Alone Together (The Strokes Fanfiction)

Ideals

We arrived to Julian's home around three in the morning.

"This guy needs a bed right now" Luke said.

"He also needs therapy and bigger balls, but there's nothing we can do about it" I snapped.

"A bed we can provide" Luke replied, and I had no choice but admit he was right.

We had dragged wasted Julian Casablancas to Luke's car, were he barfed a few times more before we arrived to his flat. He wouldn't stop whining and slurring things, the only constant, decipherable word in that torrent of clumsy mumbles being "Cobie".

"What?" I would reply sharply every time.

"Abherdurhr" or something of the sort would always be his answer.

"Hang in there pal" Luke would say over his shoulder holding the wheel.

We managed to find his keys and lead him all the way to the apartment and into his bedroom. I went to the kitchen and looked for a bucket and a tall glass of fresh water whilst Luke undressed him and got him to bed.
Bitter denial and enragement replaced my emotional confusion. My usual buzzing and obsessive thoughts cascaded into my brain once again. This guy had made me feel like such a massive idiot; he had hurt me so badly and it was just within hours of meeting him! He had planted an ideal in my brain too easily. With that stupid and particular aura he had, and the easy-going conversations, and the intense chemistry, and all that confusey-feely game he played. Why? Why had it been so easy for him to get to me that way? He was just like any other dude, the kind of dude I tended to notice was trash before even giving him a chance. But I didn't notice he was trash. Why didn't I? Everything was so clear; the whole situation was so fucking childish from the very beginning and I didn't notice. At all. I came to the conclusion that it had been just a silly starstruck. And I felt so lame admitting that to myself, but it was the only explanation that fitted with what had happened to me and what I was feeling right then.

"Can I come in?" I spoke to Julian's door.

"Yeah, ready" Luke answered.

I stepped into the shadowy bedroom, and I deciphered Luke's silhouette in the dark beside the bed. I approached to his side and left the glass of water on the night table, then the bucket on the floor next to Julian's head. We creeped out of the room as silently as possible with a meticulous shut of the door.

"I think we should crash here tonight," Luke said "It's late, and I guess it won't be a problem after what we did for him"

"Yeah... guess you're right" I mumbled, hating the idea of spending the night there again. I just wanted no more Julian.

A gentle nudge on my shoulder got me opening my eyes for the first time the following day. Luke's green eyes stared at my face plastered against the couch's leather cushion.

"We should get going," he whispered "already left him a note"

It felt like I was re-living the previous day all over again.

"I hope the door isn't locked this time" y mumbled against the mushy surface.

It kind of ached every time a memory of the moments Julian and I shared was triggered. A day ago everything felt in place and too good to be real. He made my heart feel funny, and he awakened in me this savage urge to press my lips on his every five seconds... But that, of course, was me being completely blind to what I had in front. The non-verbal complicity we shared, the beautiful words he said, his intense eyes staring deeply into mines... they were all just facades. They meant absolutely nothing to him. I was just another meaningless groupie he wanted to fuck. And oh my god, he almost did. We almost fucked...