For @JBPamela (Hope you like, I had Chuck_Berry help one this one.)
1971, New York I walked down the side of the busy streets, It wasn't raining anymore but the road's were wet. The sky was dark, I couldn't even see the outlines of rain clouds anymore but the street lights gave a much different perspective down here on the ground. It was a normal New York night... at least a normal New York Night for me. It had been at least three weeks since James and I last talked- I haven't heard anything from him or his band. I'm pretty sure he sent the word out amongst - everyone we knew that I was "no good". I didn't find it fair that James, or should I say Iggy since I don't know him anymore, got to win every time. He drug me into this hell with him. I haven't slept the same without him, my two room apartment feels small again without him. I continued walking with my head down, slowly making my way back to my apartment. There was a crowd gathering around just up ahead and I soon found myself amid in them. They were all the type Iggy and I used to hang out with. Junkies, Bikers and Doors fans. The crowd all shuffled around, walking out of this small little joint. I had a sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach that I would run into James if I didn't leave soon. I booked it down the street. For a summer night it was particularly chilly and I couldn't help myself to look back at multitude of people that were still spilling out of the bar. I turned my head back around and there was a man walking in front of me closely, I tried to pass him but he was walking really fast. We were about the same pace when I smelled that sweet smell. That cologne that Iggy wore. I caught a strong whiff of it. I became so immersed in my thoughts I almost lost my footing and feel into his guy that smelled like James. "Shit." I muttered, he turned on his heel. I starred up at him, pale blonde hair swung in his face. Sweat dripping down his forehead. He had covered himself in a jacket with a hood. "Y/N!" James looked shocked. "James!" I mumbled. I could've grabbed him and shook him hard by the shoulders. "Is it you?" I asked dumbly, "Yeah.." He muttered. "I just played a gig." He added. "I'm trying to get home without anyone seeing me." James stated. "Can I walk with you?" I asked. James didn't seem mad at me anymore. "Uh, yeah..." He replied. "My apartment is out of the way from yours though." He added, looking over at me as we begun to walk. It was silent while I thought of an answer for my ex. "You could just come to my place.." I blurted out. James didn't say anything. "Shit, James. I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't mean it-" I said. "Y/N, I'd love to come back to your apartment." He said cutting off my word's. "I've fuckin' missed you. I thought I could do it without you, but I was wrong." James said. "Do you really mean that? 'Cause you were acting like a total bitch when you broke up when me. You said everything wrong in the world was my fault!" I said. I felt teary eyed, waiting for him to reply. "Y/N, I shouldn't have said that shit, I was high.. I didn't know better." He replied. "When are you not high..." I mumbled quietly. "Can we try to put it behind us?" James asked as we turned the corner to my apartment building, just as we walked inside the rain begun to pour down again. We walked up the steps toward my little house. "Y/N, answer me.." James said- "I wish I could say yes.." I replied as I opened the pale coloured door. James and I walked into the little room, filled with all of my stuff and still some of his. "Hey, that's my leather jacket." James said, pointing. "I'd hate to know how much of this stuff is yours." I locked the door behind us. "Is that my blacklight Jim Morrison poster?" James asked. "Yes, remember when we nailed it up?" I asked, taking off my shoes. "Aren't you gonna take off your boots?" I asked, looking up at James. "Oh, yeah." He replied, reached down to take of his leather boots. I walked over to the little kitchen area and grabbed two beers out of the fridge for us. I walked over to the little kitchen area and grabbed two beers out of the fridge for us. I handed one to James. "Thanks." He muttered. "Let's talk for a minute.." I trailed off as I sat down on my bed that doubled as a couch. James opened his beer and got comfortable next to me. "Fuck, James!" I blurted. "I miss you stupid ass!" - "I can't do this without you!" I loudly exclaimed, "I just-" I mumbled.. He looked sympathetic. "Y/N.." - "I know how you feel. I don't want to do this without you. I'm loosing everything without you! I just don't have my shit together anymore." James stated. "Can we just forgive and forget?" I asked. "Of course!" James sat our beers down and hugged me tightly, we pulled away a little bit, James kissing me roughly. "Hmm, I love you, Cleo." James muttered through our kiss. "I love you too, James."
