7| Concert Time (pt. 2)

Cole and I slowly made our way to the bar, and I held tight to his hand as he lead the way through the crowd of swaying bodies.

Once there, I was lucky enough to find an open bar stool. I pushed myself onto it, ignoring the fact that it was sticky with spilled drink residue. I supposed it didn’t really matter anyway, since I was already coated in alcohol.

Cole stood behind me and to my right, leaning forward to place his arm on the bar top, caging me in slightly.

"Your shirt is a mess," he said, taking note of the brown soda stain running down the front of my white, cropped t-shirt.

Of course I had chosen to wear white; bad call on my part.

"I know..." I sighed. "I loved this shirt too."

It was much quieter by the bar now, and I could actually hear what Cole was saying to me despite the ringing in my ears from the loud concert music.

When the bartender came over, I ordered our drinks and Cole asked for a soda water. I cocked an eyebrow at him. He didn't like soda water... and I