Long Haired Pretty Boy (A Bastille, Woody Fan Fiction)

Long Haired Pretty Boy

I sat on a rather uncomfortable seat with my arms folded across my chest. I stared down at my dusty black converse with one of the shoelaces untied. Too lazy to reach down and tie it, I allowed it to swing back and forth as I tapped my toes anxiously. Where was he? I kept myself busy by watching people as they rushed by with their luggage heading to various terminals, business men all dressed up in suits, mother's with small children pulled in closely, and even some sunburned tourists. I played games with myself counting suitcases and bags, but got bored quickly. I sat for about 10 more minutes before a familiar pair of blue high tops came into view. I smiled and stood up. "There you are Woody!"

His eyes lit up as he wrapped me in a warm embrace.

Taking a deep breathe I caught a whiff of his cologne, that like always smelled really good. I glanced over his shoulder and saw the rest of the band waiting patiently with their luggage. I pulled away slowly and grabbed my bag from the seat I was sitting next to. He looked down to my feet and shook his head with a laugh, "Seriously Alice, will you ever learn to tie your shoes?"

"Maybe if you're lucky." I said then laughing myself.

He bent over and quickly laced up my converse and we started walking towards them. They greeted me with smiles and the occasional "hello" I asked them all of the questions I had been asking for months.

"How long is the tour?"

"When will you be back?"

"Can I call you while you're gone?"

"Where in the US will you guys be?"

They answered all of my questions patiently even though they were all tired after a sleepless night. We were nearing a small plane when Woody pulled a smallish package from his back pocket. "Here," he said sheepishly "it's for if you get lonely while I'm gone."

Attendants were grabbing their bags and loading them as we stopped. I opened it smiling, it looked like a journal. "Thank you Woody it means a lot. I'll miss you," I said tearing up a bit.

"Promise to call ok?"

"Of course," he said as he gave me another hug. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and was then rushed up the stairs of the plane.

***

It had been a long day, I was tired. working at the coffee shop had proven harder than I originally thought especially after having to drop off Woody at the airport. I took the stairs up to my apartment, the elevator is over rated anyways, not to mention it has been broken for years. The building was old and had a musky smell that mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke, I couldn't help but love it. I rummaged through my purse attempting to find my set of keys as I approached the appartment door. My keys rattled a bit and attracted my kitten Snowball out of the shadows. She ran towards me and sat patiently as I shoved the key into the hole and opened the door. I smiled as I passed pictures of Woody and me in the hallway. Two months, that isn't too long, but nevertheless my heart ached just thinking about it.

My appartment was small, but it was still slightly bigger than my last one. I had two bedrooms, a galley kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and a small area in the back to do laundry and that's really all I need. I walked into the dimly lit kitchen and opened the small white fridge pulling out a soda can. Then trudging into the next room I plopped myself down on the old black sofa that faced the tv. It was weird being alone. Remembering what Woody said about being lonely I pulled out the book. It was small and cute, I flipped through the pages half expecting them to be empty. I was surprised to see that every page had his writing and pictures. I quickly found the first page and read it smiling and laughing to myself. It was more of a game then it was a book "The rules of this book are fairly simple, the first being that you can only read two pages a day, by the end of this book I should be home and second, no skipping ahead." That should be easy enough.