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A/N: You meet your ex, Mike, once again. There's a promise he couldn't or wouldn't keep. / This is not written in a reader type of way, more of an OC. Angsty.
Back in 1984, life was easier. I was 17 still. Had my whole life ahead of me. And a pair of blue eyes that secured smiles on my face. But then, Mike got a record deal, and he began touring with his band. He would come back to New York once every few weeks, but maintaining a long distance relationship was proven to be impossible. We called it off in good terms. "I won't forget, and I'll come back to get you", he promised. But I knew better. I knew I couldn't wait for that day to come because he might as well not ever come back.
I started seeing him and my friends on TV. Most of his songs referenced doing girls and alcohol like it was nobody's business and most interviews or music videos showed they were living that life. I enrolled to college a semester later than what I should had, just waiting a little bit longer to see if Mike remembered his promise. But he didn't. So I packed my things and I moved out of New York.
I hate Texas. It's an odd warm place, and a lot more conservative than what I was used to. But at least, the college life is cool. There's a lot of parties. And plenty of boys are into the New York accent. A lot of boys in frats preach Mike's band songs like it's the holy bible of jackass men. So when a Beastie Boys show gets announced in town, I dread to see the entire campus go insane with it, and even worst, I get dragged into attending. I have no hard feelings for Mike. I'm just his ex. He doesn't owe me anything. I just don't wanna see what, according to MTV, he has become.
The show is horrible. Mike and his two best friends (Adam and Yauch) are jumping up and down, making a mess, throwing beer at the crowd. But because of all that playing around, sometimes they forget they are supposed to sing and be good at it. The girl in pretty much underwear, dancing on a cage, makes me cringe. Poor girl. The shit we're willing to do for a meal. And the crowd. A lot of them are my classmates, but a lot of them are girls that clearly just want to bang the trio.
When the show is over, my friends and me agree to head over to another spot in town to have a few beers and continue our night out. My best friend Ellie and me are rocking on the dance floor when I first notice the commotion, but my guess is some random fight or some drunken stupidity is happening, not that my ex-boyfriend and former friends are walking in the club.
The first guy that I recognize is 'Ad-Rock', as everyone calls him. To me, he's Adam, and he used to be one of the funniest guys to hang out with. He's only a year older than me, and the one that I've known for the longest as he was in my same school growing up and, actually, the one that got me and Mike together to begin with. I must had frozen because soon my friend stopped dancing too and looked back at what my eyes were fixated at. She looked back at me, and sort of squeal with excitement, but I stood frozen. I walked back to my table, opened a new beer and sat down at one of the high chairs surrounding it. Soon, Ellie joined me. "We have to go there and say hi! If we're lucky, we might take one back to our dorm", she said, still incredible excited about the situation. "Oh hell no, Ellie!!", I replied in between sips of my beer. At this point, I just wanted to walk back home. I had no idea I was still this mad about losing their friendships. Or Mike not keeping up his promise.
