Hint of disappointment - Luke Hemmings

3.

'I tried to be nice, Ashton, I promise,' I lied to one of my best mates. Luckily for me, we were having this conversation over the phone, or he would have seen that I was lying. 'She is just impossible to get along with. She líéd and said she spoke Hindi so she would get the cool job, I bet she can't even say hi at an Indian grocery store.'

'I thought they speak English in India,' Calum chimed in. I hated it when they were hanging out and judging me by every word, but my friends were like girls. Always together, even in the middle of an important conversation.

'And that is why I am the only one of us that graduated, Calum,' I snap at him and stare at my reflection. I was hiding out in the man's bathroom because a.) it was forbidden to make personal phone calls in the office and b.) nobody ever came here because going to the toilet was the same as taking a nap to these people, a luxury you could not afford unless you had a doctor's prescription.

'I am still in my second year,' Calum replied. He sounded a bit offended, but that was because he always was a bit sensitive when it came to the topic of school. I wasn't going to apologize though, I was in the middle of a crisis right here!

'Yeah buddy, I am sure you will finish soon enough.'

I sighed deeply, if there was one thing I could not use was Ashton's friendly character. If the guy would get shot he would probably apologize for the stains his blood would leave on the floor.

'If you are just here to be cranky at us, I suggest you just do that at the poor girl,' Michael's voice became clear above the muttering of Cal and Ash. Michael was a lot like me, and with that I meant that he was just as much as an asshole. Our only difference was that my asshole behaviour was completely justified since I was working my way to the top and Michael's... well. He was more going in a downwards spiral. Only yesterday, he had been fired at his job at the supermarket, where the only thing he needed to do was pack people's bags. He still was cool though, meant he had more time to spend on the band.

That was also sort of our problem. Michael didn't go to university, and he had on and off part-time jobs, so he could invest a lot of time in the band. Ashton was the same, with the only difference that he had a degree in something technical. He worked as a mechanic in a car workshop, which he hated even though he would never complain about it, but he too spend a lot of time on the drums in my garage (yes, that is our practice space, he doesn't just randomly play drums in my garage, thanks for your concern).

Calum still went to university, but he was following courses to become a music teacher. He only had a summer job as a babysitter, and his coursework did not take up a lot of his time, so he could chill with the others whenever he wanted to.

Strangely enough, my parents were perfectly fine with having three punks in their garage, playing loud music, even though there son was almost never there. We practiced on Sundays (the office was closed then! Praise the Lord! Hallelujah!) and in evenings- mostly songs I wrote in the dead of night.

I got inspired by the people surrounding me, for example, there was a period where I was deeply in love with Melanie Hillsight, so I wrote a lot of love songs. Then she cheated on me and there were a lot of sad songs.

Recently there were a lot of angry songs about slowly drowning a certain girl.

Go figure.