Playing With Fire
The Concert
I held my empty glass above my head and swallowed the spicy liquer that made its way down my throat. I slammed the glass down and there were cheers around me.
"Damn that was spicy." I commented after a few seconds.
"Another round Ever?" The bartender asked me. I nodded and looked out to the dance floor. My best friend was out there dancing her night away, wasted, and was probably going to need rescuing soon.
"This is your fourth night here Ever, something going on?" Eric, the bartender, asked concern evident in his eyes.
"Not a damn thing, Melissa is the one who is having the issues, her and Chris broke up and she isn't taking it well." I shared and he nodded. My hand grasped the cool glass and raised it to my mouth and the warm liquid ran down my throat.
"Speaking of Melissa, can you go and get her, she's getting heated." I looked over and saw Mel talking with a guy and she looked pissed. My feet hit the ground and I slithered my way over to my friend. Her face was red and her hair was a slight mess. She started to get in his face before I made it to her.
"Mel, let's go, I'm tired, and he is not worth it." My hand wrapped around her arm and I pulled her away from him and back to the bar.
"Be good Melissa, and I don't want to see you here for a fifth consecutive night, alright?" Eric stared at Melissa and she nodded. The two of us walked out of the building and stopped at my car.
"What were you arguing with that guy about?" I asked, curious.
"I don't even remember, to be honest. I'm too drunk for that." She laughed and plopped herself into my car. I climbed in and pulled the door to my side and stuck the key in the ignition.
"When we get home, you are going to bed, no questions asked, alright?" My eyes burned into her head and she sighed.
"Fine, but it's only like 11."
"I don't care. You need to sleep off the hangover you got from thre days ago." I spat in her direction and pulled onto the street, my foot slowly pressing the gas pedel, making my car speed down the road.
"I do not have a hangover from three days ago, I'm drunk. There is a difference Everleigh." She slurred back at me. I rolled my eyes and stopped at a stoplight.
"Melissa, you haven't been sober since Chris left, I think you have a problem." At the mention of his name tears began to fall from her eyes. The light turned green and my foot found its place on the pedal.
"I loved him, and he just left. He didn't even give me a reason Ever. Not a damn reason." She cried into her hands.
"I know, I know. But he was a dickhead anyways, so you are better off without him." Our house came into view and I sighed in relief. My car pulled into the driveway and I put it into park. Melissa practically fell out of my car and made her way to the house, stumbling in the process. My head shook from side to side as a smirk grew on my face. I pushed the door open and climbed out of the car and walked towards the front door. Inside the hall closet was left open, Melissa's jacket and shoes in a small pile on the floor. I put the jacket on a hanger and the shoes on the shoe rack and closed the door. Down the small front hallway the door to the living room was open and the lights were on, Eric must have left them on when he left. My bare feet padded their way along the floor and into the kitchen, where Melissa resided, sitting on the counter with a bucket of vanilla ice cream in her hands.
"Melissa, I said you were going to bed when we got home, go. I don't want to act like your mother." She looked at me and pouted, but set the bucket down and walked upstairs. I put the cover on the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. I made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. My room was a mess, clothes were everywhere, and my dresser drawers were open. Must have left them open when I left. My hands grasped the clothing and shoved it all into my dresser and closed the drawers. I slipped out of my dress and slipped into shorts and a t-shirt. After cleaning up my face and pulling down my hair, I sat down in the chair at my desk and pulled open my laptop. The tab that held my facebook was blinking, my mouse moved its way over and clicked. My friend Tara messaged me.
Tara Milkent: Wanna go to an a7x concert tomorrow with me and the guys?
I stared at the word 'a7x' for a few seconds and all of the images of my night with a specific guitarist from that band came flooding back. The way he held me and touched me, it was so much different from any other time I has sex, ever.
Ever Glosen: Yeah, sure. Am I driving or are you getting me???
My head rested on the table top and I sat there, my thoughts swimming with him.
Tara Milkent: Nope, you aren't driving, I am. :) Wear something sexy, we have backstage passes. :)
I sighed and closed the computer, my thoughts still swimming with him. I made my way to my bed and cucooned myself with the blankets and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning I tried to turn over but realized I wasn't alone. Eric's home. I rolled over and faced him. My finger pressed his nose and it took him a second but his face scrunched up and he opened his eyes.
"Why are you in my bed Eric?" I asked.
"My room was cold, and I knew you wouldn't mind." He smiled and I chuckled. My hands threw the blankets off of my body and my feet found the ground. I turned my head and saw it was 12:30. A smile found its way to my face and I walked to my computer.
"Did you ever get a response back from that Michelle person?" Eric was getting out of my bed and stretching.
"Not yet, I don't think, but I'm about to check." I responded as I opened my email, and right there on top was an email from Michelle D. My mouse clicked the message and a new window opened.
Dear Everleigh,
Me and my sister loved your portfolio and the answers you gave us. After a few hours of dicussing, we decided it would be best if we would hire you to work with us on House of Syn. Please respond soon, we are dying for an answer.
Thanks again,
Michelle DiBenedetto and Valary Sanders
"Oh my god, they want to hire me." I exclaimed and turned to look at Eric.
"That's great Ever. Now you can show your clothing designs to the world." He smiled and I quickly wrote a response and stood to walk out. Once I was downstairs I heard the ever famous complaining of my dear friend Melissa.
"Mel, stop whining about your headache, you are the one who drank four days in a row." I yelled across the house.
"Shut it Glosen, no one wants to hear you right now." She yelled back. I found her sitting in the living room with a blanket around her body.
"Excuse me? No one wants to hear me? You're the one who keeps complaining nonstop about having a headache and feeling like you were run over by a train, not me, so shut the fuck up or I will strangle you." She stared at me and I gave her a look.
"I'm sorry Ever. I just, my head hurts." She whined again. I rolled my eyes and turned to the kitchen.
In exactly an hour I will be at a concert by the man who has been my thoughts since last night. Holy shit. I nervously played with my hair as I waited for Tara to get me.
"Damn girl, what are you so nervous about?" Melissa asked as she sat down next to me.
"I don't even know. It's just a concert that we have backstage passes to. Why would I be nervous?" I snapped my eyes at her and she gave me a look.
"Ok fine, that is big, but man, it's just a band, calm the fuck down." She said and turned to the tv. I saw head lights come up the driveway and took a breath. My feet walked out of the house and down the pathway. My hands opened the car door and I climbed in.
"Nice shirt. So, we get to go in and meet the band before the show and then hang out after. God I love being friends with Val." Tara exclaimed.
"Wait we're meeting the band before the concert?" I stared at her and she nodded.
"Duh, and I am fucking excited. Brian is single and ready to mingle." Tara has had a crush on Brian Haner Jr, aka Synyster Gates for the longest time. None of my friends know about my night with him and I hope they don't. About a half hour later we pulled into the parking lot and Tara handed me a pass.
"Let's go bitches." She put sunglasses on and we walked to the front of the line and Tara held her pass up and they let her in. We all did the same and walked down the hall.
"This is really exciting, meeting Avenged Sevenfold." Leah, my other friend, commented. I nodded and we stopped in front of a big door. We held our passes up and walked inside the large room. All five members of Avenged Sevenfold were sitting on the couches relaxing. Holy shit.
"Well this must be the group we were expecting." Matt smiled and stood, walking over to us. I went behind Leah and she looked at me.
"Let's start with names?" Tara asked.
"Sure." Matt said.
"I'm Tara, the mastermind of this group." Tara smirked and they chuckled.
"Meghan, I'm just a friend of hers." Meghan's cheeks flushed red and they all smiled.
"I'm Leah, and this is awesome." Leah smiled and I was left.
"I'm Ever." I did this weird wave and they all nodded, except Brian, he stared at me with eyes that had the expression of, I can't believe it's her.
"That's an interesting name, is it short for anything?" Brian asked me.
"Everleigh." I blushed and looked at my feet. The other three went on and started talking with the band, but Brian walked over to me and grabbed my arm and brought me down a small hallway.
"I can't believe it's you." His breath was warm on my neck.
"Yeah, I, um." I stuttered and then my lips weren't alone. His were planted on mine and my whole body melted once again. After a few seconds he pulled away and stared into my eyes.
"I have been waiting to do that again since I met you." He was out of breath and my face was turning red. I couldn't form words, his brown eyes were staring into mine, hungry. I couldn't help myself, my hands brought his face to mine again and our lips locked. His neck tensed as we got more and more heated and my arms wrapped around him. My mind was brought back to that night and I was in heaven. I pulled away, completely out of breath and stared at him. He stepped back and smirked.
"I have to go on stage, but afterwards, would you mind giving me a replay of that night?" He asked, his eyes hungry for more than what I gave him. I bit my lip and nodded. He chuckled and walked away and turned the corner. I let out a breath and looked up, a huge smirk appearing on my face. After a few minutes I walked back, to make sure it was safe. The band was getting ready to leave and Tara was eyeing up Brian.
"Let's go get in the audience." I said to Tara and she nodded. We walked out and all I could think of was what I was doing after the concert.
"Damn that was spicy." I commented after a few seconds.
"Another round Ever?" The bartender asked me. I nodded and looked out to the dance floor. My best friend was out there dancing her night away, wasted, and was probably going to need rescuing soon.
"This is your fourth night here Ever, something going on?" Eric, the bartender, asked concern evident in his eyes.
"Not a damn thing, Melissa is the one who is having the issues, her and Chris broke up and she isn't taking it well." I shared and he nodded. My hand grasped the cool glass and raised it to my mouth and the warm liquid ran down my throat.
"Speaking of Melissa, can you go and get her, she's getting heated." I looked over and saw Mel talking with a guy and she looked pissed. My feet hit the ground and I slithered my way over to my friend. Her face was red and her hair was a slight mess. She started to get in his face before I made it to her.
"Mel, let's go, I'm tired, and he is not worth it." My hand wrapped around her arm and I pulled her away from him and back to the bar.
"Be good Melissa, and I don't want to see you here for a fifth consecutive night, alright?" Eric stared at Melissa and she nodded. The two of us walked out of the building and stopped at my car.
"What were you arguing with that guy about?" I asked, curious.
"I don't even remember, to be honest. I'm too drunk for that." She laughed and plopped herself into my car. I climbed in and pulled the door to my side and stuck the key in the ignition.
"When we get home, you are going to bed, no questions asked, alright?" My eyes burned into her head and she sighed.
"Fine, but it's only like 11."
"I don't care. You need to sleep off the hangover you got from thre days ago." I spat in her direction and pulled onto the street, my foot slowly pressing the gas pedel, making my car speed down the road.
"I do not have a hangover from three days ago, I'm drunk. There is a difference Everleigh." She slurred back at me. I rolled my eyes and stopped at a stoplight.
"Melissa, you haven't been sober since Chris left, I think you have a problem." At the mention of his name tears began to fall from her eyes. The light turned green and my foot found its place on the pedal.
"I loved him, and he just left. He didn't even give me a reason Ever. Not a damn reason." She cried into her hands.
"I know, I know. But he was a dickhead anyways, so you are better off without him." Our house came into view and I sighed in relief. My car pulled into the driveway and I put it into park. Melissa practically fell out of my car and made her way to the house, stumbling in the process. My head shook from side to side as a smirk grew on my face. I pushed the door open and climbed out of the car and walked towards the front door. Inside the hall closet was left open, Melissa's jacket and shoes in a small pile on the floor. I put the jacket on a hanger and the shoes on the shoe rack and closed the door. Down the small front hallway the door to the living room was open and the lights were on, Eric must have left them on when he left. My bare feet padded their way along the floor and into the kitchen, where Melissa resided, sitting on the counter with a bucket of vanilla ice cream in her hands.
"Melissa, I said you were going to bed when we got home, go. I don't want to act like your mother." She looked at me and pouted, but set the bucket down and walked upstairs. I put the cover on the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. I made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. My room was a mess, clothes were everywhere, and my dresser drawers were open. Must have left them open when I left. My hands grasped the clothing and shoved it all into my dresser and closed the drawers. I slipped out of my dress and slipped into shorts and a t-shirt. After cleaning up my face and pulling down my hair, I sat down in the chair at my desk and pulled open my laptop. The tab that held my facebook was blinking, my mouse moved its way over and clicked. My friend Tara messaged me.
Tara Milkent: Wanna go to an a7x concert tomorrow with me and the guys?
I stared at the word 'a7x' for a few seconds and all of the images of my night with a specific guitarist from that band came flooding back. The way he held me and touched me, it was so much different from any other time I has sex, ever.
Ever Glosen: Yeah, sure. Am I driving or are you getting me???
My head rested on the table top and I sat there, my thoughts swimming with him.
Tara Milkent: Nope, you aren't driving, I am. :) Wear something sexy, we have backstage passes. :)
I sighed and closed the computer, my thoughts still swimming with him. I made my way to my bed and cucooned myself with the blankets and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning I tried to turn over but realized I wasn't alone. Eric's home. I rolled over and faced him. My finger pressed his nose and it took him a second but his face scrunched up and he opened his eyes.
"Why are you in my bed Eric?" I asked.
"My room was cold, and I knew you wouldn't mind." He smiled and I chuckled. My hands threw the blankets off of my body and my feet found the ground. I turned my head and saw it was 12:30. A smile found its way to my face and I walked to my computer.
"Did you ever get a response back from that Michelle person?" Eric was getting out of my bed and stretching.
"Not yet, I don't think, but I'm about to check." I responded as I opened my email, and right there on top was an email from Michelle D. My mouse clicked the message and a new window opened.
Dear Everleigh,
Me and my sister loved your portfolio and the answers you gave us. After a few hours of dicussing, we decided it would be best if we would hire you to work with us on House of Syn. Please respond soon, we are dying for an answer.
Thanks again,
Michelle DiBenedetto and Valary Sanders
"Oh my god, they want to hire me." I exclaimed and turned to look at Eric.
"That's great Ever. Now you can show your clothing designs to the world." He smiled and I quickly wrote a response and stood to walk out. Once I was downstairs I heard the ever famous complaining of my dear friend Melissa.
"Mel, stop whining about your headache, you are the one who drank four days in a row." I yelled across the house.
"Shut it Glosen, no one wants to hear you right now." She yelled back. I found her sitting in the living room with a blanket around her body.
"Excuse me? No one wants to hear me? You're the one who keeps complaining nonstop about having a headache and feeling like you were run over by a train, not me, so shut the fuck up or I will strangle you." She stared at me and I gave her a look.
"I'm sorry Ever. I just, my head hurts." She whined again. I rolled my eyes and turned to the kitchen.
In exactly an hour I will be at a concert by the man who has been my thoughts since last night. Holy shit. I nervously played with my hair as I waited for Tara to get me.
"Damn girl, what are you so nervous about?" Melissa asked as she sat down next to me.
"I don't even know. It's just a concert that we have backstage passes to. Why would I be nervous?" I snapped my eyes at her and she gave me a look.
"Ok fine, that is big, but man, it's just a band, calm the fuck down." She said and turned to the tv. I saw head lights come up the driveway and took a breath. My feet walked out of the house and down the pathway. My hands opened the car door and I climbed in.
"Nice shirt. So, we get to go in and meet the band before the show and then hang out after. God I love being friends with Val." Tara exclaimed.
"Wait we're meeting the band before the concert?" I stared at her and she nodded.
"Duh, and I am fucking excited. Brian is single and ready to mingle." Tara has had a crush on Brian Haner Jr, aka Synyster Gates for the longest time. None of my friends know about my night with him and I hope they don't. About a half hour later we pulled into the parking lot and Tara handed me a pass.
"Let's go bitches." She put sunglasses on and we walked to the front of the line and Tara held her pass up and they let her in. We all did the same and walked down the hall.
"This is really exciting, meeting Avenged Sevenfold." Leah, my other friend, commented. I nodded and we stopped in front of a big door. We held our passes up and walked inside the large room. All five members of Avenged Sevenfold were sitting on the couches relaxing. Holy shit.
"Well this must be the group we were expecting." Matt smiled and stood, walking over to us. I went behind Leah and she looked at me.
"Let's start with names?" Tara asked.
"Sure." Matt said.
"I'm Tara, the mastermind of this group." Tara smirked and they chuckled.
"Meghan, I'm just a friend of hers." Meghan's cheeks flushed red and they all smiled.
"I'm Leah, and this is awesome." Leah smiled and I was left.
"I'm Ever." I did this weird wave and they all nodded, except Brian, he stared at me with eyes that had the expression of, I can't believe it's her.
"That's an interesting name, is it short for anything?" Brian asked me.
"Everleigh." I blushed and looked at my feet. The other three went on and started talking with the band, but Brian walked over to me and grabbed my arm and brought me down a small hallway.
"I can't believe it's you." His breath was warm on my neck.
"Yeah, I, um." I stuttered and then my lips weren't alone. His were planted on mine and my whole body melted once again. After a few seconds he pulled away and stared into my eyes.
"I have been waiting to do that again since I met you." He was out of breath and my face was turning red. I couldn't form words, his brown eyes were staring into mine, hungry. I couldn't help myself, my hands brought his face to mine again and our lips locked. His neck tensed as we got more and more heated and my arms wrapped around him. My mind was brought back to that night and I was in heaven. I pulled away, completely out of breath and stared at him. He stepped back and smirked.
"I have to go on stage, but afterwards, would you mind giving me a replay of that night?" He asked, his eyes hungry for more than what I gave him. I bit my lip and nodded. He chuckled and walked away and turned the corner. I let out a breath and looked up, a huge smirk appearing on my face. After a few minutes I walked back, to make sure it was safe. The band was getting ready to leave and Tara was eyeing up Brian.
"Let's go get in the audience." I said to Tara and she nodded. We walked out and all I could think of was what I was doing after the concert.
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