Punks Not Dead

Hold Me Close

When we had arrived to the dingy apartment, I easily opened the door, which had been left unlocked, something that wasn't unusual for us and kicked my platform heels off, sending them flying into the living room. My feet instantly thanked me, considering I had been running around in them for hours. Rotten left his shoes on, which didn't really matter, the place was a mess anyways and followed me into the house.

I wandered into the kitchen, which was also a complete disaster. Dishes were piled high in strategic positions so they wouldn't topple over. The garbage can was overflowing and scattered trash littered the floor around it. Flies had started to swarm as the junk had become rank and rotten. I shrugged, kicking a few stray cans out of my way. I was certainly not in the mood to tackle a task like that. I made my way through the litter, opened the fridge door and peered inside. The stench that escaped it caused me to gag. There were some veggies in there that were far from being fresh , fuzzy black molds had grown all over them. I held my breath, grabbed two beers and called out to Rotten, "Oi! Do you want a beer?!"

I didn't bother waiting for a reply, I slammed the fridge door, causing a few things that rested on top of it to come flying to the floor. I once again shrugged it off and made my way back to the living room, where Rotten was sprawled out on the couch. He looked up at me and a sly grin played his lips. I felt my heart skip a beat and I started to wonder if I was actually falling for him. I smiled back and plopped myelf down beside him, the couch sinking in beneath me.

"'ere you go!" I said, handing him the unopened bottle of Clancy's. Without a second thought, he cracked it open, threw the bottle top onto the table and downed half of it in one large gulp. "Thank ya, love. Refreshing! I was dying of thirst." He chuckled and placed his arm around my waist, pulling me in tighter to him. I cracked opened my own beer and took a drink, savoring it's taste and then rested my head on his shoulder.

We sat in silence, enjoying each other's company and sipping out beers, when suddenly the phone began to ring. My heart stopped, my mind racing. I ran to answer it, knocking my beer over, pooling it's golden liquids out onto the already gritty and stained carpet.

"Ello!" I almost yelled into the receiver. The voice I heard made anger seer through me, instantly. "Ay! I- uh...it's Sid..."