Being the wing women of a girl who always went to crash parties was hard. She would always find celebrity hosted parties and try to pick some guy up and then crash him and the party. She always brought me with to cover up the being alone part. I was a good lier so I could always make up excuses for why we were allowed in.
   I sat at a table with strangers who were talking around me, to my friend. I chugged the rest of my drink, shaking my head after disconnecting the glass from my lips and putting it on the table. My friend grabbed my hand and gasped. "It's our song!" Of course I was excited because it was our song and the alcohol was working it's way in my system. Her and I danced and sang along. We jumped in crowds like a mosh pit. The song was done and we were both pretty out of breath from all the loud singing and jumping. We kept on the dance floor and kept dancing. Some guy grabbed her waist and pulled her away from me. I went to walk back to our table but another guy grabbed my wrist trying to pull me to my friend and another guy.
  "Get off me!" I tried to pull away my hand from his grip but he had it so tight that it probably was going to leave bruises. "Let go!" I kept resisting, but he ended up getting me over there. My weak arms gave up, but just as they did, I felt an arm on my shoulder.
   The guy looked up as so did I. "Who are you?" The guy asked harshly. I was confused. He was too tall for me to see, so I was trying my best to follow along.
   "Her date, now if you don't mind, I would love for you to back off and give me my date back." His voice was beautiful. It carried confidence and yet it was soothing. The guy rolled his eyes and then waved us off.
    The guy held my hand and walked us off, I still hadn't seen his face. He turned me towards him as we stopped once we got far enough away. "I'm so sorry, he's a douche when he's drunk." Oh. My. God.
   He had pretty brown eyes and bleached blonde hair. His hair was slicked back, but it looked good instead of weird like the style usually does. I almost couldn't stand his jawline. "Mikey." He held his hand out.
   "Y/N." I smiled at him and then he melted me when he smiled back. He looks like the kind of guy to not do that often.
  "Well, we have to be dates now. What do you want to drink?"
  "I don't really drink at parties. I don't want to do anything I'll regret. One won't hurt though." He laughed, which made me laugh. It was contagious. He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
   We went up to the bar and ordered drinks, walked around and then I almost spilled my drink. I got excited when one of my favorite songs came on."I love this song!"
   Mikey smiled "Me too, let's go dance." 
  He grabbed my hand and we went to go with all of the other dancing couples. He took my hands and put them around his neck. Then his hands moved down from my shoulders to my waist. I sang along quietly, and so did he. We'd laugh or smile at each other once in awhile, while rocking back and forth to my favorite band. It's too bad they broke up all those years ago.
   "When you go, would you have the guts to say, I don't love you like I loved you yesterday..." I sang along to the quiet part, only to hear it become louder again. The song then ended and I looked at Mikey. "That sing is one of my favorites. It's beautiful. I'm mad that they broke up though." Then it hit me as he said it.
  "Yeah me too." I covered my mouth as I realized where he was from. How stupid was I? This wasn't just Mikey, it was Mikey Fucking Way. The bassist from My Chemical Romance, my favorite band. Oh my God I was stupid.
   "I just realized who you were. I feel stupid." I laughed at myself,
    "It's okay. You know I know you too?"
  "You know me? Before tonight?"
   "Yeah, you went to a lot of our concerts and one time you threw a flip flop at Frank yelling at him sign it." He smiled at my past self. "Then another time you tried to make me sign you. Like your forehead." I laughed because I start to remember all these times. "Another time you early tackled my brother in a hug. He didn't forget you either."
  "Thank you Mikey." I smiled as he brought me in a hug.
   "That's why I helped you tonight. Not only were you with that douche, but I remembered you and I never would've thought that I would've seen you again."
  He released me from the hug. "Huh?"
   "I love you. I have since you threw that shoe." He laughed. "I was happy when I recognized you."
   I smiled, my favorite bassist loved me. "I love you too Mikey, not just because you're famous either.
   "Well, shall we have one more dance as an actual couple now?"
   I nodded at him and we went out and danced our hearts out.