"So Bastille, huhh?"he asked and sighed.
"Yeaaaah, I love it, oh God, I can't wait to see them!"you yelled to him happily. You two were walking on the street, to the place where the concert will be.
You've known Garrett for maybe a month, but you liked him, he was one of your closest friends. You knew everything about him. Everything, really. He was what he was...a vampire.
You've always found it amazing, and it filled you with excitement when you were going to a meeting with him.
"Anyway...is there any problem with Bastille?"you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"English"
This was the only word he said, and now you realised what's wrong. His bad memories from the Independence War with English men.
"Oooh come on Garrett, it will be so much fun! They are not that type of English guys..."
"Then what type? English is English and that's it"he turned to you with so much hate on his face, his voice was so angry.
"Shh! It's okay. You promised that you'll come with me! You can't change your mind!"
"And that's why I'm upset..."
"Don't be. Look at me!"you ordered and stopped.
He stopped too, turned his head to you again and stared you in the eye.
"What?"
You grabbed his arms and started to shake him softly.
"It-will-be-amazing!"
Garrett just started to chuckle.
"Fine, I bet you'll think it was good, when it's finished"
"We'll see...but if you don't want to be late...we should go"
"Okay, okay. Now we're in a hurry"
You were almost running on the dark streets to get there in time. Luckily, you could get into the 3rd row, from where you'll be able to see the whole band.
You fixed your hair and your Bastille T-shirt for the last time.
'Maybe one of them will find me beautiful...'you thought.
Suddenly the band came onto stage. You were jumping and screaming like an idiot, smiling as big as you could. But when you looked at Garrett you had to laugh. He was standing like a column in the middle of the "forest of hands" without any impressions on his face.
"HEEEEY! COME ON! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"you shouted, but the music was too loud.
"WHAAAAT?"he yelled back.
"DO SOMETHING, YOU FOOL! YOU ARE LIKE A STONE, DAMMIT'!"
He shaked his head, to 'comfort' you that he won't move any part of himself.
'Ahh God...'you thought, but didn't care about it for the upcoming time.
In the end, the band wished a good night and got off the podium. There was a huge applause. You were clapping until your hands started to hurt. Then you turned around. Garrett was clapping too.
'I won...'you thought again.
"You won"he told you after everybody went away, and finally, there was silence at the place.
"Hahaaaa I knew!!!!"you screamed and hit his shoulder friendly.
"I mean"he continuoued"they are still English. But their music isn't that bad. Not my style, but it was all right."
You hugged him.
"Thanks for coming with me"
"Anytime at all"
"Beatles song tytle alert!"you joked.
"I don't care"he chuckled and gave a  kiss on the top of your head, still holding you in his arms.