From The Coffee Shop To...

*Riley’s POV*

I looked up at the clock and it was 6 o’clock already. “Shitshitshit!” I muttered to myself. I have to be at work at 6:30 p.m. to help the band get set up and do sound check so they can be ready to play by 8. How could I have slept for 3 hours! Ugh, great. Now I have to rush my makeup and hair and I absolutely hate doing that. So I got to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tired. Not because I had just woken up, but because I’ve just had a rough couple of years. Being by yourself can take a toll on your life if you’re literally BY YOURSELF all the time. I didn’t have many real friends. The only way I even knew people was from school and we rarely keep in touch now that we have graduated. I think people just think I’m unapproachable. Like, I’m too strange or too awkward from afar. The only guy contact I’ve had is this man in his late twenties that tries to put the moves on me that goes to the bar that I work at. But he is just a total creep and he makes me feel really uncomfortable. Of course, if anyone in the world could try and flirt with me, it’d be a total creep. Just my luck. But I still had a pretty face under these tired eyes. I put on my makeup as fast as I could without looking like a complete clown. I looked in my closet to throw something on. I felt like dressing a little punk tonight so I put on my town up black jeans and tied a plaid bandana around my thigh. I threw on a plain white t-shirt with my denim vest on top that I had hand stitched a huge Misfits logo on the back. I really adored this outfit. I can never keep a constant style, I literally all over the place when it comes to clothing style.Before I left my apartment, I looked at myself in the mirror once more. What a difference a little make up and a nice outfit can do. I put on some brick red colored lipstick to finish the touch. I was happy with my appearance. I grabbed my camera and all my things I needed for tonight and headed for the door. I thought of that guy I had met this morning, Gerard. Though he was only talking to me because he ordereda coffee and he was trying to hook up his band with a gig, I feel like we connected. I don’t know though, I don’t know anything about him. For all I know he could be a total dick and have a girlfriend already. My mind thought of him the whole drive to the shop. I finally parked and took a deep breath and walked into the bar where it was already jammed packed with people…

Notes

yes I know. this chapter was inevitably boring, I just don't want the story to go too fast. don't worry though. things will happen and you'll love it, promise! rate/comment/subscribe plzzzz <3

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