You're standing in line for the concert you've waited the whole summer for: Rome. They're a pretty low-key band so there was only a good amount of people. Luckily, you were second in line standing behind a couple other girls, and, from the looks of the line behind you, you only saw a couple guys at the end because they weren't smart enough to come early. Everyone quickly ran through the doors when they were opened and you found yourself front and center like always from concert experience. There was no opening act so you took time to look around and raised your eyebrows at the guy standing next to you. "How did someone like you get up here?" you said sounding like a snob. "Some people have a way of getting what they want, you know" he smirked. "You don't deserve the front row, I didn't even see you in line! And you're wearing a beanie! Anyone with concert experience knows that once this band comes out and people push you're loosing it and never getting it back." you told him sternly. "Is that so?" he said now with his body flat against yours. He leaned in with his mouth hovering yours and whispered "There's only one thing to do then," he leaned back and grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the pit. "What the hell? I lost my spot! It's going to be impossible to get back in there! What were you thinking?" you yelled as you shook his hand off yours. "I was thinking I couldn't lose my beanie in there" he laughed. "So? You didn't need me to help keep it safe?" you said still pretty angry at whoever this kid was. "Yeah well I also couldn't do this back there either" he said and before you understood what he meant his hands found their way down your back stopping at your legs to lift you up as he but your lip with his teeth and starting moving his mouth in perfect synch with yours.
