My Prophet

"I don't want to go out." I groaned to Keenan who was picking my outfit out.
"Well you are so suck it up, you need to meet someone." He said throwing a pair of high waisted shorts, and black studded top at me.
"Keenan!!!" I said, "I don't feel like it!"
"I don't care, Mr. Rockstar's not your type, I get it! So let's find someone who is your type!" Keenan sat on the edge of my bed.
"Do we have too?" I said knowing the answer already.
"Yes, now go get dressed!" He said pushing me towards my bathroom. I sighed giving in, and walked in to the bathroom. I pulled my curly hair halfway up, and left the rest across my shoulders, and did my make up darker than usual. I pulled the outfit on quickly, and laced up my creepers.

I looked in the mirror at myself, and sighed. This is as good as I'm gonna get, I thought. I walked out of the bathroom to see Keenan sitting on my bed. He had changed into a black button up shirt, and dark wash jeans. He was gorgeous, and would totally be my type, if he wasn't gay. So instead we're best friends, and I was perfectly fine with that. I trust him with everything, and it's nice to have a best friend like that.
"Ready?" He asked me, and I nodded grabbing my clutch off of my dresser. "Damn if I liked women Corrie I would be all over you." I laughed, and shook my head.
"Shutup Keenan." I said, and we walked out of our apartment towards a bar down the street called Ozone.
"Seriously, those tattoo's are sexy!" He said pointing to the barbed wire tattoo I had wrapping around my ankle, and the Batman one I had of the cover of Batman Year One.
"Well thanks." I murmured.
"Are you sure Mr. Rockstars not your type?" He pressed further.
"I don't know," I said shaking my head. He was attractive but I couldn't get over the fact that he probably had women all over him. "He's probably a womanizer."
"So, maybe you could change him!" Keenan said shaking my shoulders.
"Their is no changing guys like that." I said biting my lip.
"I bet he likes you." He said, smiling cheekily.
"I bet he thinks I'm some stuck up preppy ballerina with a stick so far up her ass, she wouldn't give him the time of day." I said.
"Is that what you are?" Keenan asked.
"Of course not!" I whipped my head at him angrily.
He held his hands up, "Just wondering, because your not giving the poor guy the time of day."
"We only met him yesterday." I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care, Corrie just don't judge him if you don't even know him. He could be your true love!" He said smirking.
"Whatever." I said as we walked into the bar.

We immediately sat down, and Keenan ordered a beer for himself. I sighed when he left me sitting at the bar to talk to a guy. This is why I don't like going out, Keenan talks to some guy, and I'm left alone and sober.

"Coralie?" I heard a deep voice say from behind me.

Seriously?

I turned around to see Mr. Rockstar himself.

"Hey Andy."

Notes

Ooooh! What's gonna happen next!?!