I walk around the huge ballroom wearing a simple black dress, and black combat boots with studs on the heels, with my messy aqua green hair curled. I just walk around in a big circle for a while, until I find a nice little love seat in the back of the room. I sigh. This is NOT my kind of thing. The fancy dresses, the laughing forty to sixty year olds with wine glasses and sparkly dresses. I swear, it's straight out of a movie.

I see my mother heading straight for me, and my first instinct is to run. If my mom is PURPOSEFULLY trying to talk to me in front of her friends, it's probably to lecture me.

"Erin! What on EARTH are you doing?!" She says forcibly. Yep.

"Sitting?" I raise an eyebrow, like, duh, mother.

"Everybody is wondering where you are, so you'd better get out there and milk it if you want those Green Day tickets! If you CAN'T milk it, at least talk to some people!" She demands, then storms up. Jesus, what crawled up HER ass and died?

I let out a sigh before I get up and trot to the middle of the room, and into the crowd. I'm way to noticeable in a crowd like this, with my green hair and heavy makeup. I start feeling anxiety coming to me, when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist from the back. Whoever it is, pulls me into their body and puts their chin on my shoulder.

"Hey hottie." He whispers into my ear. I smile. It's just Michael. I turn around to face him.

"Hey ugly." I laugh, but then look at what he's wearing. Boy, that's rich. His hair is dyed brown to look normal, and he's wearing a suit. He has the same crazy hair as before though. He actually looks pretty hot. "Damn." I bite my bottom lip, not meaning to.

"You like?" He laughs. I roll my eyes, snapping out of it.

"Eh, it's alright." I shrug.

He takes my hand, "Follow me." as he leads me down the hallway and up three flights of stairs. I laugh, because what the fuck? He smiles as he opens a big metal door, revealing the fact that we're now on the roof. Wow. He walks over to the ledge, and I follow, speechless.

"Shit." I mumble.

"Right?"

"How'd you know how to get up here?" I ask, turning to him.

"Oh a buddy of mine helped set up, and found it." He says. After about a minute or two of looking at the view before us, he turns back to me.

"So, tell me something about yourself." He smiles, and then moves his fringe a little to the side.

I shrug, "There isn't really much to say about me."

"Aw come on, there has to be something. Best friend?"

"Anyone who wants to hang out."

"Siblings?"

"Nope."

"Are you a.. Virgin?" He asks, uneasy. I almost start laughing, but I keep it contained.

"Technically."

"Favorite color?"

"Black."

"Worst fear?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously?" He raises an eyebrow I shrug, "Okay, uh, have you ever done self harm?”

“Yep. Everyday.” I smile. I know, it's a really serious subject, but I hate it when people try to feel bad for me, I don't need pity.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend? Like a serious one?”

“Uh huh.”

He stops talking for a minute and I turn to him, “My turn.”

“Okay.” He chuckles.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask him.

“Nope.” He smiles, as if he won or something.

“What are YOU smiling about?” I ask.

“You just REALLY don't know what you're missin'.” He laughs, but his smile fades when his eyes find mine again. His stare burns a hole in me, like it's literally painful. I lean in closer to him.

“What am I missing?” I whisper. Just as he starts to lean in, someone opens the door to the roof, causing both of us to bounce back immediately.

The person starts laughing really hard and walks over to Michael, patting him on the back.

“Nice goin' bro, who's this?” The guy smiles at me, and I return it, trying to make this as un-awkward as possible. Of course, the first person who could actually be a best friend to me, I try to kiss. Of fucking course.

“Uh- Ashton, this is Erin. Erin, this is Ashton.” Michael says awkwardly, also trying to avoid the subject of what just happened.

“Hi Erin!” Ashton says cheerfully.

“Sup.” I slightly wave. Again, everything happening right now is awkward.

Michael clears his throat, “Ashton found this spot.” He says, not making eye contact with me. Once again, I really fucked up.

“Did I interrupt something?” Ashton asks cluelessly, his eyes widen and he leans in to Michael, and whispers, “Dude, were you gonna fuck her on the ROOF?” He laughs, but Michael just looks at him, a little disgusted. Wait. Disgusted about what he said or the idea of fucking ME?

“Yeah- Um- If I want those Green Day tickets, I should go.. So..” I smile at them and walk down the stairs and back into the room filled of fancy. My mother comes racing towards me.

“Honey, what's going on! You're all flushed!” She says, cupping my face. I just slide past her hands and walk away.

“Nothing. Can I just go home please?” I ask. She nods slowly and walks away. I would've left whether she said yes or no, but I might as well be nice about it. I'm not even going home, I can barely stand that place. No, don't think I'm leaving to go cry about my failed romance, I don't even know what Michael was thinking, and even if he was disgusted by me, I'm not really the kind of girl to cry over some boy.

The thing is though... I don't know... He doesn't really seem like.. SOME boy.

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