RILEY

"Riley, you little bastard!" I guess my Uncle Peter was being kind with the insults that day. Maybe because he was glad I was leaving for good. More likely that he's glad I'm leaving so that his girlfriends (Yes, there are lots of them) can come over.
"Are you nearly fucking ready?! Your little bitch-of-a-friend will be here in five!"
I glanced around the room that had once been covered in posters, which were now safely rolled up and in a hold-all. If I left a single one, Pete the Sheet would sell it, for he was constantly wringing as much out of me as possible.
As I went to the door of my poky room, I glanced into the small, scratched mirror that had been put up when I moved in, exactly twelve years before.
Makeup- Check.
Hair- Check.
Happy- Almost

As I checked the room once again, I backed out of the room, carrying my bags. I heard the hoot of a car horn, and ran downstairs, opening the front door.
"Goodbye Uncle Peter!" I cried, not even turning round. I heard a grunt of acknowledgment before the door was closed, and I was running down the garden path and towards my best friend, Becca, in her blue car.
She got out and helped me haul my bags into the back. "Uh uh!" I protested in alarm as she went to hurl in my poster bag. "Posters?"
She gaped in alarm. "Sorry!" And proceeded to carefully place it atop the pile of our belongings.

Once we were ready, I took one last look at the street. It was only five houses big. The Neighbours on the left side of the hellhole were an old couple, who I used to run errands for. On their left lived 'Ditchwater' Dan, a guy who spent all his money on gambling. Left to him was the 'S' household, Sara Smith and her husband Steven and their children Stacey and Solomon. And finally, on the righthand of the hellhole was where HE used to live. My supposedly best friend for life.

"Ready, Hun?" Becca asked. I looked at her.
"You bet."

...

As we stopped at a café, Becca had a surprise for me. She got out her purse, and drew from it a pair if tickets. Black Veil Bride concert tickets.
As soon as I saw them I froze. She looked at me and grinned.
"No. Way." I stated.
"Yes way. They're booked for tonight!"
I hugged her. "Becca, thank you!"
"No problem, Riles. And also I've got..."
She brought out two more things.
"Two backstage passes! We're gonna meet them!!"

Anyone who passed us at that moment must've though we were crazy, screaming weirdos. But did I care? DO I care? Of course not!

...

As the concert ended, we were allowed backstage, and were told to wait by a door. I fizzled with excitement and nerves, and I was worried. What if he didn't recognise me? What if he did and didn't want to talk to me? But worse still, what if he completely ignores me, and talks only to Becca, the prettier one out of the two of us.

Finally the door opened, and we were allowed into the green room. "Hey, guys!" Said Becca immediately, and we were hugged by them. First I got hugged by Jinxx, then Jake, then CC, and then Ashley. Then finally Andy came up to me. "Hi there. What's your name?" He smiled.

He didn't recognise me.

"Hi, Andy! My name-"
Becca squealed and hugged him. "Hi, I'm Becca! It's so nice to meet you!"
What could i do? Try jog his memory? Ignore it? MAKE him recognise me? I glanced at my wrist, where a friendship bracelet was. One of OUR friendship bracelets.

So I did what first came into my head.
Drop it on the floor.

Well, I dropped it by accident.

I cursed my stupidity, and knelt to retrieve it, only to find a hand already picking it up. I glanced up.

Andy was inspecting the bracelet with interest. "Hey, where did you-"
He stopped.
He looked up.
He knew.

"Riley?" He said in disbelief. "Riley Artemis Rowena Kaitlynn Valentina Annalise Ohioway?" He asked, reciting my ridiculous name
"Yes, Batman?" I smiled.
A grin crept onto his lips.
"I missed you, Harley Quinn."