Go, Leave it all Behind. [COMPLETED]

I Am not the Ghost You Are to Me

"Nate?" A woman's voice called from behind. Nate turned around in his barstool and turned to face a pretty woman in her mid-twenties. She had blonde wavy hair that fell on her chest, a paler face but it looked good on her, green eyes with dark, winged make up, and full red lips, with a thin figure. She had a bit of a punk style sense.

"Avril?" Nate said, utterly shocked.

It was Nate's second best friend from high school, the other being Sam Means. After they graduated, Avril, Nate, Jack, and Andrew, fun.'s multi-player, all became pretty close after Nate introduced them all.

"It's me! Hug me, you bastard!"

Nate got up from his seat and Avril hugged him tightly.

She had spent the last ten years in England and she had came to New York.

Avril sat down in the empty stool next to him.

"So, how you been?" She asked. Her voice had picked up a teeny bit of an accent. Nate though it was cute.

Nate sighed and sipped his drink. "I've been better."

Avril laughed.

"You're telling me you're not doing well when you just had your single in Billboard's Hot Chart's number one spot for weeks last March?" Avril asked widening her eyes.

"How'd you know?"

"The UK loves you guys." Avril said with a side smile.

"Well that's been great. It's just Erin..."

Avril raised her eyebrows.

"Erin?"

Nate nodded.

"My girlfriend."

"Aw, Nate has a girlfriend!" She teased messing up his hair.

Nate smiled his big smile and shrugged.

"She hasn't been well."

"She's sick?"

"No. Things, uh, got kinda bad last night." Nate explained turning serious.

"What happened?" Avril asked. She ordered a drink.

"Uh, it's a long story..."

Avril looked at her watch.

"I've got time."

Nate tried to start from the beginning.

"Well, I met Erin about a month ago. I didn't really want anything serious and she said she didn't either but I brought her home one night and we slept together..." Nate said the last part awkwardly, feeling weird talking to his female friend about his sex life.

Avril signaled him to go on.

"And, well, you know how you say things you don't mean during it, right?"

She nodded.

"Well, I said that I loved her. But I didn't mean it. Erin took me completely seriously though. I guess she got attached and we were fighting last night. She was a mess. And she...she got a knife. I got it away from her but she kicked me really hard in my shin and got it back.

"She didn't...?"

Nate shook his head no.

"So, what happened?"

"She...she slit her wrist."

Avril widened her green eyes.

"Is she alright?"

"She's in the hospital. But they moved her over to the psych ward."

Avril placed her hand on top of Nate's.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm okay." Nate ordered his fourth drink.

Avril looked at him.

"What's that? Your...fifth drink?"

"Fuck you."

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It was after midnight and Nate was a wreck. He was totally out of it.

Avril wasn't much better.

"Y-you know it's been great-great talking to you." Nate slurred.

"Yeah, I missed you." She slurred back and gulped down her shot.

There was silence between them. The bar blasted Kesha's "Die Young."

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That she didn't write the whole thing."

Nate realized that she was referring to the song. Nate had co-written it with Ke$ha.

"Yup." he slurred.

"I thought the lyrics sounded a bit like yours."

"You know me."

"Or you think you do." Avril slurred. She was referring to The Format's, Nate's old band with Sam, song, The First Single.

"Real funny." Nate slurred.

Avril looked into his blue eyes. She clutched his shirt and kissed him.

"What was that?" Nate asked confused.

"I don't know..."

"Well, do it again." Nate said.

Sure enough Avril kissed him again.

"Let's get out of here." She whispered in his ear.