chapter4!

“I lost a part of me, when you left boy can’t, boy come back baby please because we belong together.”

I took my Mariah Carey CD out of my friend Alisha’s car CD player as we pulled up into my driveway in her 2005 hooked-up Maxima. See, I would have my own bangin’ car right now, but I have to wait until I’m 18 before I can get my license. Don’t ask. It’s a long story.

Alisha is my main girl, one of my few female friends. My friendships with girls don’t seem to last. I can be flaky. I admit it. So what? But I’ve been cool with Alisha since eighth grade. She gets me. She lets me have my fits and be a brat. She tells when to chill out. She’s kind of like a really cool mom to me. She is cute too. It’s always good to have friends that are just as pretty as you. She’s Italian. She had long dark brown hair. It’s usually curly, but she has been getting it straightened and she ALWAYS wears it down. She has nice brown eyes and beautiful pouty lips. She is wonderful. If I was into girls, I would date her. Haha. We tell people that all the time about each other.

“Thanks,” I tell her as I open the car door. I hate having to depend on people for rides.

She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. “No problem girl. You know I’d do anything for you. Just stop playing that **** song and get over him. He isn’t worth it.”

I just nodded, grabbed my bag, a pink leather B&D purse, and walked to my front door as she pulled off.

As soon as I closed the door, I heard my name being called. I looked out to see a chubby blonde girl running up my driveway. Tabby? What was she doing here? Tabby and I were best friends in elementary school and the beginning of middle school. We still have a few classes together and a few mutual friends, but we haven’t hung out all together in a long time. It seems like forever since she has been to my house.

“Hey Tabby. What’s up?” I greeted the shorter girl when she got to the door.

“Desiree, where have you been? I’m been waiting outside your house for almost an hour. I tried your sell, but it was turned off.” Yeah. Thanks to my loving father. “I saw you pull up but I wanted to until whatshername left and she rolled her eyes. Let’s just say that there is no love lost between Alisha and Tabby.

I still didn’t know what she wanted. I wish she would get to the point. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry.” She knew I was annoyed. “I just need a favor from you. I have asked everyone else, and you are my last resort.”

Gee. I feel flattered.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?”

“Yeah I have to work after school.”

“I heard about that. I can’t believe that you of all people got a job. That must suck.” Yes it does Tabby. You are making me every angry. Get to the point. “I heard that you and Alex broke up too. I’m so sorry. I thought you two would get married. You were the cutest couple. I’m sure one day the two of you will make it back to each other. I think that…”

“OKAY.” I didn’t mean to hell. I really didn’t, but she was pissing me off. “Sorry. Can you to the point?”

Tabby is the sweetest person. But she understands me just as well as Alisha, if not more. I don’t think that she minded me yelling at her.

“If there is any way you can get out of work tomorrow, I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a concert with me. I won these tickets on the radio today, but I don’t have anyone to go with and I don’t want to go alone. You were my first choice, but I didn’t think you would go with me.”

A concert? Hell yeah I would skip work for a concert. “Who’s playing?”

A smile spread across her face. “Backstreet Boys,” she squealed.

“I thought they broke up.” I haven’t listened to them since middle school. I was so in love Brian. I don’t think I listened to them since middle school.

“Well they did and they didn’t but either way, they have a new CD coming out in June. This is just a small tour that they are going to get close to the fans.”

Her pretty green eyes were pleading with me to go with her.

“Come on Desi. How many Backstreet concerts have we been to together? Five? Six? Don’t want Brian to wave at you or Howie to wink at you? Don’t you want to watch Kevin dance so we can make fun of him?”

That did it for me. We both cracked up. I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants. “Come on in. I have to go to the bathroom.” I told her. “By the way, how are the seats?”

“Front row baby!!!”