summer '91 // damon albarn x reader

V. party

24th of december, 1984.
5:20pm.
your house.

your pov.

"are you gonna get ready? we need to leave soon love! aunt may is worried already." my mum barges into my room. "pft, yea. shes worried her potatoes will cool out." i roll my eyes. there was no one more annoying than aunt may, cousin toby, uncle tom. and the sodding rest. if damon was here, he would come with me to avoid his family, and to laugh at mine, which made it a little less painless. but... now that im going alone...

"oh, i know, she doesnt have all the cells in her brain, but she is quite nice." my mum lies. we both hate her. "oh really mum?" i smirk, knowing shes lying like a dog. "oh god, youre right, i cant stand that woman." she laughs with me. there was a bit of silence before i decided to speak up. "mum, i dont wanna go this year. im sorry." i say in a serious voice. "cause of aunt may? no way! you have to come with." she says, a little disappointed looking. "no, ma. every year i went with damon, you know that, and now when hes not there aunt may and literally everyone else will ask dumb questions, and im not ready to answer them." i sigh.

"why dont you just tell them hes on holiday? i mean, he is in fact on holiday." my mum makes a point. "i know but, i dont wanna think about him during dinner, or opening the gifts, i will have an actual breakdown." i rub my eyes. "ah, fair point. god, i can tell how broken you are without him. poor girl." she hugs me. i smile. mum understands it. "did he call at least?, please tell me he did, its been a week since we last spoke of him properly." she asks and i nod "no". maybe he just had no telephone. christ knows... but a letter wouldve come by now, thats if, he sent one, of course.

"i just really cant go. ill make something to eat for myself and just watch the telly. tell aunt im sick or something. please." i tell her. she just nods reassuringly. she goes downstairs and i hear my father ask "is she done yet?", mum replies "shes having her monthlies. huge pain. i dont think she can come with us now.". my mum is a great liar. "and the oscar goes to... " i whisper to myself. dad comes upstairs into my room and gives me a quick peck on the forehead. "thats alright, i hope you get better. we will pack up some food for you? okay?" he smiles and i nod. ah im free.

they leave 2 minutes after. i get up from bed as i can hear their car starting. annnd theyre gone. i tap my foot on the floor, not really knowing what to do. this mightve been a stupid idea. but i couldnt bear with my family. or maybe i wanted to stay, so he could call me, maybe as a christmas gift? maybe he wanted to leave me waiting? what a tease. its getting around 6pm, so i have nothing better to do than take a small walk.

learning from my past mistakes, i put my biggest jacket on, do my shoes this time, and get going. i may look like a complete fool, everyone celebrating in their homes, and me just outside walking completely alone. but it was completely different from what i thought. houses were dark, locked, empty. seemed like everyone was away from home to celebrate. i guess im not that big of a fool anymore. theyre the fools!! god it felt like a post-apocalyptic scene from a sci-fi movie.

i walk around, humming to some random tune that was caught up in my ears and brain. the emptiness of the town was comforting. it was lonely, but comforting. maybe cause i feel lonely, the town understands me. but everywhere i look, i see him. i glance over at the browns house, i remember him knocking at their door, asking if they had a bandaid for his cut. i look over at the seven/eleven. i just see me and damon getting high off of the slushies there.

everywhere i look, hes there. thats why the town seems so empty when hes not around. cause he adds the last puzzle piece to it, he completes the puzzle- the town. hes the one that made every memory in this sad town fun. everywhere i go, it smells like him. memories overflowing. the town smells like his fancy cologne he would wear during any formal event, smells like his clean blankets at a sleepover, smells like cheap shitty beer he drinks. smells like the awful nicked cigarettes he smokes. and everywhere i look, i could see him. shades of blue remind me of his eyes, bright christmas lights remind me of his witty humor, the lights in his heart. his personality was just as colourful as the lights.