Youd been going steady with Abby for three years now. You couldn’t ask for anyone better. Until the fame started. Her band had gone viral. Abby along with them. Abby didn’t want you in the public eye.

She was more cold and shy, but alone? She was sweet and funny. And she’d make you do her corpse paint. Tracing her tattoos.

The band had just ended their last show of the tour. Abby’s makeup slightly running. Short crop top, rings, baggy jeans and her combat boots. Everything that made Abby who she was.

Shed taken you back to her dressing room. Smiling, holding your hips. Kissing you sweetly, her black lipstick smearing along your mouth. She gently leaned you back into the wall.

You heard a knock then a door open. Some PA you guessed. Younger girl, shock filled her face when she saw you and Abby. She was either a fan or just actually shocked.