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My reflection stared back at me intently and I began to pick out the flaw's in my appearance. My thighs looked pretty big in the bleached shorts I was wearing, it was a very good choice to contain them in a pair of solid black tights I thought to myself. I chose to wear a cropped black Nirvana t-shirt that had a picture of the band on the front and 'Nirvana' spelt in orange letters, my stomach was fully covered though as my shorts were high waisted. I did my make-up pretty lazily, just lining my eyes with black liner and sweeping on some mascara as I knew when the night was over it would all just end up down my face anyway. The only thing about my appearance I could say I actually liked was my hair, it's probably the darkest shade of brown you can get and it's curly and just about hit's my hips. Mikey calls it 'the lions mane' and I decided to tie my 'mane' up into a ponytail and I ran through my fringe with my straighteners.

At seven 'o' clock sharp Mikey rang my mobile to tell me that he, Gerard and Cindy were outside waiting for me. At the mention of a Cindy I laughed, I guessed it was another of Gerard's 'dates' and by date this meant a girl he would use and then never contact again. I always found it somewhat strange that Gerard, the guy who never really came out of the basement much managed to meet all these girls. Not that he wasn't attractive because well although not every girls into the 'pale face, dark hair' look he did seem to carry around this 'bad boy/mysterious' persona which is probably what attracted girls to him. Most the girl's he used were pretty trashy so I guess they were kind of asking for it but on the odd occasion the victim would be really nice and I couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for her. Sometimes when that would happen I would think about confronting Gerard but then I would remember he already didn't like me and I'd go to sleep feeling like a bad person who let an innocent girl get her heart fucked with.
Leaving a note for my dad on the kitchen counter telling him not to wait up for me I headed to Gerard's car. It was an old beat up white mitsibushi, the heating didn't work and the rado reception was fuzzy but it got us all from A to B so no one complained.
Shutting the door behind myself, I breathed in the cold, fresh air, 'the night is young' I thought to myself. The sky was a burnt out red colour as the sun was just setting, if Mikey wasn't shouting at me to hurry my ass along from the window of the car I would have taken some time to admire it. I climbed into the back seat of Gerard's car and was greeted by a very 'welcoming' Mikey.
"Took your time walking over!"
He said, mimicking a parent's tone of voice, I simply replied by leaning over and pecking him on the cheak, knowing it would annoy him.
"Eww, not again!" Squealed Mikey whilst rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand like earlier, I chuckled to myself, pleased with his childish reaction.
Gerard nodded over at me in greeting and breifly introduced his 'date' Cindy, who muttered a quick "hi", then reached over to place her hand rather highly on Gerard's thigh as if to claim him. As Gerard started up the car, Refused came on rather loudly resulting in none of us talking much for the duration of the journey. The comfortable silence allowed me to process Cindy, and just from glancing at her alone I knew she wouldn't be one of the girls I felt sympathy towards. Firstly she was pretty much feeling up Gerard whilst he was driving and secondly she dressed like one of those slutty scene girls I saw way too much of at shows and parties. Her hair was insanely blond with multicoloured streaks, she was wearing a satin, light purple corset which displayed a lot more then just eye full of cleavage and she was wearing colbalt blue hotpants. I think I actually got a little angry just looking at her, I hated seeing girls exposing themselves for male attention.
We turned up at the venue and headed to where Frank and his band would hang out at the back of the stage. There wasn't really much backstage apart from two sofa's, a dressing table which was usually covered in alcoholic beverages and couple of stray instruments. We found Frank alone as the band had gone to buy more beer for later. Frank said his hello's to the guys and Cindy, who eyed him up quite blatantly, he then smirked at me and said "hello", making me feel rather awkward.
Gerard and Cindy sat on one love seat and Mikey, Frank and myself sat on the other and I made sure that Mikey sat in the middle. I hadn't yet gotten the chance to tell him about what had happened between Frank and I earlier. The conversation flowed pretty naturally between the three males whilst Cindy and I stared into space. Well, while I stared into space rather and she groped Gerard's thigh and threw suggestive looks at Frank, not really caring who saw either.
After about fifteen minutes Frank's band returned and it was time for them to get ready so we left to go find decent places to stand, I made sure to get away pretty quickly just in case Frank tried to speak to me.
Whilst we were walking to the stage area Mikey linked his arm with mine and said,
"Are you okay? You were pretty quiet back there and you ran out reeaaally fast" putting a lot of emphasis on the really.
"Yeah, I'm fine Mikey" I replied, "it's just well, um" I felt my cheeks blush with embarrassment.
"Go on," egged Mikey, sensing that I had something to tell him.
"Well, uh, Frank Kissed me earlier!" I rushed out before I backed out of saying it. Mikey suddenly stopped and let go of my arm.
"What! When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaimed, looking like a cross between angry and hurt.
"Today it um, it happened today" I started, "he randomly came over to my house after school and well yeah. I'm sorry Mikey, I just didn't want to say it in the car you know?"
He nodded, understanding, "So he kissed you?", he asked and I nodded,
"did you like it?" he questioned staring at me intently, waiting for my verdict.
I answered him honestly, as he was my best friend,
"honestly Mikey, I'm not sure. It was a nice kiss and all but I don't know how I feel about Frank yet, I haven't had a change to think about.."
He took my arm again, cutting me off mid sentace and began walking and simply said,
"You do to much thinking."



A/N
Sorry this is kind of a filler, tell me what you think will happen at the after party, not that I'm giving anything away. This is going to be an unpredictable story.