"never forget me?" izzy asked.
"never." Luke stated as you linked fingers
~ when izzy and her ex best friend collide again after a bumpy journey.
I USE NO CAPS PURPOSELY
after a long day of uni, i walked home thinking about crawling in my warm duvet.
"sorry." i mumbled to everybody i keep bumping into on the busy London streets. i was always quite polite and quiet even to people who were rude, i'd just mumble "sorry's" constantly.
it always reminded me of when me and luke were bestfriends, he always used to complain saying i was too polite in public whereas in each others houses i would be a wild animal, loud and screaming the lyrics to all our favourite P!ATD, twenty one pilots and all time low songs. i sighed contently, the corners of my lips turning up to the thought of the good memories.
i usually did this. i would think about all the good times then it would hit me like a truck, the truck being reality.
-at home-
as i walked into my apartment, i'm immediately welcomed by my Birman cat, Jelly. i scratched behind his ear which was his favourite thing.
a lot of people find it cruel to have a pet, in an apartment when you work and are in uni. but being the pet lover i am, i couldn't not get a pet. i wasn't that cruel since i was home, strangely, a lot. Luke got me jelly when i was 14. im now 20, making her 6 years old.
she suddenly let out a meow, causing me to jump out of day dream, to alert me that she was hungry.
"sorry baby." i said to her as i began to fill her food bowl with her favourite food before collapsing onto the sofa.
i felt my eyes getting heavy from my long day at school but since it was only 5:00pm i decided to watch TV to save my sleeping pattern for being messed up.
as soon as i turned on the TV, it was immediately on MTV since i always play it in the mornings.
it took me a moment to realise that 5 Seconds of Summer were LIVE on tv. after a long debate with myself, i decided to watch it.
i was snapped into reality when the interviewer suddenly asked " so, luke, are you going to see izzy whilst your in the UK?"
i was almost gob smacked, i lived in Australia since i was 4 so how would they know I'm in London.
"i..urm..," luke stuttered leaving me clueless.
"she's in Australia." luke stated but it almost sounded like a question.
"nope," the interviewer started before continuing "she's in London, in her 2nd year of university." the interviewer replied cockily.
"WHAT?!?" i almost screamed, not understanding how they got this information.
"well, um, we won't be seeing each other." luke stated with a clear hint of confidence.
i stood there suddenly lost all my tiredness whilst the interviewer began to close the interview.
"oh my gosh.." i muttered still flabbergasted from the events that just happened.
i was snapped out of my trance when i felt my butt vibrate. i looked in my back pocket to find my phone ringing, i instantly knew it was Robyn, my best friend of 2 years, because of the silly picture i had took of her.
"hello poop." i smiled into the phone, i always called her poop, childish. i know. don't care though.
"hello poop to you to, i've got some news" she said into the phone. robyn was the only person who knew about me and luke and my depression and what not. we also both worked at the 02 which was extremely handy.
"1. okay 2. your meant to be at work 3. shoot" i replied slowly
"i am at work, idiot, and thats why im calling you." she relied with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "urm, okay?" i replied confused
"well, they put up the list of who's doing what during the tour." she stated. every performance got different jobs on different concerts. like ticket, merch outside, merch inside, bouncer, mosh pit and backstage.
"i got door tickets, " she continued " and i got.." i replied dragging on the last word
" your not going to like it," she said, instantly knowing what i've got. " backstage." she finished
"what one?" i questioned with a hint of nervousness in my voice "well, about that, your backstage manager."
"shit" i muttered. that meant i had to direct the boys where they have to go, talk to them. basically be their personal assistant. and the worst thing is, even if your puking your guts up, the company want you in.
"i'm going to call Riley, see if i can switch jobs by any chance.. " i replied letting out a sigh "well good luck, boo" Robyn coos before the line went dead.
i-izzy r-riley
i: hey riley r: hey izzy, how are you. i: not too great, actually r: why? i: i really need to switch jobs, i can't be backstage manager. any other act, yes but not 5SOS r: what? why? you should be privileged izzy, you know that your the number one colleague. i can't trust anyone else i: well find somebody else to trust, okay? i can't do this one! r: no, i refuse i: riley, please. i can't do this r: tell me why and maybe i'll change my mind i: i can't..... r: yes you can! i: FINE I KNOW THEM, SINCE I WAS 10 AND THEY DITCHED ME, I CAN'T BE AROUND THEM.... r: too bad, izzy
the line went dead i can't believe i just told my boss that and still have to do it. i sighed in fustration before going to take a bubble bath, infected with a lush bath bomb,my guilty pleasure.
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