Runaway With My Luck
Mya didn't go all out on her outfit, unlike the other girls who were going to be there. Wearing only the things she felt comfortable in. She wore her favorite pair of faded and holy blue jeans, a gray tank top and sneakers. For her poster, she wrote in big red letters "I Wanna Be Ike's Love Slave!" Throughout the concert Mya felt that her poster was drawing attention from the guys. She caught them staring at her poster almost all through the concert. This was a sure sign something wanna gonna happen. Hopefully something good? During the very last song, a security guard came up to Mya telling her to follow him. Thinking she was in trouble she did as told. He led her to a room backstage where she was told to sit and stay. Mya felt butterflies in her stomach. There was a knock on the door. Mya stood not knowing what to expect. "Hello Miss..." Said Mr. Hanson. "Oh, Hi. I’m Mya." Mya said blushing and laughed nervously. "Hello Mya. I’m Mr. Hanson, but please call me Walker." Walker gave her a comforting smile which put her at ease. "Am I suppose to be here?" She asked. "The security guard put me here and told me to ‘sit and stay’." She blushed again. "Yes, you are suppose to be here. Hang on a few minutes, and the guys will be here shortly." Mr. Hanson smiled and closed the door. Mya remained standing, fearing she would not have the strength to stand again if the guys came in. A few minutes flew by really slow for Mya. Every minute felt like an hour. Her head turned to the direction of the door when she heard voices. "Taylor, you are not suppose to..." Isaac cut himself off. "Taylor, damnit! Get your ass back here right this moment!" Isaac yelled. He frowned watching Taylor go out the exit door. Zac opened the door to the room where Mya was. "Well, Hello there," Zac smiled. Mya felt her face flush. "Are you the girl with the way to convincing poster?" He asked. She could only nod her head as she watched Zac’s movements. Isaac had came in and apologized for Taylor not showing up, saying he was a little tied up at the moment. Mya had asked where he was, and Isaac frowned. "I can’t tell you," He said. "Well, why not?" Mya asked. "I mean, is it that bad..." She cut herself off. "I’m sorry, I’m butting in where I don’t belong." "He’s out back having a smoke." Zac said without hesitation. Mya’s fears had come to true. "So, it’s true..." She muttered under her breath. "Can you tell me the way?" "Sure. You go out this door, go all the way to the end of this hallway, turn left and he’s at the first exit door." Zac said. "Thanks." Mya got to the door. "I don’t want to do this but I fear I must if you want to save Taylor." She walked out the door. "Okay, go all the way down, and turn left..." Mya muttered. She walked all the way down the hallway and turned left. She opened the exit door. She saw Taylor put out a cigarette and light up another one. Taylor heard a voice and turned. He saw a rather beautiful girl. "Your not suppose to be here." He barked. Mya frowned. Well, I could say the same for you. Mya thought. "What as that?" Taylor asked not bothering to look up. "I didn’t say anything." She defended herself. "Yes, you did. I heard you." Taylor defended himself. He can read my mind? "No shit Sherlock." Taylor muttered. There were a few minutes of silence. They both didn’t speak a word to each other. Mya asked a question or too through her mind. He didn’t answer. Maybe he can’t read my mind? She frowned. Taylor lit up another cigarette and proceeded to put it away faster than the now three before. "What kind you got?" Mya asked out loud. Taylor shot her a look. "Marlboro Lights." Was all he said. "Ohh, my favorite." Mya teased. Taylor gave her one. "Gotta a light?" She asked. Taylor lit the cigarette and Mya took her first drag off of it. Inhaling the tobacco product Mya let it rest inside her lungs before exhaling through her nose. "Smoke much?" Taylor teased. Mya shot him a look. Taylor watched Mya take another drag off of the cigarette. She’s rather good. Taylor said to himself. And rather pretty. Taylor looked at Mya’s facial features. She some what resembled him. She had long blonde hair that was a dark tent going to just above her shoulders. She wore it down under a backwards Nike hat. She had the eyes of Taylor’s. Except her’s where a darker blue. Mya quietly listened to Taylor talk about her. She knew he could use a friend right now, but what he really needed was more than a friend. Mya knew the feeling all too well. |