Nymphetamine
I was waiting outside, lined up with all the others. Waiting to go inside, dressed in all black, my boot clad feet firmly connected to the pavement. Then the line started to move and we all filed up to the searching guards. I walked into the dimly lit room and wandered over to my friend. We talked, getting excited about the upcoming concert. Noticing others our age we walked over and struck up a conversation. This was all rather insignificant to me until I saw her.
She walked over to our group, completely out of place. Not wearing any black, just herself in tight jeans and fitted tank top, her long straight blonde hair flowing past her shoulders. She walked up to me and smiled, "Hey, I'm Chanel. What's your name?"
I was captivated by her and long seconds passed before my distracted brain comprehended her question. "Um, Harley," and I couldn't help but smile back. We started talking, but I was unaware of my mindless answers.
The lights turn off and everyone moved forward crowding towards the front of the stage. I ended up behind her somehow before I felt her hands on my own. She looked back at me and I gazed into her glowing eyes as she enchanted me with her smile once more. Our hands intertwined with one another as she pulled my arms around her, my body now flush against hers. A few more songs passed, and they say three is a magic number. On her third glance back, our lips connected. Electricity flowed through me as her warm lips were on my own before tongues started to press. Our mouths opened. I pushed my tongue in exploring her moist cavern, then she did the same to me. After a short battle we pulled apart, smiling at one another before attention returned to the people on stage.
We enjoyed being connected to one another and the loud music of the killer band on stage. Then the lights turned on, a break before the main band took the stage. I wandered with her and my friend over to the bar, our hands still connected. We leaned against the counter and one another, "red bull, please," I paid before dragging her away. I took a big sip before passing it over. Her radiating smile blessed me once more before her mouth met the can as well. I grinned as an idea came to mind. Retrieving the drink, I brought some into my mouth before crossing the short distance between us and covering her mouth with my own. My tongue pushed past as her lips opened for me and I transfered the liquid into her mouth. We broke apart, and I couldn't help but lick off what energy drink missed her mouth. "sweet." I half smirked at her amusing expression. This playful "game" continued for a while longer before the lights started to dim.
The three of us headed back down towards the stage, Chanel and I still connected. That was the way we were the whole night. The only time we broke apart was when I went on daring adventures. Entering the mosh pit, I fought to stay standing and struggled to get up when I fell. Or when I was lifted up by the crowd, surfing on a sea of people which felt like floating on clouds,only ending by getting flipped over by a security guard or landing roughly on the floor. Though every time we were separated, I struggled to get back to my sun in a sea of night. I always made it, and rejoiced at our reunion.
Though when it was all over, my beloved Chanel and I had to part. Good-byes were short and hard, but we knew we would have to see each other again some day. But for now, it had ended, and a Porsche was waiting for me.