"Do you have enough money to go to a concert?" I asked warily after thinking about his question for a long time. There's so much stuff we could do...

"Gabby, stop worrying about money. It's honestly not a problem." Alex insisted, though I still wasn't sure.

"I don't want to be an..." What's the word? "inconvenience, or whatever." 

"Heh. Well I'll explain my spending somehow when I get back home. Just don't worry about it, 'kay?" That smile could solve any war, I swear. Just one look at it is enough to make you see his way.

I smiled back at him. "Okay. So can we go to a concert, then?"

"Sure, why not?" My grin grew wider. "Um... what kind of music do you even listen to?" What a question. What kind of music do I listen to? I mean... there's all sorts of stuff. I can like almost anything.

"Old kinda stuff. Like... Beatles." I just said the first thing that came into my head.

"I don't think we'll be finding a Beatles concert any time soon, though." He laughed, and I blushed slightly.

"Well, yeah. I know that. Half of them are dead." Alex looked like he was holding back laughter, and I glared at him suspiciously. "What?" I demanded.

"Nothing." Yeah, right. Sure it was nothing. It's a shame I can't tickle stuff out of him the way he does with me. I bet if I pushed it far enough, he'd tell me, but I wasn't in the mood right now. "What bands d'ya want to go see that are still together. And alive." Oh, that's not inclusive?

I tried to think of someone, but the only things that were coming to me were Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana and other stuff like that. Which are all impossibilities. Idiot.

"I don't know..." I muttered, still trying to think. "the only people I can think of are already dead. What about you?"

"Well... I have a feeling you won't like that much of my music if you're into The Beatles."

"Try me." I insisted.

"Hmm..." It looked like he was trying to think of something that I might possibly have heard before. "Ever heard of... InMe? They're rock music at least."

"...No." Yeah, well, that failed.

"Umm... you'll have heard of The Rasmus." Ooh, that's a familiar name, at least. "They're okay. Not my favourite, but y'know."

"Yeah, I was obsessed with one of their songs for a while. I can't even remember what it's called, now..." I tried to conjure the name up from the darkness of my mind, but it wouldn't come. That's going to annoy me for ages.

"Mindless Self Indulgence?" his voice brought me out of my thought process, surprising me.


"The band..." He shook his head, and I smiled apologetically. "I'd lend you my iPod but I think the battery died a few months ago." I barely use mine, so it's still fine. 

"I'd lend you my charger," I offered. "but there's nowhere to plug it in."

"There's probably somewhere to plug it in at the the hotel..." I suppose he really wants me to hear some of his music. Whatever, I'll go with that. Though rock isn't exactly... yeah. You know.

"Maybe. My bag's on the bus." I informed him. Not like that's a problem.

"It wouldn't be hard to catch up and get it, if you want it." See?

"If you want me to hear some of your music, then sure." He grinned widely, and I couldn't help but smile back. That keeps happening. Face! Stop over-working yourself! Yeah... that didn't work. What did you expect?

"C'mon then. I'm surprised I'm educating you on modern music." Psht, whatever. Alex stood up from his position on his bed, and picked me up, putting me on his back again.

"I don't listen to that much music, I never have." I shifted, getting more comfortable as he walked down the corridor and out into the open. The stares we sometimes get from various staff and other members of the public are funny. "And you don't have to carry me."

"It's faster if I carry you, trust me." I do. With all my heart. "You're really slow." Oh yeah? Well, I wasn't really planning on moving. It's comfy on my pony.

"Faster than a human."

"Slower than me, though." I suppose I've got to give him that. Especially when we're flying along the road faster than should be possible in the real world. Sometimes, you know, I think it could all be a dream. Vampires don't really exist, do they? I mean... how can they? But then I feel how much I love - yes, love - Alex, and I know that my subconcious couldn't fake that.

"In The Shadows!" I cried, suddenly remembering.

"Uh?" I giggled. Confused Alex is the cutest, even when I can't see his face.

"That's the name of the Rasmus song I was obsessed with." I informed him, reaching up to pull a strand of hair out of my mouth. "I was trying to remember it."

"Oh, right, yeah. Everyone was obsessed with that song, though."

"I know. It was a fad." 

"Shame no one really listened to their more recent albums." There could be a reason for that, though. "They're pretty good, too. I prefer them to the album that got them famous at any rate."

"I don't think I ever even listened to any of their other songs." I tried to remember that, too. I might have tried out one or two, but they didn't catch on. Probably lame.

"Huh, maybe you should." Yeah. Maybe. I could see the red glint of the bus in the distance, and it wouldn't be more than a couple of minutes before we were there. I clung to Alex's back tighter, ducking my head down onto my shoulder so it was more like I was hugging him.

The End

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