˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sombr (Shane boose) X YouTuber! reader. Part 1.
୨⎯ You in the pretty dress ⎯୧
⚠️: just some flirty talk.
a/n: only my second little fan fic on here. cute little fic for my favourite artist right now
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we never dated ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 3:21
The crowd pulses underneath the kaleidoscope of lights. I’m smiling. Of course I am, my first concert and I’m 19. Why haven’t I done this sooner? I don’t know the singer but still. The atmosphere is fun. Dancing anyway. I should be grateful, my friend dragged me to the barricade the first chance he got. The crowd doesn’t even calm when the singer, I’m told his name is sombr, finishes a song I’m sure is one of his best ones. All I hear is the crowed screaming, especially when the singer himself bends over the edge of the stage near us, squinting.
“You’re beautiful, how old are you?”
The crowd screams. Really. I feel about fifty flashes on my face. I turn to the apparently oh-so-lucky-girl next to me. She really is beautiful, about five inches taller than me with lovey long blonde hair. She looks like the beauty standard in Switzerland. She turns to me. Oh shit, did I say that out loud? Why is she looking at me? Awkwardly, I turn away from her and find sombr staring at me. Maybe he seen how weird that was too.
He shakes his head and grins. “No, not her.” He points at me. “You. In the pretty dress.”
My mouth opens a little and I can feel my eyes bulge in something close to alarm. This is not happening right now. I give an awkward smile as I feel the heat of the flashes burning into my skin. Say something.
“Nineteen?!” I eventually say. Though it came out more as a question. Like ‘why me?’ and my age all in one.
He smiles, a little unconvinced I can tell. “nineteen , huh? You got id pretty lady?”
The audience howls with screams and laughter. My brows raise. Pretty lady? Oh so he wants to be funny. I shake the thoughts off and show him the back off my phone where my id is. Though it’s not an actual id but a super bad mclovin id with my face on it. I try to keep my face neutral. Okay, I may have smirked.
The stage lights catch the light of the fake shiny id and he squints dramatically. Bringing a hand to cover his eyes. Then, the hand goes to his mouth as he wipes off a laugh.
“Totally convincing.” He smirks.
“Thanks!” I yell back. Tugging my phone down and trying to put it in my purse. A little hard when all I’m getting is elbowed and… touched? For some reason. Wow, who the hell so this guy? David bowie? You’d think he was reincarnated into this lanky white boy. Okay, a very beautiful lanky white boy but a man nonetheless. I look up. Catching his eyes as he backs away to put his mic on the stand. Okay. Maybe I get it a little.
“So, should I ask for your number now or after the show or…?” He grins. Enjoying this.
I can’t help but roll my eyes with a small disbelieving smile as I put my purse on my shoulder. And the crowd goes wild. I cup my hands together to get the words clear over to him.
“I don’t date!” I annunciate the words. He laughs. Shaking his head.
“Who said anything about dating?” Oh this guys real funny. Cocky too. “We could just be friends.” He shrugs innocently. Smiling wider as someone shouts ‘BACK TO BEING FRIENDS!’ with all their might. Yeah okay, whatever that means.
I purse my lips and give a smile nod. He grins and runs for his phone. Oh god. He actually meant it? I get passed his phone on the number dial by a security person. I debate typing my number in. I give him one last look. He’s smiling all to brightly for my liking. Mmm. And oops, I accidentally typed a number wrong. I give a thumbs up as he gets passed his phone back. Readjusting my bag I turn to my friend.
“This is crazy.” My friend gives me a look. Like ‘that did not just happen’. I blow out a breath. He then nudges me to look back toward the singer who’s holding the phone to the mic.
Ring ring.
Uh oh.
“You wouldn’t give me a fake number now would you?” He stares at me. I keep my face straight until I can’t anymore. I wince and turn to my friend who gives me a ‘you did not’ look.
A loud ‘Sorry, this number is unavailable…’ echoes through the venue. The screaming starts again. I cover my face. when I look up sombrs dramatically clutching his heart. He tucks his phone back into his pocket.
“First time being publicly rejected, kinda nervous.” He grins to the crowd despite himself. Raising the mic. “Cut the cameras. Deadass.”
The crowd howls with laughter and excitement. Like its history they’re witnessing first hand. Maybe I should explain my self…?
“I don’t give my numbers to strangers!” I yell. He smiles and gives a short nod.
“Fair enough.” He steps back toward the mic stand. “Guess I’ll have to become less of a stranger then.” And he winks. Did I secretly wake up in a rom com? What is going on? Before I can process what just happened, the cords of the final song play and, you guessed it! more screaming. He turns to me again as the lights dim.
“This one’s for the girl who broke my heart in under five minutes.” I gave him a ‘seriously?’ look. The bastard just smiles.
You were clever, knew when to deliver your lines…
I don’t see how this relates to me at all.
And make it seem like you weren’t that bright…
I double down on my statement.
You were better in every way by design…
You were too good for a man’s confine…
okay that one’s the most true so far.
How come we never even dated, but I still find myself thinking of you daily…
I roll my eyes. He catches it and grins. ‘Ha. Ha.’ I mouth. He continues with the song, occasionally looking at me. I turn to speak to my friend who’s enjoying the song but not with me. Whatever, he’s probably shocked too.
Is it wrong of me to say I see him in a new light now? Like… he’s like tall and has a good voice… ugh get a grip. He’s a man and this was probably a stunt made to look real. you know this. Stop looking at him before…
“You don’t know this one?” He asks between lyrics.
I shake my head. ‘Nope’ I mouth. Which makes him smile more.
‘Damn, and here I thought you came for me.” He smiles into the mic, almost wider than any smile he’s given me so far. Like he’s slightly relived by that. Foot tapping to the beat.
I roll my eyes and try to hide my smile. Turning to my friend incase I never looked away from him again. The final note plays and the crowd erupts in applause. The lights fade to black. Barley audible over the applause I hear…
“Maybe next time I’ll play something you know.” I can’t help but smile. It’s quickly gone when the girls next to me begin to scream and tap me, like I just won the lottery. I give a polite but alarmed smile and turn to my friend.
“We need to leave before I get trampled.” And so we do. Making our way past the busy stampede of people and to the car I stop.
“Fuck, I need to piss.”
“Toilets are right there.” My friend replies. I hand him my bag with my charger, money and lipgloss. The only thing a girl needs in my opinion and run to the toilets. 10 minutes after waiting in a long ass cue later I come out and try to spot the red car we rented to get here. But I can’t seem to find it. Phones dead so calling isn’t an option. I walk up and down the parking lot. Am I lost? Maybe they are just pulling around? So I wait. And wait. Until the parking lots almost empty. So when an hour passes I finally say out loud.
