Tears made of Sun (Emblem3)

Chapter 7 - Recognition

I raised my head from the pillow and looked around. Curtains draped in front of a huge window, there was a closet and two doors. One was half-open and I could see from the crack another room filled with posters and a guitar in the corner. Looking back down at the blanket that was covering me, I took it off and had a soundless shriek as I saw the only thing I was wearing were my underclothes. I must have had a few more drinks that I was supposed to last night, because right as I sat up my head started spinning. Sitting up on the bed, I looked around once again, and saw myself in the mirror across the bed. Hopefully I looked better last night. Eyeliner was smudged around my eyes and some remaining lipstick darkened the corner of my lips. I wiped it off quickly and put my feet on the ground. Tip-toeing around the room, I found my jeans laying on the floor but my shirt was nowhere in sight, so I opened the closet and grabbed the first T-shirt that I saw. Before closing the closet though, I peeked at the other T-shirts, desperate to get a clue about where I was and who I got here with. They were mostly colorful with a bunch of different logos that I didn't recognize, so I gave up and put the shirt on. I wished hard that I hadn't done anything stupid last night, but as hard as I tried, I could remember nothing after dancing with elevator boy. And I tried hard to convince myself that elevator boy was too innocent to be involved in any of this.

I paused, hearing voices from downstairs. Shit. Well, whoever it was, all I needed was to get home and no one could stop me from doing so. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I opened the closed door, pausing again to make sure the voices were still there. I walked down a hallway and followed the staircase leading downstairs. In soft steps, I got to the living room which was covered in sunlight, and the smell of pancakes immediately reached my nose. It brought back memories from my hometown and how my mother used to cook breakfast for us and our friends every time me and my sister had girls sleep over at our place. I smirked, remembering all the morning pranks I used to pull on her and I remembered the first time I had sneaked out at night and almost not having made it to breakfast. I had to make my sister call my mom up to her room so I could get in, then sneak upstairs and change into pajamas. A feeling of nostalgia pinched my heart, but not too long, since my thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice. "Yeah, but don't take forever. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say!", it was a woman's voice, probably talking on the phone because I didn't hear anyone reply. I sighed with comfort knowing I wouldn't have to deal with any man or boy for that matter, and walked across the couches, peeking through to the kitchen. She had long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. My attention shifted from her to the photographs hanging on the wall. I recognized elevator boy when he was younger. Was this his house? Why was I here? Well shit. I didn't even want to think about it.

The lady turned her head in my direction and stared in wonder. Confused, I smiled and mumbled a 'hello'. Placing down the phone on the counter, she pushed her hair back and raised her voice.

"Good morning dear!  Come in, I've prepared breakfast, the boys will be right back, don't you worry!".

She gave me a wary smile, and searched in my eyes as if I was supposed to know what she was talking about. Obviously she had been well prepared for this, but even though her voice was soft and calm I could see her playing nervously with her fingers. My mind was whirling, trying to figure out a logical explanation for all this mess. The boys? What boys? There were more boys? I approached the kitchen table and sat down, not meaning to be rude and reject her breakfast efforts, or whatever.

Humming a soft melody, she smiled empathetically at me while serving two pancakes and an egg on my plate. Thanking her, I picked at my eggs with a fork for a while, frantically trying to come up with a logical explanation. This is the best I could come up with: so... we went out partying, and then came back to his place, and then hopefully just fell asleep? I was hating myself for being so naive and being part of such complicated situations. I was hating elevator boy even more for doing this. How stupid was I to think he actually just invited me to a party? All boys are after one thing I guess, BUT HOW COULD I HAVE LET MYSELF GO TO THAT PARTY? I should have known he was that type of guy; the type that picks up  random chicks and then has fun with them until the morning after. Maybe his mother was used to this and that's why she didn't look too nervous.  I was dizzy from trying to come up with a safe answer, trying to make myself believe that nothing was wrong and I would soon be home and it will be forgotten OR even better, wake up to realize this was all a dream. After all, it's not my thing to just meet people and go out partying with them, so obviously this can't be reality. Maybe I had never met elevator boy and gone back to my house and... well maybe these were just the effects of the sleeping pills. Hell, I might be asleep right now and dreaming of this.

But my hopes were crushed as the living room door opened and slammed shut and the house filled with voices.

"Yeah dude it was so sick! He said we might even start from next week!". It was elevator boy - I would recognize his voice anywhere.

The woman looked up and smiled wide, "Boys! Get in here!"

I swallowed quickly and wiped my mouth just in time as elevator boy walked in and froze. We stayed there, looking at each other, saying nothing, both wide-eyed and confused. He formed a 'hi' with his lips and I was about  to blurt out all my questions when we all heard loud barks. Still in shock and trying to hide it, he turned and picked up a small, white dog.

"Hey! There he is!! Who's a good boy, Sampson?" he played around at the white puffy creature which was half the size of his arm.

My heart stopped, my mouth went dry. I could feel the blood drowning out from my face. I remembered the moment like it was yesterday. My sister had not stopped talking about the band that stole her heart from X-Factor, how they were different, unique, blah blah blah. I remember her talking so fast I couldn't keep up. How unique their songs were, how there were the two brothers and their friend... she showed me pictures of them, and pictures of her room FILLED with pictures of them. I distinctly remember one night, I called her up and she was tired and talking slowly about the band she had begun to love so much. I was used to her talking about them but I never understood why she admired them so much, never even liked the idea of their band because they had partly been the reason why she had become so obsessed with the music industry. Anyway, as she talked on, I could hear her breathing heavily and I knew she was ready to fall asleep. Right before I hang up the phone though, her voice leaped in energy talking about how open-hearted they were that they had begun to take care of a dog. A dog that a fan had sent them, a dog whose name was Sampson.

It's funny how all it took was a dog's name and all the memories came rushing back. All the videos and interviews my sister had made me watch, and I pretended to be interested because of how excited she seemed. His smile had caught my eye but boys were the last thing that was on my mind during that time.. and supposedly right now as well. I stopped tangling my thoughts and took another breath as elevator boy was still occupied with the dog. Let's look at it logically, what are the odds that I would be in that SPECIFIC band's house? None. There was no chance.

I was convinced that I was mistaken and overreacting, when two other boys walked through the door. Sharing the same amount of surprise they stopped at the door and looked nervously at me and then back at elevator boy. They both nodded my way with politeness as they moved in the kitchen, picked up a pancake each and munched on it quietly. The younger blonde one was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans and had these huge earphones around his neck, and the taller one had short hair and skin burnt from the sun. There was a pause when no one was talking or moving an inch, a pause which finally set striaght the fact that I had been trying to avoid. Unable to control it, I bit my tongue chewing on a bite and reached for my cup as some egg was stuck in my throat. Looking at the three guys through my glass of water, I finally remembered the ringtone on elevator boy's phone which I had so desperately twirled in my mind for the past day...sunset.. something.. sunset...boulevard? Yeah. That was it - the song that had constantly been playing in the background in my sister's room every time we skyped or talked on the phone. The song she made me listen to a dozen times. I now knew exactly who they were, and I looked up at elevator boy with recognition. Holy crap. 

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Okaay so I'm going to be updating more often now cause I realized my chapters are pretty short and I don't wanna lose my audience! If I got some :p  Anywaay if you're reading please rate and comment if you like ittt remember it really means a lot :D