Tonight I didn't get ready like any other night I actually cared what I looked like tonight. I pulled out all the stops make-up, 2 hours in front of the mirror, floor full of clothes.

My chaos was disturbed by the sound of the front door being opened.

"Ash are you here?"

Only one person walks in without even knocking.

"Johnny I'm back here"

"Whoa hot stuff…."

He says mockingly and he plops on my bed like a high school girlfriend trying to get the scoop.

"What's up? With the make up and I never seen you dress up like that?"

I second guessed myself maybe I didn't look good maybe I went a little over board with the white tube top and the curve hugging jeans.

"No it looks…..great"

As he paused he looked me over for dramatic effect and it felt good. He hadn't looked at me like that in a long time but this look wasn't for him it was for Drake.

"Lets go you're going to be late for your set."

I just wanted to go, my stomach was full of butterflies my mind spinning of what could happen and a part of me just wanted it all to be over.

"Okay, Okay….I don't know what got into you but I like it."

He said as he put his finger through the belt lopes and pulled me closer. The smell of his musky concert tee and the feel of his skin on mine made me quiver inside.

"Whoa what are you doing, stop you nut. This isn't all for you."

I said as I struggled to escape his grasp.

"What, whats wrong? I thought…."

"You thought wrong. I have a date tonight after the concert with Drake Parker."

"What are you friggin' kidding me he's a pansy he sings pop songs he… he…!"

He searched for the right words but nothing would come out straight.

"He's a nice guy and I don't see why it's any of your business anyway."

I didn't mean to be so mean I just wanted to have a good time with a guy I felt like a mom for the past couple months watching over Terror 24 making lunches and dinners, being a taxi driver making sure they get to gigs and home without a DUI, and just picking up after them. I was a lonely house wife with out the perks of a wife, a man to crawl in bed with at the end of the day. Yeah Johnny would like to be the guy I crawl into be with at the end of the night but only when it's convenient to him and when there's not another girl in it.

"Come on Johnny lets not start I still love you I just need to have a night to act like a 20 year old college student."

I said with a smile and a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay lets go, I can't be late anyway they'll kill me."

He said with his teeth grinding together.

The whole ride to Mikes Mic was completely silent. Every once in a while I would look over at him waiting for him to say something but my gaze was met with the clicking of the turn signal or the rev of his engine. I couldn't take it anymore.

"What? What's wrong? Why are you so pissed?" God that felt good.

Johnny looks over and laughs my question off. I couldn't say anything I just sat there awe struck with my mouth open.

"You're a trader." He said with no emotion.

"I'm a trade? Why, what the hell did I do to you because I don't wait around for you to get your shit together and decide to be with ONE girl? You know what you the trader! You have stabbed me in the back, cheated, and lied and broke my heart more times then I can count, and I'm the trader? Just take me to Mikes and you'll be done with me."

I said like a 13 year old teenager with my hands folded over my chest.

"Fine!"

The rest of the car ride was silent. I got out of the car and slammed the door and walked to the door of Mikes Mic. I wasn't worried we always fought like that and one of us would come around and apologize sooner or later.