Disaster • Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction

[eighty one]

Indi's POV

(Song suggestion- Sweet Dreams, TN)

I ran my finger along the edge of my glass, sighing deeply. I would have thought the utter sadness would have left by now, but it definitely hadn't.

Jude had taken me around Dallas all day, trying desperately to cheer me up, but it hadn't worked. Coming to this bar was his last ditch effort it seemed.

But the band sucked and the whiskey tasted watered down. There were too many people filtering around and it was getting late.

Jude had run off to take yet another phone call, so I was seated at the bar alone, trying to ignore the drunk chaos going on behind my back.

And trying desperately not to think of him.

"Sorry about that," Jude said, reappearing from the crowd and sitting down on a stool next to me.

"Was it your boss again?"

He took a sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the room. "Um, yeah."

I nodded and slumped down a little bit. Jude raised an eyebrow at me.

"You want to talk about it yet?" he asked.

I shrugged. "There's nothing to talk about. Nothing happened."

"So you just woke up at 3AM and randomly decided that you're just dying to go to Dallas for a work conference with your next door neighbor?"

"Yeah," I said, picking my drink up and shooting the rest of it down. "Pretty much."

"You owe me more than that."

"Fine," I sighed. "I... I talked to his manager. And he told me all this shit Alex has planned in LA and England, and this new album he's going to work on."

Jude waited for me to go on.

"He's going to leave, Jude," I said. "Maybe not because he wants to, but because he has to. And everything will get messy and both of our hearts will get broken. I came to Dallas because it'll be easier for the both of us if we just end it now."

"But you don't want it to end."

I shook my head, my chest heaving.

"And you don't think he wants it to end."

"No," I answered. "But I'm sure it'll be easier for him. He has a perfect life and he could have anyone he wants. He already has girls all over him. Give it a month or two, and he won't even think about me."

"You really believe that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I didn't answer, because I really didn't know. All I knew was that it was going to be harder on me than it would be on him.

Neither of us spoke for a long time, and I stared into my empty glass. The band stopped playing (thank God) and I welcomed the silence. I took deep breaths and told myself that it would get easier. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually.

"Why are you here, Indi?" Jude asked me suddenly, his voice soft. "Why are you really here?"

I swallowed hard.

"I guess... I guess I'm here because I remembered who he was."

Jude looked at me for a long time. "Who is he?"

"He's Alex Turner," I said, a spiteful laugh shooting out. "He's famous and respected. He's a lyrical genius and a killer musician. He's funny and weird and perfect."