Troubled | alex turner

twelve

alexander david turner

"You called us all up here, what's up Al?" Matt asks eagerly, and they all glance up at me. Lately, I have become more motivated to trick Autumn. I was ready, ah, I was so ready.

"I think we should get started," I speak, a shaky breath coming out of my mouth afterwards.

Jamie's eyes widen. "Get started with what, Al? You're confusing me."

"It's time to get started with what you guys have wanted to do for so long," I reply.

Miles claps his hands together like an excited three year old. "Yes lads!"

I laugh nervously, as they all discuss how happy they are that I'm doing it.

Even though I want to do this myself, I still feel a little guilty. But why? I have no idea. She's done worse, not to me but to a lot of people and it's about time she was given the same treatment.

"So how do I start? Do I ask her out tomorrow? Do I-"

"Slow down tiger," Matt replies, and I exhale slowly. "We need to fix your partner relationship first before we even begin to think about you two romantically," Matt says, which couldn't be more true.

Doing this gave me some sort of rush, the rush that made me understand a part of Autumn. Why she did bad things; she did them for the feel. It felt forbidden but the good kind. Like when you ask for the answer of a question in a mini test, or when you nick a bit of liquorice from the pick and mix.

"And how does he do that?" Nick asks, sitting down on the park bench, along with the others as I paced up and down the area, wet grass sticking onto my trainers.

"Okay... Do I rehearse it with you guys or summat?" I ask, looking at the lads, but specifically at Matt, as he strangely managed to know everything about this matter.

Matt looks around. "I don't see why not."

I clap my hands together. "Who wants to be Autumn?" I say and they all burst into loud giggles.

"I think I'll do the job amazingly well," Nick offers.

"Improv?" I ask, smiling.

"Improv," he smiles back.

"Hi Autumn," I mumbled. This was only practice yet I was getting incredibly nervous with Nick; my best friend. Wow.

That said loads about me.

"Do you want something?" Jamie said, in a completely different accent, which was absolutely dreadful.

I burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, lads. I can't do it when he sounds like a fucking twat, mate."

"Aye, I hear ya. Nick, baby you're dreadful. Matt yous is Al. Al, yous is Autumn," Miles commands, as Matt and Nick swap places.

"Take 2!" Jamie shouts.

Matt rubs his neck. "Hi Autumn," he says quietly, and I roll my eyes.

If I'm going to be Autumn, I'll be her well.

I fold my arms. "Do you want something?" I ask, not giving him the slightest bit of attention because Autumn wanted to let everyone know that she didn't give a fuck. At all.

Matt wipes his palms against his jeans, making eye contact with the floor. I must say this: he was brilliant at imitating me.

"I'm s-sorry," Matt blurts.

That's when he got my attention. "For what?"

"End scene!" Jamie shouts again. What the fuck?

"Cook? What's up with ya?" I ask.

"I think you're ready. See you Monday, mate," Jamie speaks and the rest all leave behind him, as Miles stops to kiss my cheek, and slaps it lightly.

"You'll do fine, la," Miles reassures me.

"Will I?" I question.

"Dead well. Evening."

"Evening," I reply with a sigh as Miles leaves finally, and I'm left with my own paranoid thoughts about tomorrow.