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A.M

A/N- Guys! It's me again. This is another another fictional work, and it seems very stupid. But I just had to upload it, for the lads, after spending so much time with them (rather on them) this is how I think they would've shot the video for A.M from Made In The A.M. I hate doing long authors' note at the beginning so please read the authors' note at the ending also. And they haven't uploaded a YouTube video for the Audio of A.M, so I could not attach it in the media, but you can play it while reading this for complete understanding of the story, you can use Gaana or Spotify or play it from a saved file, because the videos on YouTube are generally pitched. Enjoy!

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 Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

All my favourite conversations

Always made in the A.M. (yeah yeah)  

It is New Year's eve today, and here I am. Sitting amongst my kindergarten to primary school classmates. In a reunion, and it is happening because when we were in kindergarten we had been told to write a letter, and we wrote it to ourselves, saying we'll meet after 25 years, and posted it with a special request that these letters should reach us 25 years later. Most of our peers could make it successfully, but many could not, some died some got busy with their lives. All kinds of people are filled in the room, talkative people to shy people, settled ones to "still finding myself" people, people like me and my kindergarten friend who shifted in first grade and grew apart, she hasn't arrived yet but I do wish she does. I enter the room and go sit on the stools kept in front of the bartender, I'm in no mood of socializing and the only reason I'm here today is that we (me and her)  promised to meet up here.

  Feels like this could be forever tonight
Break these clocks, forget about time
There could be a World War 3 goin' on outside
You and me were raised in the same part of town
Got these scars on the same ground
Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?  

The way things are going right now time appears to be passing slow and in a tensed way for me because with every passing moment my brain is telling me she doesn't remember our little promise. Most of us don't remember each other, or we grew apart but people who are here for actually socializing are getting along well, like time never changed and we are still in kindergarten, well literally speaking- we are in our kindergarten building, because the venue we chose was right here. But the sad fact is that we'll have to leave by 2 am, because the school wouldn't let us party our night away here, considering the amount of mess people of our age made after drinking. Well, it's not a big deal for me, I just want to meet her and then I'll leave. No body comes to this place, it's a small town, with only 2 of each thing- school, malls, banks. One of them is on our side, and the other one is in the other part of the town. People mostly choose the other side because it's more developed than this part, but for us, our parents chose this side, because it's peaceful here- no murders, no drugs, no theft, no kidnapping. Many of our friends have brought albums with them to mentally go back to those days, where we used to laze around the park or the pool, marking "x" for treasure hunts and doing absolutely nothing, because we didn't have to worry about anything back then, except for the curfrew our parents kept! 

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?
All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M.
Cause we don't know what we're saying
We're just swimming round in our glasses
And talking out of our asses

Like we're all gonna make it (yeah, yeah)

   From the corner of my eye, I see her enter the room dressed in a elegant midnight blue gown. Thankfully she has come alone, no hints of husband, fiance or boyfriend. Because- I've always had a crush on her (since the very first day we talked when she moved in the house in front of mine, yeah I know that's creepy) She walks around the room a little bit, talking to people and greeting them. She just came in, but people have already crowded around her, where as I came at sharp 8, no body is actually sitting down and properly talking to me. They're just coming to the bartender for drinks, and while they're waiting for them they are making a small talk with me, talking about random stuff and then leaving. I didn't come here for partying or talking, I came here because I wanted to see here face outside social media, I wanted to talk with her and see if she remembered the promise we made. It might sound crazy and stupid to you- It does to me also- but it's a promise. We promised that we won't leave without talking to each other on this reunion. I don't think she remembers it, we made it years ago - on her last day in our school, we are all 28-29 right now for God's sake.  But a part of me still wants her to remember.