I woke up in my cozy Ikea bed just put together yesterday, with a sense of freedom on my hands. I had just moved my skinny ass from my Aunt Marie's House to a condo with my friend of eleven years Zoey Heath. Our modest little condo contained two bedrooms two bathrooms a kitchen and below a garage with laundry. Very nice since we are both college students with small part time jobs, no cars, two bikes, and a cat. Which of course was occupying my room since I won the epic rock paper scissors battle for the master bedroom.

Score one for Nicki AKA me.

Well I am more formally known as Nicole Manningham.

Working her days away at Mosh Records while also studying to act on the Broadway stages. Yep I am a Drama major.

Zoey is working on becoming a tattoo artist by taking classes at the art institute.

But this is my mind not hers. Why is it that the first night you live in a place its one of the best sleeps you ever got but the next night your lucky if you can get more than an hour of sleep?

"Nicki, phone." Zoey barged in her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth with our home phone in her hands.

"Who is it?"

"May I ask who this is since Nicki is feeling picky with phone calls this fine morning?"

She nodded her head, "Its your Brother."

I sat up and got the clunky phone thrown at my face.

"Hello Francis, what is it you want?"

"Other than Zoey on my bed. I was just wondering if a little sister of mine would like tickets to go to a concert for a house warming present."

"What band?"

"Well you might not know them, but here it goes My Chemical Romance."

I jumped out of bed and started bouncing around.

"You the best brother ever!"

"I know."

"I still cant believe you even remember my favorite band."

"Give your twin a break." No he isn't my twin but we were so close our mother said we were like twins.

"Alright well I have to go to work. When's the concert?"

"Friday."

"Alright thanks. Talk to you later bro."

I clicked the end button and walked up to my dresser also put together yesterday.

"Hey Zo is today an AFI day or a my chem day?" I yelled out my door.

"I think more of a my chem."

I dressed myself in one of my many MCR T shirts and a pair of skinny jeans and walked out the front door. In the process grabbing my hoodie keys and giving the cat a good rub on the head.

In case you were wondering the cat doesn't have a name. Zoey and I found it in the apartment and didn't really want to tamper with whatever name it already had so we just call it cat.

Now since there was no car for me I had to walk or bike everywhere. Thankfully Mosh was only a block away.

"Hey Nicki your on register." My boss Joe threw me the keys for the cash register.

"Cool I get to chill all day."

I jumped up onto the counter and grabbed one of the magazines on the rack next to me.

Mosh's customers were the lost tourist walking around San Francisco can be confusing don't you know. The young teenager without a job/ life, and friends of the employees.

So the most employees in the store at ounce is about three. The day shift being Joe the manager, Kane the guy that stands around waiting for a customer to come by so he can show them something, and me the girl who sits on the counter with the register putting a couple bucks in every now and then.

"Nicki can you man the store front I am going on my break." Kane already walking towards the break room.

"Sure."

I kept my nose the newest issue of AP. Reading about Sonny More.

I heard the door open.

"Welcome to Mosh Records, please don't steal anything." I kept my face covered by the magazine I was still reading.

"Okay." I heard the person who walked in say.

His voice sounded familiar.

Who was he.

Well I guess its time to too look.

I put down the magazine and witnessed something I thought I would never see this close in my life.

It was all of my chemical romance.

Standing in my store.

Holy shit.

Okay I need to play it cool.

I hopped off the counter and waltzed over to them.

"May I help you?"

Wow Gerard was tall.

"Uh, no I think I am good." His eyes never stayed in one place on my body.

I was being checked out by Gerard way. Swoon.

"Alright I will take my spot on the counter back."

And I did.

But instead of paying attention to my magazine I listened to them.

"Oh wow I am so glad we stopped in here." Frank whispered

"So am I" I said making sure they knew the store was too small to whisper in.

"Eavesdropping?" Frank smirked checking me out just like Gerard.

"No, I can't help that the store is too small to whisper in."

He walked towards me with a devilish smile.

"You cant?"

"Wow you really are short."

"Lets see you off of the counter."

"But I cant leave my work station."

"I don't think your boss will mind." His face becoming more intense and seductive

I stood next to him remembering I was short too.

"Oops, did I forget to mention I am terminally short." He leaned into me pinning me with his arms between him and the counter.

"Do you have a name?" my god I felt like I wanted to jump him.

"Nicki."

"Well Nicki, how about we get together later?"

"My shift ends at four."

"I'll meet you here at six?"

"Sure." I realized I had created a seductive smile of my own.

"See you then."

He walked away the rest of the band following him out the door.

Fucking swoon.

"Did I miss anything?" Kane walked out from the backroom.

"Oh just a major band coming in and me being asked out by one of the members."

"Okay."

I was in heaven.