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

Early Morning Donuts

We drove to my apartment where I grabbed a few things like my wallet and my book. Then we went to the pub. It was quiet for a Saturday night oddly enough, we took a seat at the front bar and I ordered us some drinks.

"I am just so excited for you!" I said again.

"Oh enough about me, come on let's talk about you! I haven't seen you in a year!"

"Has it really been that long?" I asked. "It doesn't feel like it."

"No it really doesn't. We should get the band back together!" her eyes lit up when she said that.

I started laughing, it was obviously the alcohol talking.

"No no no, see we could preform for Bastille again!" she spoke up again.

"Well we could do that I guess," I started, but she cut me off.

"Do you still have Woody's number?"

"Yeah actually, but he's in America."

"Whoa how do you know that?"

"He's my boyfriend I guess."

Her eyes lit up, "No way! Why didn't you tell me this?"

She was drunk, I know that I'd told her this before, but I didn't argue.

"Wow America is far away." she said frowning.

I nodded as I pulled my book from my bag, "It's ok though, because I have this."

"Is that from Woody?" she asked, taking a sip from the glass in front of her.

"Yeah he made it for me before he left." I handed the book to her and she began to leaf through the pages.

"This is adorable!" she squealed. "Did you read the one for today?"

"Not yet." I admitted. She handed the book open to the page that I was supposed to read today. I skimmed over the page and read something about our first date.

"Hmm, you do realize that you wouldn't have gone on that date without me don't you?" she asked me. "I guess that means that you owe me."

***

The morning after the gig I got a phone call. Reluctantly I answered, "Hello?" I sounded groggy and tired.

"Hey Alice it's Melissa."

"Melissa it's 5 a.m. on a Saturday, what do you want?"

"We need to get the band together to talk."

"Wait why?"

"Well actually I just need to see you."

"Ok, but can you tell me why?"

"No, I'll be over soon."

"Wait, no no I still need to take a shower and get dressed!"

Too late she had already hung up. I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. After one of the fastest showers I had ever taken and a piece of toast, I finally felt presentable. The doorbell rang and I got up to answer it.

"It's not even bloody 7:00 yet! You usually sleep in til noon what the crap?"

"I woke up at 3 and couldn't go back to sleep you're just lucky I had the decency to wait until 5." she said grinning.

I shook my head, "There is something wrong with you. So care to tell me why you needed to wake me up so early?"

"Ok last night Woody gave you a piece of paper right? What was on it?"

"His number. . " I stated blankly.

"Alright, are you going to call him?"

"Seriously? This is what was so important?"

"Are you going to call him?" she repeated.

"I don't know, but why do you care?" I asked.

"Oh Alice he really liked you! Plus when was the last time you even went out?"

I hesitated, "Uh. . well I uh,"

Melissa made a good point it had been a while since I had gone out on a date.

"See! Please call him," she begged.

"Fine, fine, but it's not even 6 yet. I can't believe you." I said laughing.

"Do you want a glass of milk or something?" I asked. She nodded, "I haven't even had breakfast yet."

"Well that makes two of us then, let's head out to breakfast."

It was still dark out when we left my appartment. I pulled my jacket in closer to my chest in attempt to keep warm as a chilly gust of wind rushed by. It was a quiet walk out to the parking lot, mostly because the wind was too loud and we didn't want to shout. After a bit of driving we settled with a donut shop.

We sat across from each other and ate quietly.

"Do you have his number with you?" she asked.

I dug around in my pocket for a bit and fished out the tiny folded paper.

"It smells good." she said sniffing it.

"Why in the world are you smelling it?" I asked. She shrugged and shook her head, "Do you think he's up yet?"

I glanced at my watch, it was almost 7.

"Maybe. . ."