word count: 35,000+ slow burn.
Seven years ago, Sam pointed to the moon. What followed was France, A Firefighter, London, A Balcony, and a townhouse with peach-coloured walls and an upstairs kitchen.
Lyla didn't expect to ever see "someone" Kiszka a...
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This night was a night that I would always remember. It was an experience that I took with me everywhere. Sometimes when I'd see all of the boys together, I couldn't help but think about this night. It was the night I (almost) heard a full greta van fleet set for the first time.
Sam and I spent the day together watching TV and talking. Just talking. It was so relieving to speak my native language so regularly again. I shared with him almost everything that's going on and happened in my life. He seemed to remember every part. Him on the other hand, he remained kind of a closed book. Only really opening up to me if I asked a question. It did make me feel like I was talking about myself too much but every time I looked over at him he looked so content to be listening to me.
At around four, Sam left the house to go and set up with the boys, exactly like he did yesterday. He looked sad to be leaving me and he gave me a lingering hug as he left. I watched him wait for his cab with his bass in his hand, I watched him get in, I watched him drive away. After the remnants of Sam were gone, I started to get myself ready.
The moving van with all of my furniture still hadn't come, it wasn't coming until the weekend. Luckily, Amelia is an avid going out party girl, so I raided her closet for any sort of club dresses or outfits. Anything that wasn't shirts or leggings. Amelia's closet wasn't my style, I missed my heaps of going out clothes and dresses and jewelry but it was fine for the time being.
I tried on this tight black dress which ended at mid thigh. It had white lace trim around the bottom and white straps. It looked like lingerie and to be honest I'm not fully convinced it wasn't. I didn't mind though. I'm not sure how Jean would have felt about it.
I felt confident after trying on the dress. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt the excitement for the rest of the night bubble up. So I quickly took off the dress, placed it on my bed and went and ran the shower.
I had a full packed shower. I washed my hair, I shaved my entire body, exfoliated my skin as well as everywhere else and I lotioned everywhere after. I brushed my teeth twice and as I was plucking my eyebrows for the fourth time I looked at the clock, I had an hour for everything else.
I quickly cleaned up all of my stuff in the bathroom and moved to my room to start on my hair and makeup, which had to be simple now I wasted all of my time in the bathroom.
After blow drying my hair and giving myself subtle sexy smokey eyes, I gave myself one last look in Amelia's full length mirror in her bedroom. She was in there getting ready too, it seemed like she was going to make us a little late.
"Who are you looking good for?" She teased me as I checked my ass in the mirror.
"Just me." I replied in the same tone and laughed at her suspicious expression.
I sat on Amelia's bed and put on my white ankle socks and my black docs. Then I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. Nothing, good.
At around 6:30, Amelia and I began to make our way to the venue. The show started at 7 so we had half an hour to get a cab and go. Luckily we managed to find one almost straight away and we reached the venue at 7:05. The warm air felt like summer in France. Though London's air felt more like home to me.
