summer '91 // damon albarn x reader

IX. sing

23rd of february, 1985.
7:49am.
college halls.

your pov.

i lean onto the cold walls, graham isnt there yet, nor is damon, nor is alex. i roll my eyes. how are they always really late when im early, but really early when im late? i laugh, maybe theyre just trying to drive me insane. not like school hasnt been trying the same thing too for the past eleven years!! woohoo!! i hate college.

its been slightly more than a month since me and damon broke it off. we are still the bestest of friends, and i recently starting hanging out with alex and graham. good guys. and this other lad named dave, who goes to another college, thats around town. theyre all just similar to damon. all smokers and alcoholics. but did i turn into one? yeah. oh well. at least it wasnt peer pressure.

i see damon run over to me. "alright?" he smiles as he greets me. i smile back. "ah man, im not ready for first period. shoot me in the head." damon rolls his eyes, i make a hand gun and make "pew" sounds, shooting at him. "gee, thanks." he closes his eyes and plays dead for a couple of seconds. noticing we are being actual children, we got back on track to a regular conversation. "where are the two plonkers?" i ask him, trying to rearrange my books in my bag. "they went off somewhere with this one bird, forgot her name though. both are crazy for her. theyve lost the plot." he rolls his eyes, smiling. "no shit, sherlock, you just realised that they have lost the plot?... now why didnt you go off with them? a little wanky to leave the two awkward nerds alone with the poor bird, youre the biggest charmer in london!" i tease him, he just smiles and looks away nervously.

"i dunno, id uh- rather hang out with you... the girl isnt super interesting, unlike you... youre ten thousand percent more interesting than she will ever be... dont get me wrong, she is fit... but not for me..." he says, shyly. i am really curious if he was trying to flirt or overall being friendly. i can take it both ways though. "me? interesting? yeah, mhm. sure. lovely jokes you have there." i stare at him blankly, his smile still glued onto his face. "no, seriously, all the other girl talks about is how she dresses up like a dogs dinner, how her vintage foam curlers have broken..." he sighs. "oh so you have a thing against girly hobbies?..." i ask him, knowing that he didnt mean it in that way, but i wanted to take the piss. "no no thats not what i m-" i cut him off, "oh dames!! i got this new coloured lipstick! i was thinking about getting a proper perm! also thinking ab-" he cuts me off this time, "god, why do i even talk to you?!" he jokes, then we just laugh it off.

here come the two wazzocks. glc and alex james. alex takes a run for it and runs over to us, graham just waves and keeps walking. two different types of people i guess. "graham, mate, catch up! how are you two doing?" alex asks us, "im good, but, shit, how are you? red as a lobster, much?" i point at his very red and surprised face. he just HAD something to tell us and i knew it. "i got off with that fit bird. shes the definition of beauty itself." he smiles, all cheeky and proud of himself. graham finally arrives. "there was a bit of delay, but the tram arrived." damon throws a joke at graham, who just rolls his eyes.

"what was the birds name again?" damon asks alex. "oh, fuck. i never got her name..." alex replies. i burst into complete laughter, knowing alex just snogged the girl and didnt even know her name. "for fucks sake it was kathy, alex!!! kathy!!" graham seemed like the one who was actually listening to the girl, unlike alex who just waited to get off with her, i assume. "proper gentleman, i might say." damon says in a very exaggerated posh accent and points at graham. "why, thank you, good sir." graham responds with the same energy. we hear the bell ring. everyone sighs.

"cmon, y/n, biology!! your favourite!!" alex teases me. we both have biology together and it kills me more and more everyday knowing i have to sit with him in biology throughout the whole semester. damon snaps his fingers, signaling for me to come, "be there in a moment alex!!" i yell out before going over to him. "uh, me and graham have history now, and, uh, i wrote my first song, and i need your two cents on it, i can give you the paper now, and just see if you like it, please?" he hands me a paper, with some lyrics on it. "oh, sure!" i smile at him. "just make sure to, uh, give it back during the break, please. oh- and also! its still in early development so, some things arent finished. alright, see you!" he waves and i wave back. i glance over the paper quickly, not reading too much into it. its called "sing". the title was decorated with yellow and blue highlighters.