Crying Lightning

Riot Van

My phone chimed it's remarkably annoying tune which awoke me from my blissful sleep. A groan escaped my mouth and I rolled over and slammed around with my hand on the bedside table in a poor attempt of snoozing it.

"Fuck you." I mumbled, I sat up and aggressively jabbed the snooze button on my iPhone.

Ten minutes later, the same yapping occurred and I reluctantly got up.

"Fucking mondays. So fucking pointless." I ranted to myself as I rubbed my eyes, riding them of sleep. Splashing warm water on my face woke me up, I then shuffled in my slippers to the kitchen and boiled the kettle.

"Matt..." I wrapped my knuckles quietly on his bedroom door. I pushed the handle and stepped inside.

"Not yet, come here." He said, barely a whisper. He idly lifted up the quilt and I scooted to lie in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his stomach gently.

"Love you dude." I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, whatever, you too." Then he drifted back off.

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Under Cover Of Darkness by The Strokes blared from the speakers of my phone distrupting the staff at work, I blushed a slight colour of red and stepped outside the shop to take the call. An unknown number was displayed on the screen.

"Jasmine?" A deep dark voice asked from the other end of the line.

"Alex, is that you?" I questioned, hiding the utter excitement which was evident upon my face.

"Yes darlin'. What time do you finish work?"

"4.30, why?" I already knew why, but I needed to hear him say it.

"Well, it's my last night in Notts and yanoe, being famous an' all, and I move around the country a lot. Would you like to come for a coffee with me love, you want me to pick you up from work?"

"Um sure, I work at Schuh in Lace Market Square, Nottingham City Centre, near the massive Debenhams. Wait outside and I'll come out and meet you. I'll be as quick as possible."

"Okay Jazzy." I sighed at his pathetic nickname for me.

"Don't call me that. My full name please." I tutted.

"Fine, Jasmine McAdams. I'll see you later beautiful." I laughed, surprised that he'd remembered. Alex Turner did just call me beautiful, my breathing was erratic.

"Later, Turner." I ended the call and held back my squeal that was threatening to escape my lips. I have a coffee date with the one and only, Alex Turner. Fucking hell, Bella's gonna crap herself.

Yesterday was fun, Alex and I spent the rest of the day watching movies and learning more about each other, I already knew little bits but he told me all about his childhood and getting into music and meeting the other Monkeys. I told him all about me, my favourite colour, band, type of guy, music, career choices, my past, whether I wanted to have kids or not and it went on and on through about 5 movies. The day was great, except for the on-going headache.

It was 4.20 and I was in the ladies toilets at work getting changed out of my work shirt and into my red checked shirt. I ran a brush through my hair and re-applied mascara and lip balm. I pinched my cheeks to add a little rose and pulled on my heeled boots. I signed out from work and placed my shirt on the shelf. I said bye to Denise and George and went outside to see a mysterious man leaning against a column with one leg propping him up and a cigarette perched between his lips, dark glasses hooded his eyes and his mop of brown hair was styled expertly into a quiff. His signature leather jacket hung loosely from his shoulders and my heart skipped a beat. I slowly approached him, my heels clicking as I walked. His head tilted up and he removed the glasses from his face.

"Well hello there Miss McAdams." He greeted me and he bowed.

"Mr Turner, it's my pleasure." I fake curtsied and winked at him.

He turned on his heel and held his arm out for me, I took a stride and linked my arm with his.

I really badly wanted to do the Wizard Of Oz skip right now.

"Skip." I whispered, he turned his head to me and smiled. He brought his left leg up and began to skip, pulling me forwards. I tried to keep up.

"We're off to see the wizard," He began, singing in a very high voice.

"The wonderful Wizard of Oz!" I finished and we keeled over laughing. My body shook with laughter and I found myself breathless. He seemed to mimic my lack of oxygen.

"My god Jasmine." Alex breathed out.

"I'm secretly an 8 year old okay?" I half yelled in defence. He brought his face right next to mine and moved his mouth closer to my ear.

"As am I." He whispered. "Now, coffee milady?"

"Indeed. There's a Starbucks up there, shouldn't be too busy on a Monday night." He nodded and took my hand in his. The warmth of his touch sent slight tingles down my spine and I couldn't be feel the great satisfaction that came with holding a global rock star's hand.

"So, I was sat on the edge of the stage, singing to this girl. She was crying her eyes out, we were holding hands and all of a sudden, she pulled me and I fell onto the barrier. The whole band stopped playing. Security guards rushed over. The sound of my cry of pain echoed through the arena. I broke a fucking rib! Jaz, stop fucking laughing!" He yelled at me. I was sat opposite him in Starbucks, laughing my arse off.

"A fangirl broke your rib. Oh, my, god." Tears were brimming my eyes, I was finding this too funny.

"Fuck you." He swore and took a sip of his Americano.

"You did." I said in a hushed tone. I drank from my latte and peered at him through my lashes. A smirk was spread on his face.

"It's a shame I don't remember it. Well, you were probably shit. But even drunk, I still rocked your world baby girl." His cocky manner made me roll my eyes.

"We should do an experiment to test that."

"I think that's possibly the best idea you've ever had, Jazzy." Emphasising the last word.

"Shut it, Lexi. You can do that experiment with someone else." I laughed and finished my coffee. He glared at me. Lexi and Jazzy. Sounds like lesbians.

"Fuck off Jasmine, you want it. Just admit it." He's so unbelievably cocky. I one-strapped my backpack and stood up, swiftly exited the Starbucks and left Alex Turner bewildered.