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multiple missed calls

(am)alex (basically just alex in the wyocmwyh music video) shows up drunk on your doorstep.

- why'd you only call me when you're high? - arctic monkeys-

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after brushing my teeth, i led under the warm duvet cover of my bed. my eyes fluttering open and shut as sleep engulfed me. as if less than a second passed, my eyes slowly opened. i rolled over to try and find a comfortable position again. knock knock knock.

who would be at the door at this time of night? i ignored it but only for so long as the knocking continued, making me get up. i got dizzy momentarily as i stood up quickly.

the knocking continued. "ugh i'm coming be patient." i mumbled to myself as i sleepily walked towards the front door. as my hand pulled it open a body fell onto me and they grasped onto me. i yelped, tumbling back but managing to hold onto the doorframe to the other room nearby.

"sorry love." the person said, stumbling off of me. i stood up straight and he did, well he struggled. he was clearly drunk but his appearance looked quite the contrary. his hair was gelled in some sort of 50s style. he wore a black leather jacket and jeans, making him look quite intimidating at first glance. i could tell he definitely wasn't. he looked quite silly.

"wait. you're not steph. has she moved house?" the man asked, he had a pout on his face and spoke in a deep northern accent.

"oh steph. stephanie you mean? she's just opposite me." i pointed over the road, the door still ajar. he followed my finger and looked at her house. all the lights were off so she must be asleep. i never really properly spoke to her. i would only say hi or respond to her when she did if we happened to leave our houses at the same time.

"thank you love. i've just- shes now got," he picked up his phone and squinted at it. "6 missed ca- wait no 9 missed calls. or 6. i dunno but shes now got multiple missed calls from me." he slurred, his face still shrivelled up squinting at his small phone screen.
"you her boyfriend?" i asked politely.

"no. well i was. i was hoping to speak to her again tonight." he said, placing his phone back into his pocket but drunkenly failing. the mobile fell down to the doormat. i picked it up for him and saw the messages.

alex:
where are you?

why no answer?

its alex.

band guy.

i passed the phone back to him. this time he put it in his pocket successfully. "um alex? isnt it? i don't think going to visit you're ex at a time like this is a good idea. do you have any mates you can ring to come pick you up?" i suggested, feeling awfully bad for this confused man.

"not now. they've all fucked off. saying i've been drinking too much." he slurred as he leant against the wall. "all because stephanie broke up with me." he placed his hands into his leather pockets.

"look come in," i shut the door behind him and walked him into the living room, sitting him down on the sofa. i sat down next to him and continued, "how about we find a friend who can come pick you up tomorrow morning and you can sleep in the spare room. does that sound good?" i said. i know it was weird letting a drunk man into my house for the night but he seemed genuinely sweet. plus it would save him from bothering stephanie, whom i'm sure doesn't want to see him.

"no i can stay at stephs house, thank you though." he started to get up and i brought him back down to the sofa by grabbing his wrist. "alex. i don't think we need to bother steph. shes asleep now." i motioned to his phone after i spoke and he took it out his pocket with a hum.