This one's for @miasparts I hope you enjoy it

It was a Friday night and Rachel, you had just gotten home after a hard and long week. You sat on the floor of your bedroom that you shared with Rachel, mindlessly picking at your guitar's strings. You had laid a couple of movies on the floor, as you were planning on watching them. But your depression and sadness that you had gained from the past week didn't allow it.

All you wanted was to be with Rachel, he always knew how to lift you up.

Your phone rang, and it was such a surprise that you nearly jumped out of your own skin.

You checked to see who it was, Rachel your phone read. You took a sigh of relief as you read the familiar, beautiful name on your phone screen.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Hey, baby!" Rachel chirped on the other side of the line.

"Hey..." you replied, with a sigh.

"Aww," he cooed, "you okay?"

You didn't wanna bring him down, so you replied with a simple "yes."

"Great! Unfortunately, I can't come pick you up, but would you wanna join me and the band for drinks tonight?"

"Lemme guess, just to watch you perform?"

"No, not tonight. Just a friendly get together that's all."

"Alright, I guess." you replied and Rachel hung up the phone.

You headed to the shower and washed your hair, getting ready for the night ahead. You grabbed your black crop top, a black mini skirt, black heels, and a short jean jacket to top it all off. You applied red lipstick and a smoky eyeshadow to bring out your brown eyes. You threw your brunette hair up into a high ponytail, allowing your red ends to brush your neck.

You hopped into your car and headed to the bar.

-Time skip-

You pulled up to the bar that was decorated with bright lights, and a variety of characters. You pushed your way through the crowd and eventually got inside.

The low light of the place wouldn't allow you to pinpoint Rachel, but you did find Sebastian. You ran over to him, in hopes of Rachel being around.

You grabbed Sebastian's hip and he spun around, ready to hit whoever touched him. His eyes relaxed once he realized it was you.

"Hey, there she is!" He laughed, tipsy, and went in for a hug.

"Hey Bas," you replied, quiet. He smelled like liquor.

"So what brings you here?" he asked.

"Rachel wanted me to come." you explained.

"Oh, where did he go again? I just saw him around..." he trailed off, "Gee, I don't know. But why don't we hang out for a bit."

You sat down at a booth with Sebastian and talked all about your lives and what's been going on between the two of you.

Hours passed and Rachel finally showed up.

"Hey babe!" he slurred, obviously drunk.

You weren't too thrilled with Rachel at the moment, "Where have you been?" you scowled.

"I was just having a little fun, calm down." he retorted.

And he crossed the line right there, your blood was practically boiling at this point. "Calm down!? Rachel, I've been sitting with Sebastian for hours on end! I really didn't wanna come over here tonight, but you wanted me too, and so I did! And I wanted to spend some time with you for once, but you just left me before I even got over here! Lord knows what you've been up to all night!" you snapped.

"You're being kinda bitchy Mia." was all he said.

"That's it!" you yelled furiously and stormed off.

You shoved through the crowd, tears streaming down your face, and hopped in your car ready to pull out of the parking lot and drive off. That was until a hand opened the back door.

It was Rachel. "What the hell was that Mia!?" he screamed, angry.

You didn't reply but rather broke down more. You didn't need him getting angry right now.

After about 25 minutes of sitting in the car, ready to kill each other, the atmosphere cooled down.

He noticed your smudged makeup and he knew how upset he had made you. He didn't realize you were so upset. He got out the car and got into the passenger's side.

He sat there, silent.

He looked at you, "Mia..." he said, empathetic. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize what I was doing."

"No, you didn't." you replied, coolly.

"Look at me." he demanded softly.

You did as you were told, and looked at him.

He looked into your brown eyes and you looked into his, "You're beautiful." he whispered.

You shook your head, disagreeing. "That's not true."

He looked at you with sad eyes. "Why would you say that?"

"Cause that's the truth Rachel."

He defended his point, "It's not though. You really are. Every part of you. Your funny, hyper personality, those brown eyes, your red ends of your hair, I mean everything. I'm very lucky to have you. Now come on, let's go watch a couple of movies. I'll drive."

You smiled, tears in your eyes, "I'm lucky to have you too." you said softly.

He just smiled at you, as he hopped out of the car, as did you. He drove you both back to the apartment. You fell asleep in his arms, watching all your favorite movies.