12:00

April 29, 2014

She pulled up at the doors at exactly 2:34 in the afternoon. Always late to everything, Karlee wanted to make sure that she was more than early for this event. It didn't matter who was playing, to be honest. All that mattered to her was that she was there and hearing all the new and live sounds for herself. And it didn't matter to her that the only company she had was someone she classified as a kind of not really friend. No, the details didn't matter so much to her. The pure excitement-coated bliss of this concert was enough to make her beautifully ignorant.

For good reason too. It was Karlee's first concert, and even though it was nearly forty degrees outside and all she had to keep her warm was a band t-shirt and a box of pizza sitting in her skinny jeaned lap, she wouldn't have wanted to change anything about this. Not even the four hours of waiting for the venue doors to open.

Getting in was like reaching between the couch cushions for spare change. Equally excited fans filed through - all of them wanting to get the perfect view of the band. But four hours of waiting did Karlee well, and she managed to land a spot in the pit. Satisfied, definitely.

"How long until the show starts?" she asked over the ecstatic roar of the crowd. The girl beside her, her fair weather model of a friend, quirked a single perfectly sculpted eyebrow as her eyes traveled down to the phone in her hands.

6:48

"T-minus twelve minutes," was the answer. Purple manicured nails locked the screen before sliding her phone into the pocket of her pants. It was a wonder, partially, how she could manage a task considering how tight her pants were. But she managed somehow, Karlee figured, and that was something to be said. "You excited?"

A nod. "There's a lot of people here though."

And that was true. Bodies against bodies made the are much tighter than necessary, and Karlee herself was doing all in her power to not have herself pressed against Megan - because along with that came all sorts of discomfort. Yet being beside a guy with a lip ring and tattered Converse on her other side made her feel slightly better about the whole ordeal. He looked like he belonged here.

Lights dimmed in anticipation for what was to come in the next ten minutes, with his hands casually hanging out of his pockets and clear blue eyes easily looking over the much shorter crowd, that blonde haired boy looked like this was the kind of place he was made to be in. And that brought a little comfort to Karlee for an unknown reason. His calm balanced out the vibes she was getting from both her first concert and Megan beside her. But it was clear that this was where he was supposed to be.

"There's always a lot of people at All Time Low." Oh- that's who was playing tonight. Megan's lips curled upward in that signature smirk she had perfected in the sixth grade - the kind that easily attracted anyone she wanted to. "But there are always a lot of cute boys, so it's worth it." And even though it was a typical Megan comment, the instinctive eyeroll that came from Karlee was just that. Instinctive.

"I guess they're not bad," she trailed for the sake of conversation. When the music started, the meaningless chatter wouldn't have mattered and she'd be off the hook. For now, however, the stupid time filler was necessary despite how dreadfully painful it was. 

"Not bad, god, you're such a fucking prude." And that was exactly why she preferred to not socialize with Megan. Megan, in all of her five foot nine, blonde haired and blue eyed glory, was only that. And it hurt for Karlee to remember this. There was a time once where they got along incredibly well - best friends even. But Megan was always meant for great things. Whatever Karlee was meant for, she didn't know, but it definitely wasn't the same as Megan, and they drifted drastically since the start of high school. Megan got a stellar body and equally steller modeling gig on the side, and Karlee... Didn't. Hell, the best she got was more confused as to what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, and her sideline watching skills got pathetically good too. She missed her blunt blonde of a friend sometimes, but she was always quickly reminded of why that feeling never lasted for very long.