Here I find myself again meeting Alex at our favourite pub. I promised myself that I would try to get over him, and the fact he could never return my feelings. Alex was back from the Arctic Monkeys latest tour. I have a plan for tonight, but it had a big flaw, I could ignore him when he was on tour but not now when we were meeting at a pub. The problem is that I am head over heels for Alex, and would do anything to have him be mine, and he knows it deep in his heart. I think about him all the time, i cry myslef to sleep pretty much every night over him. Also, not even to mention how many tines i have played his records listening to his endless metaphors that never get old. And hoping, maybe even praying that he might of been thinking of me when he wrote at least one of them songs. His voice never got tiring, I could quite happily listen to it all day. I tried not to think about it ,when he left to go on tour and how he held me in his arms too long to be just a friendly gesture. Before leaving the house I look in dismay at my outfit. Is this good enough? Will he like it? I brushed my hands through my recently trimmed hair, it was trimmed but my beatle like hair was still intact. I can't wait to see his hair, it would be long because he had been on tour? I and many others, would agree with me that Alex with long hair or "humbug" hair, as some people called it is the best. I loved it when it framed his face, all bouncing and free of hair gell.
2 hours later.
I'm at the pub with Alex. When he arrived he hugged me tightly, and we exchanged general chit chat. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He looked stunning! His hair had grown out as i predicted, and he ws wearing causual clothes. We are now sat in a secluded booth, him close almost too close to me. My fantasys run around my head mocking me, because I know they can't ever come true. It's different with Alex, so much different than with anyone else. Am I going insane?I ask myself. "What was that love?" Alex whispered his face so close to mine. "I can't handle you anymore Alex!" I screamed. I didn't care if the whole pub had gone silent, I wasn't putting up with this shit anymore! Alex just looked at me with them doe eyes,this next move could make or break whatever you might call this relationship that me and Alex have right now.
5 mins later.
I'm trying to keep up with Alex, who is running holding my hand and heading to his apartment. After my outburst he apologised and grabbed my hand. We were now running down cobbled streets and heading to his place.
2 hours later.
Jealous is an understatement, as Alex was about to let me back into his flat he might of just forgotten to mention he has a new girlfriend. He introduced me to her and she seemed nice enough. They asked me to stay for drinks but I politely refused, claiming that I need to be somewhere else. When I finally got home I immediately found a bottle of whiskey and my packet of cigarettes, I would need some more. I decided to head to the shop, and make the necessary purchases. On my way out I only went and bumped into fucking Alex, just my luck. "Woah mate are you having a party and not inviting me" Alex said his tone was mocking, but had a hint of concern in bedded in their that I noticed. "No mate just stocking up that's all" I mumbled looking down. I must of looked like a right mess I had been crying my clothes were crumpled, and I had a carrier bag full of cigarettes and several large bottles of whiskey. "Well it's not the Zombie apocalypse you know Mi!" Alex shouted laughing. I cringed at the nick name Mi, the last time he had used that was before he latest tour when I was in his arms. "Yeah well I've gotta go Alex so bye" I said and hastily made my exit. "Hold on Miles are you okay?" Alex was concerned about me but why? Shouldn't he with his girlfriend right now? Trying not to let annoyance fill my words,I just said "yeah I'm fine Al see yah around". I didn't wait for his reply, I didn't want to hear it. It would be full of false promises anyway. I ran back to my apartment and opened a bottle of whiskey. I try and convince myself that I don't need Alex but it fails.
Maybe 3 hours later.
I hear a knocking at the door. I try to get up but I just fall back onto the comfy sofa. The next thing I know Alex is holding me, like he did before his tour. How did he even get in here?I thought to myself. Dam me for giving him the spare key to my flat. Time passes, and he is just holding me and whispering and I can't hear half of what he is saying. Suddenly, confusion hit me in my drunken state "Alex why the fucking Hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" My words were bitter, and I wasn't even try to hide the fact that I was jealous of her. "Mi I broke up with her when I got in, she is packing her stuff now" "Alex what the fuck why did you break up with her" I stuttered. "Because she isn't the one, and I've realised that now love". The word love pulses through my brain, I don't know how to respond so I just hug Alex like before and he seems happy with that.
