Dreamers

2.Strangers

》Luke《

What the actual fuck was that. Did I think I was being cool with that line "I guess I still have to figure that out" what the hell was I even trying to say.

I dive face first onto my bed. All I know is I'm drunk and tired so that should be a good excuse if I ever run into that girl again. I pray to God I won't. It was a bad day I just wanted to relax on the rooftop but no. I swear I can't have anything anymore.

My phone dings next to my bed and I see a text from Cal so I switch the phone off. He may be my bestfriend but this isn't middle school he can wait until the morning to berate me with questions about why I left the bar early tonight. Oh yeah no reason just walked in on my girl fucking another guy in the bathroom and oh yeah now I have to return this damn diamond ring that cost me years of saving.

My mind drifts back to that girl on the rooftop what the hell was I thinking trying to flirt with her... if you could even consider that flirting. I chalk it up to me just trying to get my mind off the earlier events of the night.

I force myself to close my eyes and attempt to get some rest.

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I wake up in the morning before my alarm clock goes off. I truly don't know why I even set an alarm anymore I'm always up before the damn thing can ruin my mood.

I get out of bed, shower, brush my teeth and make a cup of coffee. I'm so not in the mood for today. The thought of calling Calum and telling him to run the bar because I've died or something crosses my mind but that would be too out of character for me.

People rely on me. I can't just not show up it's not an option for me. I run a hand over my face and grab a random band t-shirt and put it on. As I'm locking up my apartment door I hear a curse behind me and turn around.

Can this day get any worse. I see the girl from the rooftop banging at her door and ... pleading with it to open? I try to walk by unnoticed by her but my keys are too damn loud and she jumps and turns around.

"Luke?" Her voice sounds so much smoother without the city noise drowning it out. Her hair flows over her shoulders the waves framing her face and her big brown eyes make me question things about myself. She's fucking unbelievable beautiful. It's true but I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so how in fucks name am I thinking like this right now.

"You need to twist it and then push" I try to explain to which she responds with a confused expression. I decide to move towards her door and do it for her because God knows what stupid shit will come out of my mouth if I stick around any longer.

A small embarrassed smile draws at her mouth. "Oh ... thank you... I guess we're neighbors?" she smiles. "I guess so" I return the smile and push my hands into my pockets. "Well I should go ... have a good day" she nods almost as if patting herself on the back for getting through this god awfully awkward conversation. Before she shuts the door a beautiful black cat runs out and curls around my legs purring.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me" she sighs. "What the fuck Mabel" she curses reaching down to pick up the cat. "What's wrong?" I stare at her confusion washing over my face. "My cat's an asshole" I chuckle at her response.

"She seems to like you... you should be honored she usually hates everyone including her mother who feeds her and gives her all the cuddles in the world." She says the last part more to the cat who is now struggling to get out of Sabrina's arms.

"Oh I am" I laugh. "Well I guess I'll see you both around" I give the cat a pet and Sabrina a smile as I walk away cursing myself for being such a fucking awkward adult.

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After about 3 hours at the bar and spending 2 of those hours avoiding Calum at all costs I give in and explain to him what happened the night before he hits me with the, "Oh shit man I'm sorry" and we move on with our lives.

The bar doesn't usually get busy for another few hours so I enjoy the peace while I still can. "You wanna go home early" Cal asks grabbing a few beers and passing it to the guys standing waiting at the bar.  "Nah I'll be fine" he gives me a reassuring smile.

There is absolutely nothing I hate in this world more than pity I know he doesn't mean to do it but God it's infuriating. Does anyone ever actually want pity? I doubt there's a single soul on this planet that thinks oh yeah I'm already having a shit time might as well get someone to feel sorry for me.

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A few hours later and crowds are pouring into the bar, music is blaring and I'm finally starting to relax again. Something about noise drowning out your thoughts has always been comforting to me.

That is until I notice a group of girls in their 20s come in 3/4 of them looking extremely out of place but my focus isn't on them more on the girl walking behind all of them. Sabrina.