The (After) Life Of The Party...

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If you have bothered to scroll this far, thank you.

I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself, I'm not the desperate type.
But you got me looking through the blinds. - 7 minutes in heaven (Atavan Halen), Fall Out Boy.

It's been two weeks. Last week I was given the all clear to leave the hospital. Of course the media wanted to know everything, cameras flashing as soon as I'd walk outside, but I think they've got the message now. I'm never going to tell them anything.

I'm in a taxi with Joe and Andy. They're taking me to that Mexican restaurant. Joe's talking away but that's how this pair works best, with Joe as a frontman and Andy the listener. I think that's how he likes it.

I miss him. My little Trick. Don't you just hate how it's only when something is gone that you start to miss it. Like how he used to smile at me, and dance to the radio, and the way he would play with his hands... I smile. That's one thing he did teach me.

The best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact, is to realise two out of three ain't bad.

So that's what I do.

We sit down in one of the nearby booths and choose burgers, big ones. All of us. Then the waitress comes over to take our order. She notices me immediately and blushes. I give her a shy grin.

We have to go to a shoot. It's for DKNY jeans; they're teaming up with my company, Clandestine indst. It's kinda a last resort really. The money hasn't been flowing in the same way since the Incident so desperate times cause for desperate measures. I hate photo shoots.

"Lean this way!"
"Smoulder!"
"Grin!"

A thousand commands split my eardrums. I try my best. The female model comes stand next to me. She's hot. They tell her to lean on my shoulder. It's awkward, like pretending I know her. But, fuck, she smells amazing. Like blueberries and midnight air.

I meet up with her afterwards. She's in the dressing room, her stylist brushing out her blonde hair. It's dyed blonde, more golden actually, and you can see her dark roots. I kinda like it.

"Hey," she turns. Oh fuck. I'm not usually dumbfounded like this but wow.
"Oh hey," She stares. Like I'm the interesting one.

"I'm uh, Pete." She laughs.

"I figured. I'm Meagan."

"Wanna, er... Grab something to eat?"

"Sure."

Here are some photos that were actually taken when clandestine collaborated with DKNY Jeans. I like to try and tie my story in with as many real facts as possible.