Disaster • Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction

[nine]

Rose and I were almost in tears, laughing uncontrollably at my fall.

"I... can't... believe...," she said into between breathless laughs. "That you fell.... in front of... that guy."

"That Guy" she was referring to had vanished since my plunge. He had been trying to dance with me (the only attractive guy I could ever recall doing so), and when I tried to return the favor, my heel slid out from under me and down I went.

I guess that's what I got for borrowing a pair of Rose's shoes.

Still laughing, we kept dancing around, probably looking like complete and utter morons. But it didn't matter-- I was having so much fun.

I could feel the music thumping in my chest and I spun to the beat of it. Rose grabbed my hands and joined me, smiling brighter than I'd ever seen.

"Hey losers, what'd I miss?" Alicia appeared at our side, drink in hand.

Rose and I looked at each other for a split second and busted out laughing.

"Oh, nothing important," Rose said. "Just Indi falling in front of the hottest guy to ever have walked the face of the earth."

Alicia sipped her drink and began moving her hips to the music.

"If you say he was the hottest guy ever, then I think I saw him back there," she said. "Dark hair, sunglasses? 50's vibe?"

I stopped for a moment. It almost sounded like-

But it couldn't be. Not here in Denver. Not at this club.

"Wrong guy," Rose said. "He was blonde."

"Yeah," I jumped in. "I think he's dancing with some other girl over there now."

Alicia shrugged, tipped the rest of the drink down her throat, and the three of began dancing again.

But it only lasted for a few moments before a group of guys materialized from the crowd and began to divide and conquer the three of us.

They weren't good looking like the blonde had been, either. These guys were too old, too muscular. But Rose and Alicia didn't seem to mind going along with it. Both of them smiled up at their new dance partner.

But mine made me feel uneasy. He had to be at least 45, with greasy hair and a gotee. I couldn't see him very well in the low light, but I could definitely feel his leering eyes staring down at me.

"Excuse me," I said to him. "I'm going to the bar. I don't feel like dancing."

He didn't seem to hear me.

"Move," I ordered.

He definitely heard me that time. He was just choosing to ignore me.

His hands found their way to my waist and I grew hot with anger. If this douche wanted to play dirty, fine. He could have it his way.

"Get the fuck off me." I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away. Surprised (and probably a little tipsy), he stumbled back. I took my chance and moved past him.

"Hey," he said from behind me. "We were having fun. Come back."

I shoved my way through the crowd. I couldn't find Alicia or Rose anywhere in the mass of sweaty bodies.

But I kept going. I needed to get away from that creep.

I kept moving until I made it to the small, littered hallway that held the bathrooms. I was going to hide out in the ladies room, but then I noticed the emergency escape at the end of the hall. Fresh air sounded really good at the moment.

I hurried to the end of the hall and pushed open the door. A rush of summer air hit me and I immediately felt more at ease.

I let the door shut behind me and made my way out into the alley. The main street to my left was full of noise and people, so I swung left, deciding I'd walk to the end of the alley and come back.

That should give the creep enough time to find some other girl to harass.

But I only made it a few steps before I heard the door open behind me.

I froze.

Shit.

I was afraid to turn around. It had to be the creep. He'd followed me out. And now we were alone... in an alley. Fuck, how stupid could I be?

I readied myself to take off running, but the voice of the creep stopped me before I could.

Except.... it wasn't the creep.

The voice didn't belong to him. This voice was deep. I may of even thought it was velvety if it weren't for his strange and thick English accent.

It couldn't be.

There was only one person in the world that voice could of belonged to. And even though it'd been five months since the first and last time I'd heard it, I knew right then and there that Alex Turner was standing behind me.

"The city isn't a safe place at night," he said to me. "A girl as disastrous as you could get herself into some trouble."

I felt so many emotions at once. But mostly I felt relieved that it wasn't the creep. And confused as to how the fuck I'd managed to run into Alex Turner in Denver on a Saturday night.

I turned around.

There he stood, looking dangerous as ever in the dim light of the alley. His dark hair was slicked back, and he wore a suit that looked like it was straight out of the 70's.

And despite his eyes being hidden behind dark sunglasses, I could still see the way he was looking at me.

"What...what are you doing here?" I managed to choke out.

He pulled a cigarette out of his breast pocket and lit it. "You first."

"Vacation," I said quickly. "Now tell me why you're here."

"Here in Denver, or here in the alley?" He asked.

"Uh. Both?"

"I'm here in Denver for a few days to film a music video," he said, taking a drag and stepping toward me.

"And you're in the alley because....?"

He blew a straight line of smoke out of his mouth, his lips turning up into a vampish smile.

"Because I've done a lot of thinking about that last question you asked me in the interview," he said. "And I finally have an answer."