Till We Meet Again

Chapter One

     Stormi's pov
     When I was younger I had a best friend who I quickly fell hard for. We had become so close. He was my first everything; my first crush, my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first fuck, and my first heart break. I had been his everything and I thought I was his.
      He started to get distant, started hanging out with the wrong people. The  boy I once thought I knew had slowly started to vanish. Once I found his drug stash hidden under his bed I was heart broken. I tried to help him, I really did. It didn't help it just made him more distant until shit didn't work anymore. We split up and nothing was ever the same.
       We quit talking to each other. He went on to be the big rapper everyone knows as Eminem. I went off and became a makeup artist.
     As soon as I could I moved out of Detroit, moved to a place where nobody knew I was Eminem's ex. I moved to New York City.
      Now I live in an apartment building off time square and at the moment I work at a Cover Girl store. My dream is to own my own beauty store. I have a best friend named Bridget who works with me. After work hours Bridget and I go out clubbing on the weekend.
     As much as I try to escape from my memory of Mashall it doesn't work very well, not only is he all over billboards around the city, Bridget is obsessed with him. I play it off like I like his music just so she doesn't ask questions, but the truth is I haven't ever listened to any of it.
                           Present day
     I woke up around 7 am to get ready for work. I drank my coffee and hopped into the shower. After showering I put my red and black uniform on and put my makeup on. I headed out to work at 8:50 and walked to work since it is just right across the street. As soon as I walk in Bridget attacks me in a hug. "Guess what I got us", she excitedly yelled at me. Hugging her back and raising my brow,"What"? She grinned at me pulling two tickets out of her pocket for an Eminem show. I try to hide my unhappiness and smile, "omigod, when"? "Tomorrow night after work". I nodded and smiled, "okay".
    I tried not to worry about the concert the rest of the day. After I closed up shop I went home sighing to myself. I ate my dinner alone, watched TV and went to sleep around 11. Just to wake up and do my morning routine and work all over again, except I was dreading it more than usual because the closer work was over the closer I was to having to watch him on stage.