Disaster • Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction

[sixty five]

Indi's POV

I stared at the notebook on my desk, carefully contemplating my next move.  

To read, or not to read.

It was nearly 7: 45, and the sun had gone down completely.  I'd spent most of the day in the kitchen working on my article while Alex watched a bunch of mobster movies that I didn't even know we owned.  

I'd already gotten ready for tonight, putting on high-waisted jeans a navy crop top.  It was a pretty risqué outfit for me, but I figured why the hell not.  I was already breaking all of my rules, anyways.

I could hear Alex across the hall, singing some Leonard Cohen song in a deep voice as he moved around the bathroom getting ready.  

I took a deep breath and picked the notebook up.  Now was as good a time as ever.

I opened it up to the first page, which was filled with lines and lines of scratchy handwriting.  There were parts that he'd crossed through so furiously that any words beneath the ink were completely unreadable.  The title at the top of the page read "Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High".

Reading the title, I was instantly taken back to over a year ago when he'd called me in the middle of the night, slurring apologies and telling me that he wanted to see me.  

I can't believe that fucker wrote a song about that.  And despite my subtle anger at this, I had to admit it was a little funny.

I flipped to the next page.  This one was titled "Knee Socks".  I skimmed through the words, a little confused at how a song called "Knee Socks" could pertain to me, but then I quickly figured it out when I read a few lines.

When the zeros line up on a 24-hour clock

When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked

When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste 

And your knee socks

I remembered then that I'd been wearing knee socks on that last morning in Colorado with his blue shirt.  But then why did he say "walked around your house"?  Unless he knew that I still had his shirt, and wore it to bed every now again.   But he couldn't possibly know that.

I turned to the next page, but stopped immediately when I read the title scrawled at the top.

Do I Wanna Know?

It took me back to that night in the bathroom when he'd sang for me.  So he'd taken my suggestion on changing the title.  I couldn't help but smile a little at that.  But that smile quickly disappeared when I read through a few of the lyrics.

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

Cuz I always do

Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new 

Now I thought I through

Crawling back to you...

The words hit me hard, and for a few minutes I stood there trying to convince myself that he'd written it about somebody else.