"Come close."

Your best friend murmurs lowly as he pulls you to his side. His palm stays close to your eyes to cover the crazy led lights in the room. Hazel uses his body to cover the figure in his chest, his spiked jacket shines under the lights.

The concert is truly overwhelming, at least for a newbie for you anyways. The screams, loud drums, smoke and people tripping off of god knows what are what you expected, but doesn't mean you're used to.

Well, that's why Hazel is with you. As a lifelong raver, he is more than qualified to look after any newbies. It's also interesting, seeing him in his rave clothes. Such manly body definitely doesn't suit his feminine, pretty face.

Long hair, curled lashes, natural pink lips, delicate jawline; even you're jealous with his gorgeous face. It's really a common occurrence for someone to mistake Hazel as a girl, if not for his body. Hell, even his name is girly.

Well, the feminine appearance stems from the issues between Hazel and his family issues. His parents was obsessed with him being a girl, blah blah blah. Your best friend doesn't really want to talk about it, but he doesn't mind being pretty either.