Wake Up Call || 5SOS a.u.

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~the night~

(Charlotte)

"Michael, you've had too many beers. Let's go."

"No. Luke, I'm fine. And I still haven't forgotten about my asshole 10 years best friend, so I will stay. But you can go, if you want to."

"I will not leave you here alone."

"I'm not alone, there's a girl near the bar, plus the bartender too."

"Fine Michael, just make sure you get home safe."

"I will, mom."

I managed to hear this conversation from the tables behind me as I sipped my forth beer.

The blond haired guy, who's name I will assume was Luke, had just left the bar when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Michael and I'm not supposed to be alone on a bar, when I am eighteen years old."

"Hi, I'm Charlotte and my parents don't give a damn where I go and if I'm alone or not."

We clinked our beers as a sympathetic greeting and then Michael started:

"What brings a pretty lady to a bar on a Tuesday?"

"It was just a rough day, of a terrible month, of an awful year. But I don't want to bother you with my problems. How about you?"

"Well, my life's pretty messed up too."

~the day before~

(Michael)

I got home from my shift at the local music store earlier than I use to. My boss's co-worker was in town so they said that they didn't need my help this afternoon.

I opened the door to the apartment I shared with my sister and my girlfriend, when I heard a familiar moan coming from my bedroom.

"What the fuck is going on?"

I yelled, when I saw my so-called best friend naked on top of my girlfriend.

"Mate, this isn't what it looks like."

"Don't call me mate. And I am pretty sure it is. Now get out of my house before I force you out."

The only thing he had done was pick up his pants and put them on. So he was almost asking me to help him out.

I pushed him out of the room and punched him until he finally left the apartment.

I returned to the room, where I found my soon-to-be-ex girlfriend.

"I though you were better than this." I started. "Now, if you don't mind, please leave too, and take your stuff. I don't want to face you again after what happened."

"You don't even know what happened." She yelled collecting her things.

"I thing I have a pretty clear idea. Correct me if I am wrong, but I thing two of the most important people in my life were screwing each other in my fucking bed." I paused, giving her the chance to explain but she didn't even opened her mouth, all she did was opening the front door and say "Goodbye, Michael." in a barely hearable sound.

I left a note to my sister, Anne, who, fortunately, was still in school, telling her that I was going out and for her to heat some left overs if I came home late, I also explained that my ex girlfriend wasn't coming home again. Anne never liked her, I guess she was right about that.

I stormed off to Luke's apartment, which was the first place I thought I would go to. I just couldn't bare the feeling of betrayal on my house.

I knocked, harder than I would like, and Luke quickly opened the door, with a confused look.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Shut up, asshole, and get me a beer."

"Well I don't know what happened, but you're in bad luck because I finished them yesterday. But we can go to the bar on the corner of the street."

"Fine, as long as there's alcohol there, I'm in."

~the day after~

(Charlotte)

"Morning!"

I quickly mumbled, whilst passing my room mate, and best friend, Noémi.

She tried to reply but in the morning she gets into a zombie state where no one understands her.

I was grabbing the cereals out of the too shelf when I heard a gasp followed by a chuckle.

"Chuck, what's on your back?"

She always called me Chuck and I've grown accustomed to it.

"What?"

I had no idea what she was talking about when she pulled me to the bathroom.

I looked myself in the mirror and couldn't believe what I saw.

I had gotten a tattoo last night.

"And back."

Noémi carefully read the calligraphy spread across my back.

"Great! I got a meaningless tattoo." The sarcasm was noticeable as I got more and more frustrated. "Please promise me you will never let me drink like last night, Noémi."

"Promised. Now we better get going before we get called out of practice again."

"Shit, I forgot about that. Please don't tell Mrs. Irwin I got the tattoo."

Anne Marie Irwin was our ballet teacher and one of the first things she said when we signed out for her classes was "No tattoos, no piercings and if that hair isn't dyed a natural color you can't step foot on this studio." She seems very strict but she is very nice for us and she's a great teacher.

Noémi nodded as she grabbed her clothes and went to her room.

I quickly got dressed, grabbed something to eat and met her downstairs.

We walked all the way to the dance studio, talking about what had happened last night.

But the truth is, I don't even know.

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