i was finally going to his concert. ive been waiting for such a while. i was so excited. i have gone to his concerts before, but this time it felt special.
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^ (her outfit)
the uber finally came and i got into the car with one of my friends. we both were fans of lil xan.
** we arrived to the arena which was extremely full. the first song that played was "betrayed", which was definitely my personal favorite. my friend katelyn and i started screaming out the lyrics. then "slingshot", "who are you", "wake up", etc. after the concert finished i needed a drink. i went to the bar (not with my friend) because she wasnt really my partner in crime.
"hi can i have a three shots of vodka," i asked.
i wasnt going through the best time. it was because of my parents. they have been fighting everyday. sometimes even physically. they aggressively yell at each other violently and say horrible things. i would rather not deal with them so i got an apartment for myself. i wasnt gonna deal with that bullshit. the other part is that they literally are using all of my money to pay for their pathetic divorce papers.
so since then ive been drinking a lot. to be honest it isn't even working out for me that well but im just trying to forget. i have even cried myself to sleep, it just makes me so sad. also, on top of that i broke up with my boyfriend about a month ago. thats another reason, so it hasnt been easy.
anyways, i took the first shot. i squinted.
"rough day huh?" a male's voice said. i turned around. holy shit. it was him! it was lil xan.
"um i-" i stuttered.
"nah don't worry about it. im not judging, but i think that you should lay off of that." he suggested and sipped his alcohol. i said nothing since i was still surprised. "you gonna say something?"
"y- yeah sorry. hi, im chloe," i smiled.
"diego," he replied.
"yeah i know." i chuckled embarrassed. "i was at your concert tonight."
"ohh," he said. "you a fan?"
"yeah i guess you can call me that." i said.
"aight." he seemed out of it. i reached out my hand to take the next shot. diego put his hand on mine.
"don't," he whispered. "its way too soon."
i glared at the small glass and assumed that he was probably right. so i did not take it.
"why are you here anyways? not being nosy, but since you were just at a concert," i asked.
"well lately i have been feeling like pure shit. but i have a career ya know? i have been going to strip clubs, hooked up, but it didn't work. i dont wanna hook up with sluts anymore, anyway. it doesn't heal my pain. ion wanna be like that. so instead i just come here now. what about you?" he said.
"my parents have fought everyday, physically too. they have been using my wallet for the fucking papers. and i had a break up about a month ago. then i rented an apartment because i was done with the bullshit going on in my house. my brother brings girls over to fuck. so yeah, i have been coming here every single day for a month."
"wow," he mumbled with worried eyes. "ok but don't get too buzzed, aight? you boutta hurt yourself lil ma."
"thanks," I replied. "don't worry, though."
"hey.. why don't you just stay at my place for a bit. you seemed like you have been going through a lot of shit."
"no its fine, really.."
"but I insist."
"i think you're drunk, diego." i whispered and got off the seat.
"am i, lil ma?" he smirked and came close to me. "babygirl you already took a shot of vodka, lemme drive you."
"but i-"
"shh," he put his finger over my lip. "you are coming with me, lil ma."
