summer '91 // damon albarn x reader

XV. chance

19th of march, 1985.
11:59am.
college.

your pov.

"-and remember for the play; invite your parents, friends, your parents friends, it will be a big one! oh blimey, dont have much time... so, class is done in about a minute, get packing everyone!" mister jones says to us as everyone gets packing. i wasnt really paying attention, i was staring at all the maps on the wall, but someone breaks my train of thought; "remind me again why we can go home earlier today?" stephen asks me, i flinch and shake the thoughts off. stephen usually sat next to me during english class, he was never the type to talk unless he needed something. prick. "uh, teachers meeting, yknow..." i reply, he just nods and gets going. i pack up and wait for damon, whos in the back, to get over to me. "hi dames." i quietly greet him as we go over to the door. "you! you two! may i have a moment with you?" mister jones stops us, and we turn around.

"...are we... in trouble?" damon gives him a nervous grin. "oh heavens no!! its about our next play. the one, that, uh, me and miss may wrote, about the spy and all..." mister jones says, damon just sighs. "are you kicking me out of the play?" damon asks, rolling his eyes. "no no! you still keep your lead role, but, im looking at y/n here. so... y/n, would you maybe consider playing the lead role of sasha? april, the lovely girl who had her role cancelled last second, so... what about you?" mister jones smiles at me, all hope was in his eyes, i look around nervously. "but,.. ive uh, never been in a play before-" i answer. "ah cmon!" damon cheers me on. "its easy business really, and we have been looking for the girl role for about two weeks since april cancelled and i know youll comfortable with your role next to damon. the play is in june, so you have plenty of time." mister jones reassures, nothing that i can regret, maybe, if only i piss my pants on stage.

i shrug, if its with damon, i dont really mind. "can you just tell me how many people will be watching me?" i ask, hoping for an answer like "oh there will be 5 teachers and 10 students and some parents!" but no, my hopes were crushed when i saw mister jones raising his eyes and eyebrows. "puff, whole school maybe? and everyones parents? and their friends? so a lot of people!" he answers and i just stare at both of them. damon was smirking like a wanker, he liked the attention, cause he had the talent for that. i fucking sure didnt. "no, no, no. i am NOT doing that- sorry i might have to say n-" damon cuts me off; "agh cmon! just try it! and youre perfect for the role... please?" he gives me puppy dog eyes. i roll my eyes and look at mister jones who is also giving me puppy dog eyes. i laugh.

"okay okay!! ill try..." i give in, mister jones and damon are cheering and celebrating. "amazing! amazing! i knew you have it in you!! practice with me and miss may are on tuesdays, thursdays and fridays from 6pm to 8pm in the theatre room! see you there!" mister jones gives me a quick high five before me and damon get going... ah, college halls, nothing smells more like shit than this god awful area. actual shit stinks less than this. hurting my nose. its like the whole college is a gigantic bathroom, i mean it pretty much is, everyone here is a piece of shit, other than me and my friends, of course. me and damon both gag at the smell, thank god mister jones always uses some air fresheners in his classroom. good man.

"im glad you did it, for me. im really happy now. i knew youd take a bullet for albarn here." damon states, i turn to him and shrug shyly. "not my cuppa, but at least it will be fun... i hope." i chuckle as i notice the teachers putting up posters for the play. i gasp as reality hits me. ive never done this before. shite. "jesus, this IS a big deal... what if i fuck up?" i sigh, facepalming. damon side-hugs me, which does help me a tad bit. im always a panicked wreck. "no, no. life goes on. stupid college play, you know?" damon tries reassuring, "stupid college play that half of london will be watching!" i add back. he just laughs and rolls his eyes. "im sure youll be alright." he adds.

as we went further away from the school, we light our fags and smoke, something so casual at this point. the weather was quite nice today. the sun is sending many kisses to london today, but im just waiting for the clouds and rain to get jealous again. "can you go out today? are you busy?" i ask damon, turning my eyes to him as i take another drag. i squint my eyes looking at the sunshine for some seconds, then back to damons dreamy eyes. he nods 'no'. "band meeting with gra and dave... im sorry." he apologises. "no need to be. i understand. but i HAVE to see you lads practice eventually, and hear your stuff. and alex needs to get a bass soon." i reply. he giggles. "we will see." he replies in a happy tone, also taking a drag of his cigarette.

and there we were, in front of his house. damon quickly butts his cigar. "well, cheers again for doing the play with me. ill see you tomorrow!" damon says as he hugs me, my body glueing to him like gum on boots. i hug tighter and tighter, making him chuckle. "let gooo!!" he says between laughs. i finally let go, smiling like a fool. "bye bye dames." i give him a quick peck on the lips, wave, and go my own way. i turn around again, just to look at him once more, i smile to myself. eye candy. damon is pure eye candy. you cant stop looking at him, hes just so bloody beautiful.

i enter my house, home alone, as always. my parents work almost everyday when i get back from school, so its quite nice sometimes. but i had nothing to do, damons busy, graham, dave. i could call alex, or fred... oh! yeah... fred. forgot about him... and even though i fought with damon cause of him, he still deserves a chance, to be my friend, and nothing more, i dont want to leave him waiting, poor lad gave me his number and i havent called in weeks. maybe i should. i run upstairs, looking for the little paper, ah! under my bed! my messy room just does its own thing. i go back downstairs to dial the number, hopefully hes not in school, i mean, he did say he ditches class a LOT.

"alright?" a familiar voice picks up. its fred. "hi fred! are you busy right now?" i ask, kind of happy that he was so quick to reply. "uh, no, not really. home alone pretty much. whats up?" fred replies, as i sit down on the chair next to the telephone. "oh not much, im just really bored and, maybe if you want to, i can- come over? i really have nothing to do, and i remembered you gave me your number, so..." i answer awkwardly. im no good at talking on the phone, unless its dames, graham or helen. "oh sure! you can come round right now if you want, i have some movies on vhs." fred says. i move around in excitement. finally something to do. "oh! cool! ill be there in a whistle!" i reply as we say our goodbyes.

i pick up some stuff i needed, keys, cigarettes, lighter, and such. i dont even bother to fix my outfit or check my hair, all i knew is that im about to watch a movie with a cool guy. but if he tries to do anything, i swear to god, that will be the last thing he will EVER do. i only want a friend. i leave a note to mum and dad, saying that im off to friends house. i put it on the fridge with the help of our ugly souvenir magnets and leave the house, locking the door.

"maybe hes nicer when hes sober." i laugh to myself.