Say When

Say When (1)

There was no difference between me and the girl next to me screaming her face off except for the simple fact that she was screaming and I wasn't. Other than that? No difference. Sure, her hair was blonde and she wasn't nearly as good as covering the circles under her eyes as I was (one benefit to having a makeup artist for a mother), but we were basically the same. The only difference was that she was screaming because she actually cared. Me? I was only, as always, along for the ride.

I watched, fascinated, as they passed. One, with a surprised, sheepish little grin, hand lifted in a wave. His messy brown hair fell over his forehead, highlighting the bright blue eyes that had little girls talking about them like they'd actually looked into them, still with a bit of a childlike quality that reminded me he was only a year older. However, looking between me and him, nobody would have guessed it. He carried himself with a confidence I hadn't found yet, found with years in the spotlight between famous parents, and a gorgeous face that would have given anybody confidence.

The next boy passed, and Tianna just about had a heart attack. His hair, white blond, was basically the same length as the first boy's, but slightly curly and emphasizing a little baby face, bright blue eyes shining with delight as he looked around. Beside him, a dark haired boy kept his head down shyly, eyes flickering between the smallish crowd of people surrounding the bus. He wore all black, and as Tianna had emphasized many times, it wasn't because he was goth - it was because he liked to blend in.

And then there was the last one. He strode out of the bus a few minutes later, just when the hype had started to calm down, absentmindedly spinning a pair of drumsticks between his hands. He stopped, said something to an older fan that made them both laugh, then continued walking. Tianna gripped the railing for dear life, quite literally shaking with excitement like a Chihuahua, silently begging him to come over.

I was an absolutely amazing friend, and so I decided to take matters into my own hands and make it the best birthday she'd ever had. "Max!" I shouted as he passed, grabbing my phone. "Can you say happy birthday?"

He stopped.

Turned.

Walked towards us.

I smiled, nudged Tianna, and propped myself on the railing. "I'm great," I reminded her, and she only gave a little gasp as he strode over self confidently, coming to a stop ahead of me. His eyes, hazel, met mine over the railing. "It's your birthday?"

I didn't bother to act like a blubbering fan (Tianna) or like I was even mildly impressed by the fact that he was famous and hot. "Tianna's," I answered, motioning to her as she stood there with tears in her eyes and her hands over her mouth. Max let out a little laugh when he spotted her, leaning over the railing and pulling her against his chest. In a move I absolutely guaranteed he'd practiced on many girls before, pressed his lips to her jaw, trailing them across her cheek before just barely kissing her lips. I watched, trying my best not to laugh, as he spoke, his lips just barely brushing hers. "Happy Birthday," he murmured.

I swear to God Tianna was almost peeing herself. Max had always been her favourite in Gold Rush - she claimed that he was the hottest, while I preferred brunets myself. Though Max was hot, with dirty blond hair and a body that only celebrities were ever blessed with, he wasn't exactly my type.

I laughed to myself as I watched him hug Tianna. She would be finished with boys that weren't him for the rest of her life - we had actually made a bet years ago that if she ever met the guy of her dreams (a celebrity of some sort or another), she wouldn't be dating for at least a year after. She said she would, I said she wouldn't. Not with her tendency to compare things with the past, like she'd always done and probably would always do for the rest of her life.