that joke isn't funny anymore

don't you want me baby?

few days later
evelyn's pov
me and johnny were walking around manchester city centre, hand in hand.
we walked into a nearby cafe.
"hey, isn't that amy?" johnny said, pointing to a girl sitting alone in the corner.
"yes." i said, turning away.
"aren't you two friends?" he asked me.
"not anymore. she's a fucking bitch." i said, turning my attention to the coffee board.

"come on. let's go talk to her." he said to me
"no johnny. please. i don't want to talk to her." i pleaded.
"what? why not?" he asked.
"because. look, nevermind that! can we just get our coffees and go?" i said, raising my voice slightly.

amy looked up and noticed us.
"johnny? evelyn?" she said.
"oh jesus fuck." i replied.
she walked over to us.
"so you two are still dating?" she asked us in surprise.
"yeah. what's it to you?" i questioned.
"oh. i just thought that maybe you'd get back together with morrissey." she said, looking down.
"ugh! as if. johnny is the most amazing person on this earth. in the words of phil oakey, we'll always be together in electric dreams." i said with a laugh.
he pulled me in for a hug and i smiled at him.

"so why aren't you together with andy?" johnny asked her.
"well, you know. ever since he kissed that bird, i've never really forgiven him. we're not meant to be." she said with a sad sigh.
"do you want to be with him?" i asked her.
"not really. it'd be nice, as he's good in the bedroom. that's it really." she said with a laugh.
"who you going after now?" i questioned.
she shrugged. "i don't mind. i just hope i can find someone who loves me properly."

"well it's nice talking to you amy. but we better be off." i said, trying to pull johnny away.
"evelyn!" he said, glaring at me.
"what?!" i questioned.
"stop being a bitch!" he announced.
"how am i a bitch?" i said.
"you just are, okay?" he yelled at me.
"oh you can fuck off!" i screamed at him.
"fine!" he yelled back.

i ran out of the cafe, sobbing, not looking back. i whacked right into someone, falling to the floor.
"shit, fuck, sorry." i apologised, getting up off the floor. i looked at the person i bumped into.
"steven?" i said, in shock.
"evelyn! hello. what are you doing here?" he asked me.
"i was with johnny until we got into this wicked argument. that's beside the point. what are you doing here?" i questioned.
"oh you know. just browsing." he said.
"browsing through what?" i laughed.
"stuff. anyways, do you maybe wanna come back to mine for a bit?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"sure." i said, linking arms with him.

we walked back to his house and i sat on his bed.
"i see you kept some of my stuff that i left here." i said, gesturing to some jewellery and records of mine.
he laughed slightly.
"yeah. i never really got over you." he confessed.
i smiled at him, giving him a slight kiss on the cheek.

his face lit up.
"do you mind if i put a record on?" he asked.
"no, not at all." i said.
he got up from the bed and put on a record. the song don't you want me baby by the human league started to play.
"i was wondering where that album went." i said with a smirk.
he laughed and stood by the record player.
"come here." i said to him.
he walked over and sat next to me on the bed.

i kissed him. passionately too. a piece of my heart still missed him.
"it's not always true that time heals all wounds. there are wounds you don't wanna heal. the memories of something really good, something truly real, that you never found again." i said to him with a slight laugh.
he smiled and kissed me again.
before i knew it, we were full on making out. the making out turned into me crying out his name.
i loved steven patrick morrissey.
but my mind reminded me.
what about johnny marr?