Falling for You

Quiting

Song - Into your arms by the Maine

It was Wednesday after my shift at the bookstore and I was at rehearsal for Friday's.
"Okay I'm feeling pretty confident about this set list." Jules said.
"But uh can we please cut 'eyes'!" She added.

"Why do you wanna cut 'eyes'?" I inquired.
"I'm sorry y/n but no one wants to hear love songs at a rock club."
"Add some bass and heavy drums and they won't care what the lyrics are." I laughed.

"Y/n you gotta start writing like you used to." Flo said
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"I don't wanna play stupid love songs about your stupid boyfriend." She jeered.

"First of he's my fiancé and second of all he's not stupid!" I shouted getting annoyed now.
"Oh come on y/n!" Nat interjected. "Getting back with him was a stupid fucking decision. You need to focus on the band not picking roses or lilies for your fucking centrepieces!"

"Hey! You're talking like you don't even wanna come to my wedding!"
"Maybe I don't!" Said Nat.
There was a silent pause.

I huffed then, "and I take it you all feel the same way too."
"I'm sorry y/n but I'm sick our band becoming the lowest priority for you."
Jules said.
"Yeah, y/n you should've never gotten back with him. He's breaking up the band." Flo joined in.

With teary eyes and my chin held high I said, "Consider yourselves all uninvited to my wedding. And consider the band broken up...I quit."
I threw my sheet music on the ground angrily and stormed out.

I came back home to an empty apartment. Timothée was working late and that was fine, but I really needed him right now. I dropped my bags onto the floor and fell to my knees with it - crying.

My band mates, ex band mates, had caused so much upset in my life in recent months and I thought if I let go of them I would feel relieved. But I've known these girls for years and realising that they don't actually give a shit about me stung like a motherfucker.

So I curled up in a ball, on the grey rug and cried my eyes out for god knows how long. Later when Timothée came through the door he freaked out seeing me crying so helplessly.

"Oh my god, baby." He said rushing over to me. "Are you okay?"
I fell forward crying into his comforting arms.
"I quit the band."
"Oh shit. How'd they take it?"
"They were quiet and shocked." I stuttered through tears. "They were being so mean though, about me about the wedding about you."

I looked up at his concerned eyes.
"I'm so glad you're home."
"Yeah me too baby." He stroked my arm cuddling me on the floor.

Over the next few days my mood switched rapidly from crying in Timothée's arms;

"My oldest friends...gone like that."

To yelling angrily in a lecture fashion to Timothée who would listen on the couch.

"You know what fuck 'em! They never cared about me one little bit! Selfish motherfu-"

Needless to say I was all over the place but Timothée would always pull me back down to earth whether that be reassurance through words or just being there and holding me.

Overall, it did seem like the right decision. I thought to myself if they did come to the wedding they'd ruin it anyway and just make me miserable.

Timmy agreed. We were a very agreeable couple, we both wanted similar things for the wedding but there was one thing that we couldn't agree on;

Can we afford a honeymoon?

A/N: This ones not majorly about Timmy but I think it was needed - that band ain't doing her good.