We Had A Bulletproof Love

Let The Sky Fall

(as aforementioned, I was twelve.
Most of this is really bad, but honestly idc whatever
oops. -Ash)

~Scarlett's POV~

"Hey mom." I stumbled past my busy mother towards the kitchen. I wasn't going to eat, of course. Dammit where the fuck is my phone? I quietly stammered as I rummaged the house for my phone. Glancing at my still busy mother, I noticed my phone sitting across the room from where I stood. "Gotcha' you little runaway." Yes, I sometimes spoke to my phone. "Bye mom the concert is going to start in like HOLY SHIT just one hour! Gotta' go see you after!" I thought about kissing my mom goodbye, but decided against it. Fuckery. As I headed out to my car, I thought about what the concert would be like. It was my first time I had gotten first row, and I didn't know if I would pass out mid-show.

After avoiding traffic for a good ten minutes, I got to the concert pretty early so I just kind of hung out until it would start. I got bored the second I arrived, so I thought maybe I'd go on a treasure hunt around the arena. Straight in front of me was the band merch, and luckily I'd managed to get some extra cash from my friends by bargaining a few homework answers. Haha, idiots I thought the minute they'd forked it over. After buying a few bracelets and shirts, I stuffed them in my backpack and tended to my vibrating phone. I had a text from my best friend, Evan.

Girl, where you at? -Evan

Concert, remember? Got you a brace-

I was cut short from my text as I tripped over someone's foot and face-planted hard ground . "OH SHIT SORRY! ARE YOU OKAY?" a rather concerned voice said. "Uh, yeah I think..." I looked up, confused to the guy I'd tripped over. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I murmured as he helped me up. "I'm so sorry I didn't see you. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" He asked.

"What? Oh, it's no big deal. I mean it's just my face nothing to worry about, I'm not a freaking flower." I stated. "Well I think we started off the left foot," he smirked as he said so GOD this guy was more than cute, he was actually pretty hot and awfully familiar, "I'm Tony Perry." "Tony?! THE Tony Perry?!" I literally shouted. "Was last time I checked," he half smiled "and you are?" He curiously asked. "Oh yeah sorry Scarlett Johnson. I fucking love your band!" I squealed. He simply smirked and seemed to debate over something in his head. "Why thank you. I don't do much, but I appreciate it. About the trip... let me make it up to you. Please. We're the last ones onstage and still have like three hours to chill. Would you like some coffee?" He shyly asked. Am I dreaming? "Uh umm sure I'd love some coffee. Thank you."

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