Finally Living

Chapter 3

Chapter #3

 A/N

HEYO!!

So sometime ago it was mothersday… and I hadn’t gotten my mum a present till the day before…. WOOPS! *avoid eye contact awkwardly* Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did. I kinda don’t know where Sam and Jibs should go first. I’m debating between America or Thailand….. tell me what you think? so yeh…. ENJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAV A LOVELY DAY!!! To those few readers who are actually bothered reading this stuff ;P

AT A BAR IN THAT LOUD CLUB, MELBOURNE AUSTRALIA

“So,” I say, taking a swig of my ciggy. “Where you from?” I ask, the curiosity of his accent driving me to ask this question.

“France, Paris actually. Clique I know. But it really is called the City Of Love for a reason. I grew up with it.” I nod, so he was also a sentimental guy?

“And what are you doing here in Australia?” I ask. 

“I, Ummm. Well.” He hesitates, scratching the back of his neck.  I raise my eyebrow higher. Crossing my arms.

“Well?” I ask. Spinning back to face the bar. Where the two Vodka’s are waiting for me.

“I’m in a band see, and we are on a tour, and right now we are touring Australia. We heard Australia is amazing. So I decided to take a look first hand.” He says.

I grin at his response. I have heard the same rumours, only. They go more like The girls in Australia are amazing. Not Australia in general. I shake my head, but the grin still kissing my lips.

“Yeah, sure Australia is awesome. But I’m more of a person to travel.” I say absent-mindedly. Picking up one of the shot glasses and taking a swig. Downing the drink in a matter of seconds. The feeling of the alcohol taking over my body.

“Really?” he raises his eyebrow in amusement. I shrug; downing the other glass of vodka and giving the bar tender some money. He thanks me as I slip off the bar stool. I hear Alex behind me. I tread carefully across the dance floor with my ciggy in hand. I scour the wall until I find a small door leading to the back of the club. Shoving the door open only to be smacked in the face with alleyway air. Is it just me or do all alleyways smell like cat urine and mouldy bananas? I drop my now half burnt ciggy and squashed it to the ground.

“So what kind of band are you?” I ask, trying to get the ball rolling.

“Alternative, a little pop. But I play the guitar more. I sing a little as well.” I nod my head in approval at his answer.

“What about your little lover back there?” He asks, I spin towards him curiously. I snort.

“Which one?” I ask teasingly.

“Both.” I stumble back in shock, but then it hits me. He meant Mikey and Ben.

“Ohhh…” Is all I can say before I burst out laughing. It takes me a while before I am wheezing for breath. I stand up straight, whipping a tear from my eye.