Punks Not Dead

Got To Get You Into My Life

•Maxi's POV•

The next day was a bit more hectic. I had to go to work and leave Sid alone, which made me a bit uncomfortable, yet I had no choice.

He pleaded, begged and argued until he finally gave up. Pouting and upset, he sat down on the couch.

"When will you be home then?" He asked, whining.

"Should be home around three. Please, don't get into any trouble. I'll bring us some dinner on the way home. Fish and chips sound okay to you?"

He smiled like a tiny child and nodded. I kissed him on the cheek, smoothed his hair, grabbed my purse and was out the door in no time.

After Sid had left London to go live with Nancy in New York, I had left the whole drug scene and decided to go work for my uncle. He owned a record shop in town, so he hired me. This allowed me to get clean off drugs and get my own flat in one of his apartment buildings. This has been going on for almost a year now.

Occasionally, I did smoke weed and do some drugs, just to let loose, but nothing too serious.

When I got home it was just past four PM, Sid was watching t.v. You could tell by his expression that he was bored out of his skull. Beside him, sat the bass I had bought him for the Christmas of '72.

When he heard me step into the living room, he bounded up and kissed me roughly, catching me by surprise.

"Hi Sid, how ya doin'?" I asked, blushing a bit and setting the paper bag containing the fish and chips down on the kitchen counter.

"Well, I got a little bored this afternoon, so I found this" He said motioning to the bass. "And...well, I decided to try and re-learn what I already knew. Can we eat now? I'm starving."

I was really shocked at how good he looked. It had been a day or two that he had been of the junk and you could start to see the change. He looked really good. Less shaken up. His skin had cleared up a little and he even had an appetite!! Sid was...remarkable.

"Yeah, sure, just go grab some plates."

Sid and I ate all the while he told me of his day. Which consisted of him watching t.v., walking around town for a bit and attempting to play bass. I noticed many of my records laying all over the living room floor.

"So, you've been reattempting the bass? How's it been?" I asked, taking a sip of my wine.

"...Not bad. I wondered if you could help me a little," He pleaded, looking into my eyes.

How could I say no to those eyes?

"Of course!"