*Major Time Skip*
<Jake's POV>

Today's the day!! The concert!!!!

The plan was all set up. I had the tickets and special meet and greet passes in my pocket. Everything started at seven tonight.

"Hey, Sandy?" I called. "Yeah Jake?" "How about I take you out tonight?" I asked as she walked in the room. "Don't spend money on me. Where are we going?" "Too late. And, nowhere special." I replied as I pulled out the tickets.

"Jake... These are for that concert tonight." She said, surprised. "That's right. I got them for us. I know how much you love these guys. Especially Hunter." I finished with a chuckle. I swear I've never heard a girl scream louder. It brought a smile to my face, seeing the girl I love so happy.

"Jake!!!!!! You're the best boyfriend ever!!!!!!!!!" She said for about the millionth time.

~Time Skip~

*Sandy's POV*

It's almost concert time!! I'm so excited!! Not only will I get to see some of my favorite artists live, but I get to meet them! I have the best boyfriend. As I looked in the mirror and fixed my hat on my head, though, I started to think of my grandfather, and how he nutured my love of country music. He took me to my first concert about thirteen years ago. Aside from my father, he was the best man in my life.

I decided to talk to him. I took my hat off, and kneeled in front of the mirror. Hey, Papaw." I said. "It's been a while. I really miss you. I just wanted to let you know we've been ok down here. I bet you're workin hard up there. I'm going to a concert with my boyfriend. I think you would have liked him. He treats me well. I know you'd whoop him otherwise. And he knows daddy will."

I didn't know I was crying until I felt Jake's arms wrap around me, and his thumb slide across y cheek. "Sandy? Are you ok, darlin?" He asked sweetly. "Yeah. *sniff* I'm alright. JUst missing my grandfather. I gotta go, Papaw. I love you." I wiped my face and made sure everything was intact. I put my hat back on and stood up.

"Ok. Let's go. We don't want to be late." He helped me walk to the truck. As I pulled out the keys, Jake spoke up. "Let me drive, baby doll. I want you to just relax and save your energy for tonight." He said as he opened the passenger door for me. I thanked him and got in the truck. He held my hand on the way to the venue.

*time skip*

We finally arrived at The Prodigy Theater and Arena. When it was our turn, and they saw that we had no bags to check, Jake showed our papers to security, and we were taken to the front row of the V.I.P. section. "Jake? How did you manage all of this?" I asked in disbelief.

"I may have contacted some people, and gotten them to give me a special package by eluding to the fact that you're a very big fan, and that it would just about make your whole life if you got this oppurtunity." He said smiling. "Jake. You didn't!! Who did you contact?!"

"Oh, no one special. I just facetimed Brantley and them while they were rehearsing." He had a mischievous smile on his face after he said that. I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't scare the whole place with my screaming.

Before I knew it, Brantley was taking the stage. He started the show with Country Must Be Country Wide.

*Time Skp*

After a few songs, he said "This next song is for all of those who have fought the good fight.", and started One Hell Of An Amen. I started crying immediatley, and Jake pulled me into a hug. "What's up, baby doll?" "Just missin my Papaw and a friend of mine, is all. I love this song.

I finished out the song with the rest of the people, and then I heard Brantley say "Now, we aren't gonna have any fights in here, because it'll be broken up before it starts. If he really deserves it, WHOOP HIS A** IN THE PARKING LOT!!!!" and the beat to Take It Outside started. I was so happy. I know every word.

I was singing and dancing so intensely, that Jake was just laughing and shaking his head. And, when that song was over, he played Read Me My Rights, and said it was the aftermath of the previous song. That got a laugh out of us.

*Time skip*

Next was Parmalee. They started their set list with Carolina. Then Close Your Eyes For This, Sunday Morning, and a few others. They announced their final song. The one I had been waiting for. I sang at the top of my lungs.

"I barely know you, you barely know me. We ain't but two slow dances into this thing. Come on, let's sit dow. I'll order us a round. I wanna know everything. Girl, where's your hometown? Are those your mama's eyes? What are you doin for the rest of your life?"

I sang every word, never taking my eyes off of my amazing boyfriend. I thought of changing the pronouns. Jake started singing too. I had no idea he had such an amazing voice. Is there anything this boy can't do?! Just then, the place erupted. I looked at the stage and saw Hunter. I screamed so loud, I thought my vocal cords would explode!

He started off with Storm Warning. He performed If You Told Me To, and a few others leading up to Invisible. I got emotional at this song too, because I can relate. After that, he played 21. That made me wonder what these guys were doing, putting me in my feeings, and then gettin me hyped.

He ended with Wanted. Jake and I both sang along. When it faded out, Jake pulled me into a kiss. "Alright, darlin. Let's get back there." Jake led me backstage, and showed the bodyguard our passes. We went through a door, and Hunter was right there!! I had to keep my mouth closed so I wouldn't scream. I didn't to seem like just another crazy fan.

"This must be Sandy!" he said as he came up to shake my hand. "It's nice to meet you, Hunter. I'm going to be honest, I'm trying my best not to freak out because you're so amazzing and oh my God, I'm rambling. Uh. Can I sit down? My legs really hurt."

"Haha. That's perfectly alright. Of course you can. Make yourself at home. Jake informed us you'd need a place to sit. "Sorry if this is an inconvience. Stupid Spina Bifida. Always acting up at the worst possible times." "Don't apologize." I heard a new voice say. "Hey, we're Parmalee.. I'm Barry. That's Scott, Matt, and Joshua. "Call me Josh." the last one said.

"Brantley will be back in a minute. He had to step outside." "I was pickin flowers if you get what I mean." He said. I was so overwhelmed. "Don't worry, Hoss. I made sure not to smell like it." I looked at Jake. He's not too keen on Brantley smokin. "It's ok, Jake. I may not know them, but I trust them. They're country boys. I'm sorry, Brantley. I'd get up and properly greet you, and I would have done the same for the others, but my legs are hurtin somethin fierce." "Well, that's perfectly alright, darlin."

He came over and shook my hand. He also shook Jake's. "Nice to properly meet you. If I can't shake her daddy's hand, I guess the boyfriend is the next best thing. Does he treat you right, darlin?" "He sure does, sir. And my daddy approves of him, so that's a plus." "That's good. As highly as he spoke of you, he better mean it." Huner piped up.

"Sandy? Do you need anything?" Josh asked. "Could I have some water?" "Of course! I'll get it!! Barry said. "Thank you. Y'all are so nice." "Is there any other way to be? Especially to sweet little lady like yourself? Besides, I figure if we aren't, ole Hoss is gonna have us Take It Outside, and even I know the only man fights harder than one whose lady was messed with, is law enforcement and military personel. Not to mention what your daddy might do."

When Brantley said that last sentence, Hunter kind of shuddered. We talked for a while longer. I got pictures and autographs. I even got a few vieos of us just singing and playing around. Jake finally warmed up to all of them. They made sure I had their contact information, and said to call them if we ever needed anything. We thanked them and left.

"You hungry, Sandy? You had a big night." "Jake, babe, you've spent enough money." "Fine. Then I'll just have to cook you an amazing meal at home. I want to spoil you." "Haha. Ok. If you insist. I can't tell you how had it was not to freak out at first. But it's so easy to just be normal around them. Thank you for tonight."

"You're very welcome, darlin. They are pretty cool." "Even though you wanted to sock Brantley in the jaw for smokin?" I laughed. "Mine only problem with that, is that he knew he was meetin people." "Jake, I don't like that he smokes, but he's an adult with his only life. And, he made sure it didn't linger on him or cling to me." "I know, darlin. I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. I'm glad you're so protective. Nobody else, besides my daddy, and maybe Eva would do that for me. Elohim certainly didn't." I mumbled that last part. "Elohim? Who's that?" "Nevermind. Forget I said anything. It's not important."

"It's important. Who is he?" By now, we'd reached my drive way. "A guy back at my old school. I shouldn't have fallen for him. I felt a connection because he has Spina Bifida like me. I thought we had so much in common. I thought he was perfect. That's the most wrong I've ever been. He was just like everyone else at that hell hole. Petty, dishonest, and disgustingly evil. Blond hair and blue eyes. Typical city boy. Name brand clothes, a fancy wheelchair, and only 'the best school supplies money can buy'." I mocked. He thought he was the sh*t, and I agreed. Roi Alexis Davidson helped him ruin my life. She pretended to be my friend, and I told her I liked him. Then she told him. He used it against me. He made it look like he cared, but he didn't. He was never there when I was being bullied, and never did anything about it when he found out. The only person in that school that ever cared was Eva. As far as I'm concerned, Elohim Cameron Phillipson does not deserve a Biblical first name, and can burn in Hell."

"Well, he better hope I never find him. And on that note, I think we should go inside." "Ok. I have a couple poems I wrote because of him. They aren't very good, but they got my feelings out. I'll find them when we get inside, and we talk about them over dinner." "Sounds good, Sandy. Let's get inside."

We walked in the house, and I immediately went to my closet to get my shoebox full of poems. I grabbed the two I wrote about the jerk. Is This Love?, and You Don't Care. I walked into the kitchen, and saw Fettucini Alfredo and garlic bread! "Jake!! You're literally the best!! I found teh poems, by the way." "You deserve the best. I can only try. Let's hear em." He sid my chair out for me, and I thanked him. He pushed me up to the table, and sat don himself.

"Ok. The first one is called Is This Love?. Is This Love? Sure, you're cute. You're nice. You're smart. But, are you just playing tricks on my heart? You say to me 'It's just you.' But, can I really trust you? Is This Love? Ae you from up above? Or are you a scam? Playing me like the fiddle I am? Is This Love? Please, let me know.? If it isn't, I need you to go. Don't play with my heart. Which I gave you from the start. I was such a fool, to let myself be your tool. Is This Love? I'll never know. I told you I cared, and you put on a show. You never really cared. It was all a facade. I should have been careful here I trod. This isn't love. You tricked me. I still can't believe... You picked me."

"Wow. That's really good. Now, eat. While I process that. And plan how to kill the lowlife that hurt you." "Jake. Nobody is killing anybody. I'm glad you like it. Wait til you hear the other one." I said as I started eating. I finished my plate, and Jake asked if I wanted more. I told him yes, and waited until he gave me my food to recite the other poem.

"This one is called You Don't Care. I let you in. What was I thinking? You Don't care. The warning signs were there. My heart shut out what my brain wanted me to see. And you made a fool of me. I overlooked your flaws, for which there was no cause. You can contact me, but choose not to. It doesn't really matter. Talk to me. Or don't. I'm fine with the latter. You've cleaed your hands of it, and so have I. This is my way of saying 'Goodbye.' If You Don't Care, neither do I."

"I have two thoughts. One: You're very talented. Two: This guy is a scumbag." "I'm glad you like them. And, you're right about the second thing. I pray to the Almighty Lord I never see that boy again." Just then, I got a Kik notification. From SpeedyWheelz16. Him... Why is he contacting me all of a sudden? I don't want to talk to him. I automatically shut down and started to shake and cry. I was having a panic attack. Sure, the name was childish, but it brought back so many negative memories.

"Sandy? Sweetheart, what's wrong?" "It- It's him. What does the message say? I can't read it."

SpeedyWheelz16: Hey, Sandy. Long time no talk. Miss me?

CamoLover1936: Take a guess, you piece of sh*t. If you've got nothing better to do then message this account after God only knows how long like there isn't a problem, you need to rethink a few things.

SpeedyWheelz16: Sandy? I don't remember you having such an attitude. What happened to the sweet girl I used to know?

CamoLover1936: This isn't Sandy. This is her boyfriend. The only male outside of her family that seems to legitimately give a d*mn about her. I have to watch her ride out a panic attack because of you. That "sweet girl" is still here. Slowly falling apart. She is the best person I have ever met. She is beautiful, and kind, and talented, and I won't let anyone, especially a lowlife like you.

SpeedyWheelz16: You'd really say that to someone with disabilities?

CamoLover1936: Your disabilities have nothing to do with the fact that you're a douche.

SpeedyWheelz16: You talk a lot of smack. Say it to my face.

CamoLover1936: Alright. Let's meet up. Name the time and place.

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!! So, this is a mega long chapter. With a cliffhanger. I hope it makes up for the short ones. 2596 words.