that joke isn't funny anymore

oh phoney

morrissey's pov
she smiled, perking up at the mention of me being in the studio.
"what are you in the studio for then?" she asked

"we're just going over the first album, making sure everything's running smoothly and all that. probably recording some vocals and guitars too, but i'm not sure. boring stuff really." i said.

"oh. i was wondering, could i come with you? i mean i don't know what i could do in manchester, and i'd get bored staying here." she said, with a pleading voice.

"i was going to ask you anyways." i said with a laugh.

she smiled at me and got up and got some clothes out of her bag and quickly put them on. she turned to face me with a huge grin, pointing at her tshirt.
i looked at it and my eyes lit up, she was wearing a new york dolls tshirt.

"oh you like the new york dolls?" i asked, smirking.

she nodded, "i heard personality crisis at a club thing i was at, and found out it was the new york dolls, so i bought their album."

i smiled and got up, putting on some blue jeans and a floral button up shirt. she turned and looked at me and smiled
"ya look like a girl." she laughed.
"i know." i said, looking down.
"oh no, i didn't actually mean it, you look nice." she apologised.
i laughed slightly and sighed.

five hours later

evelyn's pov
after going to the studio, we all went to the pub. i only drank one pint, while on the other hand, steven drank about five. i sighed angrily at him, he hardly drinks, so why now? the other three were slightly worried too and in my angered state, i trotted off to the toilet to reapply my makeup, etc

i was in the toilet for about five to ten minutes and when i walked out and back to our table, steven was gone.
"where's steven?" i asked the other three.
they pointed behind me and averted my attention towards steven kissing someone else...and that someone else was a man.
my eyes widened and i picked up my handbag and all of my other things and stormed over to steven. i pushed the man away and glared at him and faced steven.
"what the fuck steven? i'm supposed to be your fucking girlfriend!" i cried out, feeling the tears stream down my cheeks.
"oh evelyn, you know i didn't mean it." he said, attempting to assure me.
"fuck you." i said, crying. i punched him hard in the face and angrily walked out of the pub.

morrissey's pov
blood streamed out of my nose, droplets of my blood landing on the floor and on my shirt. i turned and saw johnny run out after evelyn while andy and mike stared at me and walked over to me.
"jesus christ moz, why'd you kiss that bloke for?" mike asked.
"i didn't mean it!" i yelled, getting hotter and hotter.
"leave him alone mike. morrissey, i think you and evelyn need some space for just a week or so. johnny's gone out there to comfort her, so i suggest not fucking that up." andy said to me.
i sighed and nodded, he was right.
"i'm going home." i said, staggering out of the pub.

evelyn's pov.
i sat down on a nearby bench and i rummaged around in my pockets, eventually finding my cigarettes, lighter and cassette player. i lit a cigarette and pressed play on the cassette player. pipes of peace by paul mccartney started to play and i sighed. i turned back to face the pub and noticed johnny running over to me. he sat next to me and began to speak.
"i'm sorry for what morrissey did back there."
"it's alright, it's not your fault. it's his."
"what are you going to do now?" he asked.
"i'm gonna go home, that's what."
"oh. i was hoping you'd stay here." he said.
"why the fuck would i stay here? there's nothing to do here!" i stated angrily.
"i thought you'd stay here cause of the smiths. fuck moz, the rest of us really like and respect you." he said.
i smiled. "really?"
he nodded and leant into me, pulling me into a kiss. i kissed back. fuck.

eventually we parted from each other's lips and i turned back to look at the pub. to my surprise, morrissey was standing there, watching us in complete shock.
oh shit.