that joke isn't funny anymore

let's stay together

a few months later.
evelyn's pov
me and johnny were out with amy and mike for whatever the reason. we walked past this little coffee shop place and mike stopped.
"amy, do you remember? this was where i took you on our first date." mike said to her. she smiled.
"yeah, i remember. oh that day was so nice." she said, reminiscing.
"uh, there's something i need to ask you." mike said to her.
"well what is it?" she asked.
he got down on one knee and pulled out a little box and opened it, revealing a ring.
"amy, will you marry me?" mike asked her.
"yes! yes! of course i will!" she cried, smiling like crazy and taking the ring out of the box and slipping it on her finger. she was starting to cry tears of joy, as mike hugged her.

i noticed johnny looking at me in confusion.
"well, we better leave you two. congratulations, by the way." johnny said to them.
they smiled at us both and johnny practically dragged me away.

he opened the door to the flat and i walked in and sat on the bed, taking my jacket off.
"johnny. why are you so angry all of a sudden?" i asked.
"why did you just react nonchalantly when i proposed to you? is this just some ordinary thing to you? amy was fucking crying tears of joy! you just said 'yes' and hugged and kissed me!" he shouted angrily at me.
"i was fucking shocked! okay? so calm down!" i said to him.
he sighed and held his head in his hands and sat down on the end of the bed.

i shuffled over to him and held him.
"get off me." he said to me.
"why?" i asked.
"just fucking get off me." he repeated.
"nah." i said.
he pushed me off him and i fell on the floor.
"fuckin' hell that hurt. johnny, you can't be pissed over this." i said to him.
"well i am." he said angrily to me.

"i'm going out." i said to him.
"to see who?" he asked me.
"why do you just assume that i'm going to see someone? i'm going out to get us food. when i get back, you better not be in this pissy mood." i said to him, walking out of the flat and closing the door.

i wasn't doing that though, i was going off to see amy. i walked down the road and got onto a bus. her flat was on the other side of town after all.

i walked up to her flat and knocked on the door. i doubted she'd be in, she'd probably be out with mike or something.
she opened the door.
"oh hey evie. what is it?" she asked me.
"it's a lot of things. let me in, yeah?" i said to her.
"..okay?" she said, moving aside so i could get in. i walked in and sat on the sofa.
"you got any alcohol?" i asked her.
she nodded.
"well, what alcohol?" i said.
"uh, wine..gin and beer."
"i'll have some wine." i replied, lighting up a cigarette.
she sighed and poured me and herself a glass and sat down opposite me.
"you know you really shouldn't smoke when you're pregnant. or drink." she said to me.
"oh fuck." i said, putting out my cigarette and pushing the wine away from me.

"anyways, you've ruined everything." i said bluntly.
"how?!" she said in shock.
"well, we'll start by you telling andy and mike that moz is the father of this fucking kid," i said, pointing at my huge stomach.
"and for fucking getting engaged! i just had johnny yell at me because i reacted 'differently' to how you did when you got proposed to!" i yelled at her.

"well it's not my fault that i'm happy! you're not happy are you?" she asked me.
"i'm am happy! why the fuck wouldn't i be?" i questioned.
"the marriage! i know you evie." she said to me.
"oh shut up. i'm perfectly happy with my marriage." i said to her.
"you're not though!" she said.
"i'm fucking leaving." i said to her.
"don't run from the truth evelyn." she said, as i walked out, slamming the door.

i got the bus back and opened the flat door. johnny was sitting, watching top of the pops, smoking and drinking whiskey.
"i'm back." i said.
"i noticed." he said angrily.
"you still pissed at me? come on johnny, i said i was sorry. can't you believe me?" i asked him.
"i can't. look, tomorrow i've gotta go to the studio. i want you to come with me."
"why?" i asked.
"because i do. don't fucking ask, alright?"
"who really wants me to come?" i asked him.
he sighed and looked down.
"morrissey wants you to come." he said.
"if he wants me to come, then i'm not going." i said.
johnny stayed silent.

the song on top of the pops played softly. it was the belle stars, i think.
"why do we go on with this useless love affair, when it seems to me that you don't really care?" they sung.
johnny turned to me and smiled softly.
"come to the stupid studio tomorrow. i want you there." he said with a smile.
"..alright. i'll come. aren't you playing a gig tomorrow?" i asked him.
he nodded.
"haçienda. tony wilson said we should play."
i nodded. "maybe i'll come down and watch you play."
he stayed silent again.
"johnny?" i said.
"what?"
"i'll come down and watch you tomorrow then?" i reminded him.
"sure, whatever." he replied flippantly.