Farrah waited at her building's door, looking out every few seconds as she waited for the white sedan to pull up. She drummed her fingers along the door frame.

"Where is he?" Farrah checked her phone to see the time. There was still ten minutes. Farrah glanced down, pulling the bottoms of her jeans to her ankles and her white t-shirt down to erase its wrinkles. She opened her black, leather jacket to show her breasts more.

Seeing them protruding from her chest, Farrah smiled. They were her greatest aspect. Other girls' with her breast size sagged and drooped, but her's stood proud, beckoning everyone who saw. Though Farrah didn't mind when other's sagged, when it came to her's--Farrah couldn't help but measure her worth, her time left to enjoy her youth, by it. After all, that sneaking suspicion of guys only loving women with perky breasts haunted her often. Farrah wanted her breasts to stay perky for as long as possible.

Farrah looked out the door, trying to ignore her mother's shrill voice as it said, "Men love sprightly girls, thin girls, with big, firm breasts and an innocent appearance. That is the only way to capture men. Remember, Farrah, that is our goal as women, to catch and keep a man."

That is our goal, but do I want to be like her? End up with three divorces, loveless and unloving. I--That's not who I want to be. I won't be.

~

Rain pulled into the grocery store parking lot around the corner from Farrah's apartment building. There were thirty minutes left before he needed to get Farrah.

Turning his car off, Rain watched a mother push her cart towards her car, her toddler swinging his legs from his seat in the top. A middle-aged man in sweatpants and a hoodie carried his two bags, slumping as he walked. Rain could tell today was not his day.

Rain leaned against his steering wheel, huffing, "Why. Why didn't I say five? I wouldn't have to wait all this time thinking of her." Dancers twirled around in his chest at the image of Farrah smiling at the hamster in her hand displayed on the screen of his mind. Rain's gaze softened. "I could've spent longer with you."

As the thirty minutes passed agonizingly slow, Rain watched shoppers head to and from the store, many tired from the day. Rain bobbed his head as his favorite radio station blasted its hour of alternative rock music. It was the one time a week he could listen to his style of music. That is, away from home.

Rain turned his car all the way on, singing along to a song from a decade ago.

"Much better than this decade," Rain mumbled to himself, hoping for another 'classic' to come on as he pushed his sleeves a quarter of the way up his arms.

At the same time, Rain was trying to ignore his quickening pulse. With every inch he drove, the water in his mouth dried up, the thunder in his ears amplified, and the monkey in his stomach flipped.

Rain took a deep breath as he pulled up to Farrah's building. The click of his car door sounded a second later, Farrah hopping into the passenger side with an eager smile. Rain looked over, exhaling, as she did. His eyes scanned her outfit, one that emanated her personality well.

"That outfit looks so great on you, I'm starting to think I should change," Rain said with a chuckle. Farrah glanced at him, taking a second to look him over. Rain wore a gray, long-sleeve shirt with black jeans. A white belt peeked out a little from under his seat belt.

Satisfied, Farrah looked into his eyes.

"I don't know if you were being sincere, but you look fine. That's a nice outfit."

Rain sighed mentally, a weight lifting off his shoulders at her words. A small lift to the corners of his lips could be seen. "I'm serious. You look amazing." Farrah blinked at his unwavering tone.

"Thank--Thank you," she said, turning away. Rain merged back on the street, humming along to the radio to distract himself. Farrah listened to his off-key melody. His humming almost insulted the artist, but Farrah liked this new, unexpected aspect of him. She hummed along.

After two songs, Farrah and Rain burst out singing at the top of their lungs, their shyness no longer there. They jammed out to the punk songs now blaring on the radio. Each head-banged, making an occasional attempt at an air instrument; Farrah with guitar, and Rain, the drums.

Their band's debut went on for three songs until Farrah spoke, out of breath, "So, where are you taking me?" Rain smirked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye before turning back to the road.

"Don't worry, you'll love it." Farrah groaned, looking out the window to decipher any clues.

Though the area was familiar, Farrah couldn't guess where they were headed by the time Rain pulled into a full parking lot behind an old building. A crowd of people swarmed the outside, disappearing behind a single, metal door. Despite the huge number of them, no one pushed, and no one shoved. Everyone was respectful of each other as they filed into the small door.

Rain hopped out of the car and opened Farrah's. He took her hand, helping her up as she stared wide-eyed at their surroundings. His cheeks warmed, seeing her interest.

As Farrah looked up at him, opening her mouth to speak, Rain shushed her, saying, "Just wait. It gets better." He led her by the hand to the crowd where they waited for ten minutes before finally getting inside. Rain never let go of Farrah's hand, secretly enjoying its warmth.

Past the door, Farrah walked along a dark-lit hallway, making sure not to step on anyone's heels as she tried to see what lay ahead. The purple glow on the end of the walls told her she was close. Once there, Farrah stopped. Her mouth hung agape as she gazed at the large ballroom-turned music club.

Neon, glow-in-the-dark signatures and drawings were spray-painted on the wall of mirrors, the excited profiles of people reflected within. A stage stood pushed against another. Loud chattering echoed from the balconies lining the upstairs while an equally loud chattering echoed from the dance floor.

Farrah turned to Rain as he pulled her to the side, allowing everyone behind them to pass through, and asked, "What is this place?" Rain smirked, seeing the excitement flit through her eyes.

Instead of answering, Rain checked the time on his phone and pulled Farrah into the center of the crowd. The lights dimmed.

"Wha--" Farrah began, glancing around the room. The crowds from both around her and above shrieked and cheered for what's to come.

At the sound of shuffling on stage, Farrah turned to see a band gathering. A boy around their age came up to the mic.

"Ah," Farrah sounded as the realization hit her, "We're at an underground music performance."

"Thanks for coming to see 'Our Sunset in Hell'." The crowd screamed, wooing at the band's name, while calling the band great, amazing, and their 'savior'. The boy at the mic bowed, looking up to wink with an alluring smile. The deafening cheers from the crowd reverberated around the room. "Hell can be hot, so I hope you're prepared."

"Pfft," Farrah laughed, "I see what you did there, pretty boy." Rain glanced over at her words.

Shaking his head, Rain told himself, Don't worry, Farrah came with us. There's no way she'll dump us for him. Farrah's words of 'going as friends' interrupted his thoughts. Rain stared ahead, towards the stage. Won't reject me for him.

"Here we go!"