there instead of me being hooked on just one crazy ass magician. I would just smile at them and tell them that was just the way I was, and I was a creature of habit and couldn't change my spots into stripes. Then I would look at each of them and tell them that they could talk because I knew for a fact that Sandy was just as obsessed with Sully Erna of Godsmack as I was Criss Angel. Kimberly was the same way with Ashley Purdy of the Black Veil Brides, and Rachel she loved New Kids On The Block so we all had our own steamy dreamy crushes and guys we had our wet dreams about.

Even though I had to admit Criss Angel wasn't the only celebrity I was in love with...for I was very obsessed with Klayton Scott as well. But every time I told them that, all they would say in return was who in the hell was that because he wasn't what I would call a very well-known musician, but he was definitely one of the wildest and sexiest I've ever seen on the youtube screen. His flashy red and black mohawk was enough to make any girl that had any sense go gaga, and if that didn't work they would for his sexy tattoos, sexy body, and awesome piercings and I didn't even want to get started on his amazing voice and musical talents.