Seeing Me, Seeing You [COMPLETED]

~Chapter 22~

After finishing our beers at the bar, we headed over to the pavilion for the concert. Even though we arrived extremely early, a long line to get into the pavilion was already forming. The line was filled with freaks of all kinds, many looking exactly like Trevor and I in gothic attire. I knew that this was going to be a gathering unlike any other that I had previously experienced. I was actually pretty excited.

Waiting outside, the temperature started to drop and the wind chill started to pick up. I instantly regretted not bringing a sweater.

"You're getting cold," Trevor, who was holding onto my arm, said to me as goose bumps started rising on my skin, "Here. Take my leather jacket."

"Oh no, I don't need..."

He flung it off and handed it to me. "You do need it. I want you to be warm."

"But what about you?" I asked him.

"I can tough it out. The wait shouldn't be too much longer, right?" He shrugged.

I took his James Dean jacket and placed it around my shoulders. It hinted of his perfect scent of Divinci cologne.

We waited out in the cold for another twenty minutes. Then the doors opened and the people in line cheered. We held hands as we entered the building and then were torn apart into separate lines so that my purse could be searched through by concert security.

"I'll be okay," He smiled as I lead him to his line to get frisked down by security and get his ticket scanned, "I'll wait for you. Just come and find me."

I kept my eye on him the whole time while I was in line at the security checkpoint. I was surprised that my line was actually moving faster than his. The security guard had me open my purse and he took a quick peek inside using some sort of long wooden stick.

"All good! Enjoy the show. Next!" The security guard yelled, shuffling me along to the concert staff member who was scanning the tickets.

I whipped my ticket out of my pocket and handed it to the young girl. She took her scanner and waved it over the bar code.

"There seems to be some sort of issue with your ticket... It isn't scanning. Hold on a second. Let me go grab somebody to take a look at your ticket."

She paged another employee and they came over and examined my ticket. "Ma'am, it looks like these tickets are fake. Where did you get them from?" The gentleman asked.

"They were a birthday gift for my... kind-of-sort-of boyfriend over there."

I looked over and Trevor was having the same issue with his ticket.

"We are gonna have to ask you both to leave. I would tell you both to go purchase some tickets at the ticket booth, but the show is sold out tonight. I'm very sorry ma'am."

And just like that, my dreams of seeing The Cure were crushed. But for Trevor, this was the worst possible thing that could have happened.

~*~

"Can't I have one... just one thing go right for me?!" Trevor yelled as we exited the doors of the venue. "Goddamn it!!"

"The Cure will be back around someday. They play here quite often," I tried comforting him.

"No! This is just my luck, Keri! I was born cursed!"

I sighed a deep sigh and shook my head.

"Trevor, you aren't cursed! Maybe this just wasn't meant to be? We have the whole night to ourselves. We are in Chicago. We can find something fun to do..."

"There is nothing fun to do when two out of your five senses are missing!" He yelled, pacing back and forth down the sidewalk in a fury, nearly running into several people, "Just leave me here! This was all a mistake! All of it! Fuck everything!! And fuck you!"

"Fuck me?! How dare you!!" I screamed at him, loudly, turning heads.

"Trevor, I can't take you spewing off at the mouth like this! Just stop!" I yelled at him. He turned beet red, "Stop acting like a whiny brat!"

He stood still in his tracks, panting from his outburst. "Do you wanna know what the surprise was that I had planned for you tonight?"

"No. I don't! It doesn't matter now, because we are done! I am done trying with you, Trevor! I can't keep putting myself through all of the negativity over and over again," I broke down crying, "Our relationship is hard enough."

"Because of my disabilities... I see. So you are giving up on us? Giving up on me, huh?" He cried.

"There is no 'us.' And you gave up on yourself a long time ago."

I tore off his leather jacket, threw it into his chest and stormed off down the sidewalk to my car.

"C'mon, Keri! Don't leave me out here!" He begged and pleaded.

"You wanted me to leave you here, so that's what I'm doing! I don't feel sorry for you anymore."

"I'm sorry! Please, don't leave!! I don't want to lose you again! I love you!"

I froze and closed my eyes. Did he really just say that to me?

"Excuse me?!"

"Goddamn it, Keri! I love you! And I mean it! You are the one person that keeps my attitude in check when things don't go my way. Even when situations arise that suck, you are the beacon of light that makes everything better in my life. Losing you would mean that I would lose the only little bit of light that I have in my life. You see me for me and I see you for you. Please, I know I've screwed up over and over again, but I need you. I need this to work."

I turned around to face him. Strangers were staring at us; the pink-haired goth and the blind guy, duking it out in the middle of the sidewalk. I took him by the hand and dragged him away from the scene. "Fine. Get in my car. I'll take you home. But don't say another word to me. Like I said, we are done..."