It was in the middle of November of last year that I got the news about 'the 1975' the best indie band that was coming to the Seattle area next year in September.
"I can't go." She could go, the problem was that I didn't want her to & she knew that all too well.
"Yes you can!" I implied along with, "Don't you wanna bond with me?" I said trying to make her feel better.
I wanted to make Violet feel like I was including her in something I like to do. Which is go to concerts & raves but she isn't into the majority of things that I am. I'm not one to put labels on anyone but when it came to us it was hard not to. We were your typical polar opposites she likes cutesy things, whereas I like what she calls "gross" things. We keep each other balanced out, like all friends do. But I'm more of what you call or what the majority of my teachers call "emotionally disturbed." No, I'm not one of those girls that gets caught up in drugs, sex, & alcohol because believe me that would make me more rebellious & interesting than I already am. But I was that weird girl that dressed in ripped tights & weird boots but I am not here to tell you about the clothes on my back. I am here to tell you a story, a story about a boy & a girl. Sounds cliché right? Now I bet you're rolling your eyes because you think it's your typical love story about how he changed me & how much I love him, blah blah blah. Well aren't you wrong because he didn't change me, I changed him.
