Jake was one of your closest friends and he had been for a very, very long time. You had met him through Sam and Colby a few years ago and were essentially joined at the hip ever since.

The two of you bonded over many things, the main being music. Both of you absolutely loved My Chemical Romance, and when the both of you heard that they would be going on another reunion tour, to say that you were excited was a total understatement.

For Christmas, Jake had gotten you both tickets to a show in LA for the next summer, it was almost like you could kiss him. You didn't.

The day of the concert was peaceful, everything was well organized, the both of you even got in line early to have a better chance of being against the barricade. You talked to other people in line, followed them on socials, the regular concert friend-making with the people around you.

When the doors finally opened, it was like a whole new world that you never would have thought existed before this. You had been dreaming of this moment since you were an angsty teen claiming that your feelings weren't a phase, although they were.

The band came out three minutes after the expected show time, but both of them were in the perfect spot, her body pressed against the barricade while his was behind her, keeping her body safe from crowd surfers. She looked back at him, a grin plastered on her face, causing him to lift his hand to turn her attention back to the actual Gerard Way in the flesh, his hand slipping down, finding its place on her stomach. Even if either of them wanted to sat something, they wouldn't be able to hear it, nor hear their own thoughts over the blaring music.