I'm Not Like Him [boyxboy]

Chapter 13

Isaac knows.

He knows that I was fucking River.

I haven't deciphered if it's a bad thing or a good thing. He didn't make any comments about it which is a bonus, I think.

I told him everything after he guessed who it was. He just listened and I'm grateful for that.

I hurt River's feelings and I know that. I've come to terms with the fact that I don't really love Taylor, I just love her being there. It makes my apartment feel more lived in. You wouldn't think I lived there, to be honest. Her ornaments and pictures fill the empty shelves and add colour to the bare walls. I 'needed' her at the time because I couldn't imagine life without her.

I want to love her, I do.

I just can't.

Maybe it's because I want someone else.

But he's not going to take me back. I know he isn't. I keep telling him that I'm not gay but I can't be straight and have, to some extent, feelings for him at the same time.

I'm just a walking contradiction.

*

“You do it.”

“Me? Alex, you do it.”

“Fine, give it here.”

We're arguing about who calls the guy who came up to us at the show a few days ago. The one who wears sunglasses indoors. His name is John Sampson.

“Hello?” I've put the phone on loudspeaker so we can all listen.

“Hello, who's speaking?”

“We're Remember Us Later. I was wondering if we could speak to Mr Sampson.” I say, speaking to what only could be a receptionist or assistant. Well, I hope it's someone like that. I want the guy to be legit.

“Yes, sure. I'll put you through.” She replies. We look at each other, anticipation building up.

“Hey, guys.”

“Afternoon, John.” I speak casually, not wanting to come off as too formal or eager. If this goes well, he could be our manager.

“Haha, afternoon. Which one of you guys am I talking to?” He asks, amusement in his voice.

“Alex Matthews.”

“Singer, right?”

“Yeah.” I nod, glancing at the others.

“Right, so let's get down to business. When I saw you that other night, you were phenomenal. Sure, you were singing covers but I don't even remember a time where I saw a band get the crowd jumping like that! I think you guys have potential, I mean you're good looking, you can play instruments. The only problem is, are you good songwriters?”

“I've written a few songs, John. I just haven't performed them.” I tell him.

“Well, you guys get on stage one more time and sing your own songs and if I like what I see, you're good to go.”

“Wait, what?” I say incredulously.

“Yeah, I'm serious. You guys are going to make a lot of money doing what you love. Hopefully, we'll get you signed if the head guys like what they hear. You have to record a demo, though.” He explains.

“Right, but we have a chance?”

“Of course!” John responds.

“Wow, that's great! We'll organise another gig.” I tell him as he ends the call. I look at the others and a huge grin creeps up onto my face.