Hai!! I don't really have anything to say, so let's just get into this fic :)

Sorry it's so late >~<

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[Jean's PoV]
After Mariachi el Bronx's final song, which was "Wildfire", they started setting up for Gogol. There hadn't been as much jostling as I thought there would be, which I was grateful for.

It was quieter during this intermission-esque part of the concert. "That was really cool," Marco said, turning his gaze to me. He had a childish, eager aura around him.

His eyes were practically sparkling. After a second, I shook myself mentally and looked away. I was staring at the several brown hues in his eyes, and probably seemed creepy.

"Yeah, I can't wait for Gogol to come on. They used to be my life," I say, daring to look back. He practically had puppy eyes, as if he was begging for something.

"They're still one of my favorite bands. Oh, what time is it?" he asked. I had both of our phones, since the shorts he was wearing didn't have any pockets.

[D*MN DEM LEGS DOH *cough* Gomen'nasai... Get back to the fanfic...]

I pulled out my phone, checking the time. "7:48; Gogol should be starting soon."

"I can't wait. They're one of my favorites; like I said. I have a lot of bands that I love."

"Yeah... They're pretty great. How'd you get introduced to them?"

"My dad played it all the time when I was a kid, so I guessed that influenced my taste in music. What about you?"

"My old friend told me to listen to one of their songs, and it just escalated from there." I saw them pulling up the Gogol Bordello backdrop. The slingshot and the banner around it.

After ten more minutes, the lead singer of Gogol started the first song. Jostling started almost immediately. A huge shock wave of people was sent our way, sending Marco crashing into me.

"Hey, watch it!" I yelled, grabbing Marco's arm to stop myself from falling. He helps me get back on my feet. D*mn, he's stronger than he looks.

"You good?" he says to me, smiling kindly.

"Yeah..." I realize I'm still holding onto his arm and let go, looking away and back up to the stage.

"Where are you now? My cupenyara?"

I probably butchered that word, I'm sorry.

Ugh, I forgot how well the leader of this band could sing. He has a strong voice and appearance...

"Uh, is he--"

"Yep."

The man onstage was taking off his shirt, much to the pleasure of the fans, apparently. The crowd sent another wave of flying people towards me and Marco.

Marco fell against me, and I instinctively snapped my arms around him in a protective way.

"S-Sorry," Marco said, squirming a little to get out of my arms. When he slipped away as my arms fell, I could see him blushing before he looked away and coughed awkwardly.

"Ah, sorry! I-I didn't mean it like that..." I said, ending up biting my tongue since I had sounded like an idiot.

"It's okay--"

"Hey, what brings you to these parts?" a familiar voice yelled over the music as the slight crunching of footsteps approached us.

Marco glanced over my shoulder, and his expression changed to one of anxiety. He groped where his pockets would be if he had them, then growled something. It was too quiet for me to tell what he said.

"Havin' fun with your friend, Botty-Boy?" the same voice sneered, then someone leaned on my shoulder. "Hey, Horse Face. Been a while."

"Titan Girl..." I growled.

"Oh, I'm the villain, as always. Just because I transferred from Titan High doesn't mean I am one."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. What do you want?"

"I'd enjoy telling your secret, Oshkosh Jeans," Hitch snarls in my other ear.

That's a horrible nickname, one part of me says. The other says, Oh sh*t.

"You wouldn't," I reply, looking to the shoulder Hitch has her chin on.

It's like in cartoons where the devil is on one side and the angel is on the other, but this time, they're both devils.