Sober.

3 // Begin Again

"I'm sorry for the lies I spoke, I'm sorry you heard the lies that hurt your mind. One day soon lies will be just fake memories."

- Lies ( Written by Shea Avery on August 23, 2010 )

Million little people in one big city, a million boys who say they adore me. A million different people but none of them will be you. I scribble down in my journal looking at the words for a few moments, reading over them again again and again, till I realize those aren't the words I want to say. I scribble out parts of the line.

Million little people in one big city. A million different people but none of them will be you. I read the line once again, looking around at all the people in the busy Brooklyn subway station. The room echos with trains going across tracks, beeps and alarms, but also with the sweet music from street performers. Something about the subway has always brought me peace in the middle of the chaos.

A million flashing lights in the city tonight. The cameras, the streetlights, the light in your eyes.

"No, no. That is not right!" I rip the page out of my journal and toss it in the trash can next to me.

My phone starts to buzz and I set my pen down to look at my phone.

New Message

From : Unknown Number

Heyyyy Shea ! It's Hunter, Dinner @ 7 @ Hard rock?

I quickly add Hunter to my contacts and reply with a simple 'yes'. I then stick my phone back into my purse and pick back up the thing that would try to write down what I was feeling, what I was thinking.

A million lights in the city, a million busy lives all in a hustle.

A million passing cars, a million different stories in the story book.

I smile and look down at the two lines I wrote down, perfect. I look around once again at all the people rushing around the subway station, each either in a rush or taking their time to get to their next destination.

"Shea?" A question rings in my ear as I snap out of my blank mind and into thought.

"Lucas?" I shoot back and look up to see the tall blonde in a suit. He smiles and kisses my forehead before taking the empty seat on the bench next to me.

"It is three, shouldn't you be at work?" He questions as I close my journal and slide the pen into my purse.

"You should know by now this is work." I smile and also put my journal into my purse and I set it on my lap.

"Ah yes , seemed to slip my mind my beautiful girlfriend is one of the best songwriters at the moment." He chuckles and draped an arm around my shoulder.

"You might need to remember that next time." I lean my head into him and look up at him.

"Lucas?"

"Yes, Shea?"

"Remember when we first met three years ago?" I ask and he hums a yes then smiles at the memory of me with blue hair and makeup running down my face.

"You were a complete idiot back then, i'm not saying you aren't now, but you grew up."

"I know, I can't believe I let that rinky dink EDM singer talk me into going to a rave in a abandoned warehouse. Also, let alone the blue wig she made me wear, I still have that mug shot on my phone to show people who don't believe i've been arrested." I smile.