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t-shirts from her bag of clothes in the back seat to wipe her face.
    After she'd calmed down, and the tears subsided, she blew her nose on the shirt and tossed it on the floor in the back seat.
    "Ew. That is really gross, Dee."
    She shrugged at me and giggled as she touched up her make up in the mirror.
    "So guess what?" She asked and from her tone I can tell the answer was something devious.
    "What?" I gave the standard reply while eying her suspiciously. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and I knew whatever she said next was going to be good.
    "You know how we wanted to go to Dreamfest tonight but the tickets were sold out?"
    "Yeah." I answered cautiously. Dreamfest was an all night concert featuring some of the hottest Indie music in a variety of genres from all over the world. It was the first time the concert had come to our area and we were bummed to discover that the tickets had sold out in four hours.
    "Well, somehow Joey was able to score two tickets. Probably from one of the stupid bitches he's fucking." She reached into the front of her bra and pulled out two concert tickets. "Guess where we're going tonight?" She squealed while waving them at me.
    "You stole his tickets? Just now? That's so cold, even for you, Dee."
    "Oh, well. Fuck him." She shrugged dismissively. " Wanna go or not?" I only considered her question for about a half-second before I nodded excitedly.
    "Hell yeah. Let's go!"
    DeeDee peeled out of the apartment parking lot, and we drove forty minutes to the concert. It was being held outside the city on farmland that had been converted into a place for events like this. We found a place to park, and made our way through the crowds to find out which stages our favorite bands were playing. It was late May, and the weather was hot even at night. Body heat from the crowd made the night seem even warmer.
    After bopping up and down and singing at the top of our lungs for a while. DeeDee and I made another stop at the beer stand. We were faintly aware of a couple arguing behind us.
    "Screw you! What do you care anyway?"
    "Erica!" I heard someone call behind me. "I'm serious. If you take off, I'm not coming after you."
    Just as I was turning around with a plastic cup full of light beer, my arm was bumped by a girl rushing off with a huff. Before I could steady myself, a strong hand reached around my waist while another hand clasped my wrist to hold the drink steady.
    "Oh, I'm sorry." I said instantly and found myself looking into a familiar pair of golden brown eyes. Alex.
    He looked good.
    I mean really good.
    He was wearing a pair of dark jeans that hung perfectly on his hips, and his black concert t-shirt was from one of my favorite bands playing tonight, Star 33.
    "Hey! Courtney!" He said with surprise.
    Holy crap! He knows my name! Be cool, Court.
    "Uh. Hi, Alex." I replied cheerfully. A little too cheerfully, in my opinion, since to my ears it sounded more like a fake chipper cheerleader voice. God . I forced myself not to cringe in embarrassment. That was when I realized that his hand was still around my waist, and I was only inches from touching his chest with mine.
    "Alex?" DeeDee purred from behind me. "I thought that was you. Wow, you look good in regular clothes. Well, you look good in your work clothes, too, but I really like how…" I stepped on her foot to stop her drunken rambling.
    "So, you like Star 33?" I pointed to the familiar band logo stretched across his wide chest.
    "Yeah." He glanced down at his shirt and then back at me. "I love their sound. They used to play at a place near school. My buddies and I never missed a concert."
    " Nice! They're one of my favorite bands. Some of their songs remind me of The Cure."
    "Plus, the lead singer, David, is hot!" DeeDee chimed in.
    We talked for a few minutes while he got back in line for beer. Soon Dee and I were tagging along with Alex and his friends. By the time Star 33 came on stage, we were having so much fun dancing and joking that I