Find Me

2. Stranger

Josephine POV:

I have a love-hate relationship with clubs. I used to absolutely hate them, but since having my heart broken and a complete personality change, the club doesn't seem so bad anymore.

Dancing in a room full of sweaty people and drinking till I black out, actually is better than it sounds. But then again, nothing really matters anymore. Not without him. But I also hate it for the fact that guys are constantly trying to touch me. My body isn't for them to touch, it's only for him.

After chucking on a skin tight, black mini dress, I put on a pair of plain black velvet heels, then line my eyes in messy black pencil eyeliner and exit my room and go to the kitchen where Marco is chugging down the whole jug of orange juice. "Marco," I sigh.

He burps loudly, "what?" He goes back to drinking it.

I go and yank it out of his hands, "I just bought this," I roll my eyes and screw the cap on. I put the one third filled jug back into the fridge then proceed to grab Marcos bicep and pull him out of the house with me.

"Oh J, you know me so well." He grins.

"Yeah? And how's that?" I look at him quizzically.

"You know I like it rough," he whispers into my ear.

"Ugh, as if!" I shove him away.

His brows furrow together, "did you just quote Cher from Clueless?"

"Mhm," I reply as I climb into his car.

As he climbs into the drivers seat he exclaims, "Omg! She is like totally my idol!" He flips his nonexistent long hair over his shoulder, "you know, you kinda look like her. Maybe next Halloween I can convince you to put on a little school girls skirt and show off dem legs," he wiggles his eye brows at me with a smirk.

"You've already seen me with a school girls skirt on." I remind him.

"Yeah, but never without that Bon Iver shirt on over top of it," he replies. The mention of the shirt I practically live in makes my good mood suddenly deteriorate.

I clear my throat. "So, who else is coming to the club?" I attempt to change the subject and luckily it works.

"The whole crew."

When we get to the club, I'm greeted with the sight of Kazumi and Danny grinding on each other while on the dance floor as Jordyn and Tony watch from the bar amused at the two already drunk girls. Marco immediately goes to join the girls in their dancing while I head over to the guys. "A scotch please?" I ask the bartender. He nods with a smile and gives me the glass. I swallow it all in one go then slam the glass down onto the bar top.

Me and the guys converse about different plans for the band and hangout times. Eventually the girls come over and we all have fun drinking.

The next few hours are spent washing away my sorrows with alcohol and grinding on both my friends and random strangers. But every time my body touches a guy, whether it be my friends or strangers, I feel like I'm gonna vomit. And I do. I've puked at total of 5 times tonight. My body knows that there's only one man I'll ever be able to get close to.

Damn body. Betraying me.

Currently now, I am in my dressing room throwing my-his- shirt on and taking off my shoes. I always preform barefoot. Marco comes in for the daily reminder of when the show starts, "yo, yo, yo, five minutes till showtime, hun."

"Alright."

I exit and head to the stage where I do my routine greeting and start my songs, through out the night, my songs range from songs about sex- to partying- to being utterly in love. The last song though hits home.

'All I wanted was you' by Paramore, is the next song that my band has set up to play, I take a deep breath and close my eyes before starting the lyrics.

"Think of me when you're out, when you're out there
I'll beg you nice from my knees
And when the world treats you way too fairly
Well it's a shame I'm a dream

All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you

I think I'll pace my apartment a few times
And fall asleep on the couch
Wake up early to black and white re-runs?
That escaped from my mouth

Oh, oh

All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you

I could follow you to the beginning
And just to relive the start
And maybe then we'll remember to slow down
At all of our favorite parts

-all the instruments stop playing and I open my eyes to be met with glowing green ones and my heart stops-

All I wanted was you

-it feels like all my feelings are coming out through my voice-

All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you"

Deja vu, isn't it? Me seeing him during a performance after years apart. But this time it wasn't my fault why I ran. It was him.

"Thanks for comin out tonight everyone, have a good drunken night!" I salut the crowd playfully, they cheer as I pick up the vodka bottle by my foot and take a drink as I make my way off stage and to the comfort of my dear dressing room.

I throw myself onto my couch then throw my arm over my eyes. A few minutes of serene quietness pass almost lulling me to sleep. The sound of the door creaking open and the intoxicating smell alerts me. I remove my arm and open my eyes to see a nervous yet angry looking Hero standing in my room. Then a frantic Marco runs in.

"I'm sorry, J! I told him he couldn't come in here but he didn't listen to me and I got nervous cause he looked like he meant business and-"

"- please just shut up, Marco." I cut him off. "Just go home, I'll deal with this... stranger." I grumble and rub my temples.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Marco nods once and slowly exits the room, looking over to Hero I see what looks to be over flowing jealousy radiating from him.

"So what do I owe this pleasure... stranger?" 

Note from author ❤️:

Second chapter☺️. Tell me your thoughts and theories about it!

Also I'll be continuing'Saving His Broken Mate' sometime this week, so watch out for that!

You know you love me xoxo,
Zoë