Somebody Else // Matthew Healy Fanfiction

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My friend has always had this weird habbit. It makes you wonder how she gets through life so well. If you think about what a habbit like that can ruin in your life; you respect her bravery in some way.                                                                                                                                                                                 I look down at the floor of my kitchen, I had recently spilt my coffee on to my tiles and just now noticed a little brown spot on the white floor right next to the corner of one of my cabinets.            My head aches as I try to think about my answer to her posed question. I admired her for making me think so much all the time; she was my brain trainer. Usually, she would talk and talk and talk to try to convince me but today she quietly waited for my response.                                          My friend, Maggie is her name, actually Margaret. I hate how she always leaves a trail of hair wherever she goes. Her long dark hair really stands out on my white tiles as they fall out everytime she touches it.                                                                                                                                                    Her habbit is to always do things before thinking. It lead to her being in multiple situations that could have ended horribly if I didn't happen to be there. So there she is again, asking me to come party with her tonight.                                                                                                                                            "You know I hate to party", my hand runs over the brown coffee spot on my floor. And I found another one of her strands of hair, "you know you should really use a different shampoo."                The room smells of freshly baked cookies, Maggie's favorite of mine. She likes to eat before she goes out so that she can drink more, a quote by her.                                                                                            "You know I love to party", her mouth opens to take in a large sized piece of cookie, "and you know you can't say no." Of course I know that I can't say no to her; at least not when it's about going to parties.                                                                                                                                                                      "How many people do I not know?" I see myself as a little pesimistic at times, I could've asked how many people I know at the party, but I would rather opt for the other way around. She knows that I am not like her. "Think about it, Mags."

 The coffee stain vanishes while I am running my finger over it. I don't like to admit it but I drink at least five cups of coffee every single day. Though you can't really get any good local coffee in Manchester, M&S does it's duty. And yet another hair.                                                                                          "What are you doing down there?" "From when I spilt coffee the other day." I wash my hands in the sink. "Maybe six people you don't know", she eats another cookie, "but more than six you do know." I hated her like this, I couldn't say no. Her habbit is persuading people, infulencing in more bad ways than good, not thinking about things and their possible outcome.                                There is a desk in my bedroom, it's full of books. It's also stuffed with papers, notes and post it notes that I kept for over a year. I like my desk, I like reading, I like writing, I do not like partying. I tend to read more than I live. My mom always says it's unhealthy to read too much because it's not reality. I like reading just because of that. I also like knowing things; knowing and knowing better. I like to be better than others by doing my research, I like documentaries, natural sciences, I love math.                                                                                                                                                            "I don't know" I try to think of ways to get out of this mess, "I would much rather stay at home." "And read?" Maggie snaps. She can tell the look on my face is confirming what she just said.              I always try to be unpredictable in a way, maybe reading did that to me. But I fail everytime because I am the most predictable human being alive. Also why I like reading so much.                       "Fine" my brain tells me to give up. "Pick you up at eight" and then she left.                                         

 Sweat drips from my face. I notice that facial sweat doesn't have the typical sweaty smell to it; I make a mental note to find out why later. I also jot down to eat the frozen berries I have in my freezer on my imaginary list.                                                                                                                                             "Are you going to walk?" I hear Maggie calling from infront of me. I always have to be still when I make a mental note, it's like time freezes for me. "Yes."                                                                                     It amazes me how loud one can turn up the music. The room is filled with mosty male guests; some I know, some I don't. My sweat is gone by now, it is embarrassing to sweat although it is a perfectly normal human reaction. Standards in our society are just about as dumb as all of the people in this room.                                                                                                                                                               Frozen berries sound so good to me right now, I would much rather be reading and eating the berries than sweating and smelling vodka that is supposed to taste like cherries. Berries are my favorite fruit, also cherries which could be called a type of berry. But not cherry vodka.                       "Loosen up" I feel a nudge in my shoulder from her a little too big hands and acrylic nails. "Over here!" I would like to add that I also am deep in thought nine times out of ten. "Who's your friend" I hear a man laugh. The sweat begins to come back; it's like it is my warning before an uncompfortable situation comes up. I believe I didn't hear Mags answer to the guy's question because I zoned out once again. "So come on Eva, let's play a drinking game!"                                       

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