one shots [kaylor]

petals

⚠mature content at the end⚠

Taylor's POV

"It's not really my scene, Julia." I reject roommate's offer to join her at some rock concert for the fifth time, but she doesn't look like she's even close to giving up. I don't understand why she is so persistent on taking me along to the concert. It's some indie rock band that she is so into, and I'm not. She wants me to experiment with new genres but I honestly don't know how comfortable I'd be surrounded by those indie kids that wear all black and smoke for the aesthetic.

"It's not a metal rock band, they play soft rock and they're amazing. Please." Julia pleads again, ruffling her black hair and flinging her backpack on her shoulders.

"I don't kn-"

"Just think about it. It's at seven tonight and I still have an extra ticket." She smiles and heads out for her afternoon class. Luckily, my classes ended before lunch and I have the entire day off since I don't even have to go to work today. Maybe I should go along with her, it might be fun. Maybe I'll meet somebody, it has been quite a long time since I got some, and with midterms approaching I could totally use some tension relief.

It's a concert, not a fucking brothel!

I do feel kind of weird that I don't know anything about this band, except for the fact that Julia loves them very much and that they're called Petals. Hopefully, I won't be the only oblivious one at the concert.

• • •

"I'm so happy you're coming with me! You're gonna love it!" Julia squeals when I break it to her that I will be joining her for the show, she grips my elbows and jumps up and down.

"Yeah yeah, save some energy for the concert." I roll my eyes and get her off of me, walking to my closet trying to pick something appropriate to wear to an indie rock concert.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Don't wear your I-listen-to-top-40-only clothes, take something of mine." Julia offers as she rummages through her own closet, throwing out various items of clothing that involve stuff that I wouldn't even give a second glance in stores. 

She shoves as small piece of fabric which is revealed to be an embroidered bralette. As if.

"That'll look cute on you." Julia says before handing me a pair of denim shorts.

"Julia, it's like sixty degrees outside." I tell her, and she looks like she's deep in thought for a while before her eyes go wide and she goes back to rummaging her closet.

She finally tosses me a baby blue bomber jacket with lots of flowers on it, maybe this'll do.

• • •

We get to the decently sized arena downtown before time and wait in line for the gates to open, I see people of various ages ranging from twelve year olds escorted by a parent to people that looked nearly thirty. Unlike what I was expecting, not many looked like the indie rock fan image that I had created in my head. Julia and I sip on the whiskey concoction that we'd created in the car before stepping out into the cold. Being a little tipsy would help me feel at ease here. I look around to try and learn a few more things about Petals. They're a four-membered band, three girls and a guy, all Los Angeles born and raised.

"I swear they take ages to open up." Julia grumbles as she takes a relatively large sip, or rather chug, of her drink from the soda bottle we had put it in.

"Tone it down, you'll be too drunk to remember the show." I chuckle as I take a tiny sip of the drink.

"Nuh-uh, like I'd forget this experience of a lifetime. Our seats are close to the stage, I'm hoping Dylan takes notice of me and we hit it off." Julia fascinatedly daydreams about the band's young drummer that she's probably had a crush on for a while.