Everything I Ask For

My closet is too big. It's times like these that I wish I didn't have just about every article of clothing known to man. Okay, I lied. I'd never wish that. I love having everything I've ever wanted or could ever want.

It's all a part of being daddy's little girl. I get everything I ask for.

It's not even six a.m. and I'm trying to figure out what to wear. I need the perfect outfit because today is my official start of the summer. The first day of my summer long road trip with my brother, Michael, and my best friends, Tommy and Melissa.

We are going to every stop on the Vans Warped Tour. We're driving cross-country, practically following the buses and vans to each venue. My dad set this up as the ultimate birthday present. I turn 21 in less than two months and this is how I get to celebrate!

I've been looking through my walk-in closet for over an hour searching for the right outfit. I already did my makeup in a shadowy black and gray that would match anything, dried and curled my long blond hair with black underneath perfectly, now I just need something to wear.

I walk out of the closet and flop down on my king size bed. I'm frustrated; I've already packed the majority of my summer clothes for this trip, and now have nothing left to wear. I need help.

"Ugh. I need Michael!" I exclaim through the comforter. Michael is a fashion God! I don't know how he does it, but he can make me look fabulous with no effort.

"Unfortunately Michael is packing up the car, just pick something, we need to get on the road," Melissa whines from her seat on the floor. She was ready half an hour ago, her short red hair perfectly straight. I loved her outfit; she looked flawless as always in gray skinny jeans and a yellow halter-top. Instead of helping me she was texting some guy she met at a party last weekend. I roll my eyes.

The music coming from my iHome changes to Shameless by All Time Low and I instantly jump off the bed. I start to dance around my room, still in just my underwear and one of Michael's old gray v-neck t-shirts. Spinning around, I grab the TV remote off my nightstand and begin to sing along. I love how my iPod always knows exactly which songs to play to lighten my mood.

"Your wacked, you know that?" Mel comments on my dancing, which only makes me sing louder.

"Tonight I'm finding a way, to make the things that you say just a little less obvious, I confess. Tonight I'm dressed up and go. You've got me fucked up and so, you talk like you're famous. You're-"

I stopped dead in my tracks, dropping the remote I was holding. Tommy is leaning against my doorframe, his dark brown hair falling in front of his dark eyes, trying to hold back a smile.

"What?" I can't believe I left the door open. "Don't stop on my account. It looked like you were having fun," he teased.

I picked the remote up from where I had dropped it and chucked it at his head.

Ducking, he said, "We're leaving in 20 minutes. You might want to put some pants on." He looked at me for a moment before turning. "Or not," he added while he moved toward the stairs.

I laughed as I shut the door behind him and ran back to my closet. I picked up one of the last pairs of shorts left in my closet. I pull on the old cut offs and grab my leather jacket, throwing it on over the t-shirt I decided to leave on. The sun wasn't completely up yet, and I got cold easily.

After putting in my diamond stud earrings and the key necklace I never left the house without around my neck I ran to the balcony to see Michael climbing into our Chevy convertible as Tommy was holding down the horn from his seat in the back.

"I'm coming!" I yelled down before going back inside to grab my purse as Mel and I run out to meet them.

As soon as I get out the door Tommy starts in. "Finally! I was just about to go drag you out. We are gonna be late."

"You do know that I'm ready a full hour earlier than we had agreed on leaving right?" I asked to shut him up. Tommy was always one to exaggerate. He hated the idea of being late, and therefore we were always extremely early, for everything.

I'm so excited as I climb into the back seat of the car next to Tommy. In just about an hour we will be arriving at the first venue. Melissa jumps into the front, ready to get on the road.

As soon as we pulled onto the interstate, Girl's Freak Me Out by The Summer Set came on Mel's iPod.

"Turn it up!" I yelled. This was Mel's and my song. We started singing and being crazy.

"You girls freak me out!" Tommy said, rolling his eyes at how stupid we were acting.

"You know you love us!" I commented.

"Unfortunately that is true," he added without looking at me.

Everyone knew that Tommy liked me a little too much. We grew up together, and he's always been my best friend. When we graduated high school he started to act differently around me. That's about when we tried to date. It didn't last very long, but that didn't affect our easy friendship.

Neither did the fact that we found out that he was 'in love' with me. He knows I don't feel the same, but we will always be the best of friends.

I punched him lightly in the arm before resting my head on his shoulder.

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to Tommy nudging me with his shoulder.

"Hey, we're here," he whispered in my ear.

"Roni! Get the fuck up! Time to explore!" Mel was giddy. She grabbed my hand, trying to drag me out of the car.

"Hold up, Missy. Give me a minute, I just woke up," I pleaded as I jumped over the side of the car, landing on the asphalt.

We were in a practically empty parking lot. I could see a few guys walking around on the other side of the lot, other than that we were alone.

"Dammit. What time is it? How early are we?" I asked, confused that there weren't more people around.

"It's seven thirty," Michael mumbled as he searched through the trunk for his bag.

"Well, I'm starving. Can we at least find something to eat since we are extremely early?" I whined, still not quite awake from my nap in the car.

"I think I saw a Waffle House around the corner," Michael offered as he shut the trunk, and fixed his beanie.

We decided to walk since it was right around the corner. After eating I felt more alive. On our way back to the parking lot, Mel and I linked arms and began to skip. We were laughing about how Michael was flirting with our waiter, who was very cute by the way. I turned to make a face at Michael when I bumped into something.

"Ouch." Or someone.

I turned quickly, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't- oh, wow!" I had come face to face with an all too familiar face. John O'Callaghan. Better known as John Oh from the band The Maine.

I clapped my hand over my mouth to prevent any squeals from escaping. Mel on the other hand let her screams be heard. I instantly started laughing while I blocked my ears from the noise.

By then the guys, who had been a few feet behind, reached us.

"What is she screaming about?" Tommy asked.

"Um. Because I just ran into John Oh. Literally," I explained.

"Well, you are a klutz," Tommy teased.

"Hey!" I smacked his shoulder. Realizing I had been ignoring John I turned. "Again, I'm really sorry. He's right," I pointed a finger over my shoulder at Tommy, "I really am a klutz."

"Its okay. Don't worry about it. Are you guys coming to the show later?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah!" Mel squealed.

I laughed; only she could sound that ditzy. I looked at Tommy as I rolled my eyes. He smiled. We made fun of Mel all the time without her noticing, and today was no different.

"Okay, well, I'll see you guys later then," John said as he walked around us.

Mel all but fainted as she watched him walk away. John Oh was probably her favorite singer. I couldn't blame her; he was quite easy on the eyes.