Catb Imagines

Bathroom feelings | Bondy

Prompt - "Perhaps Bondy and the reader used to be friends (almost more) but drifted apart when Bondy joined Catfish. Angsty and sad/crying Bondy at reunion years later."
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It all started in 2014. Bondy became more extroverted, he put more effort into making more friends, and became more focused on his music. You, Joe and Emily knew he was drifting away when he kept blowing you off to go to practise his music. At first it was just every other week, then it became every Friday, and soon enough Bondy just stopped replying to your messages. You knew for sure that he had gone when he stopped showing up at the record shop you worked at, which had been the way the two of you met and had become the most consistent contact the two of you had. It was harshand Bondy dropping out of your life without an actual reason hurt like hell. You thought it was because of you, maybe you were too clingy, too needy. After what happened with Bondy, you, Joe and Emily made a pact to never abandon each other for a better opportunity like what Bondy did. Sure you all had other friends and went down different paths, but you always ended up back together.

Tonight, you had decided to go to a party, held by someone called Lou. Joe and Emily were both caught up with work, so you chose to go alone and meet up with some of your other friends there. You parked your little Ford KA just up the road from the crowded driveway of a large suburban house. The party was being held outside of the city, in some random town you couldn't quite remember the name of. You let out a long breath, weary of what you were going to experience when you stepped into the house; this definitely not your first house party, but it was strange not to have Joe or Emily beside you. You reached behind you to pull out two six packs of beer from the back seat and stepped out of the car, one pack in each hand. As you approached the large grey house, you gnawed on your bottom lip before being stopped by an outstretched arm.
"Booze control, I need to check your hands." A guy said, you didn't recognise him but you lifted both hands to show him the packs of beer. "Aight, go put it on the counter." he said nonchalantly, pointing towards what you assumed was the kitchen.

The music was deafeningly loud, it made your heart jump along to the bass that was vibrating through the house. You wormed your way through the crowded hallway and placed the two six-packs on the marble counter. Grabbing yourself a cup, you poured a can of beer into it and the amber liquid sloshed around as you moved towards the living room. Music came from all around you, and people you didn't recognise were huddled together. You spotted Bondy playing ring of fire with Larry and Van, people associated with his band. You stared at Bondy, who locked eyes with you causing his smile to falter a bit. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the man in front of you. As you turned and left the room quickly, seeing Bondy with Van and the rest of the band brought back a wave of memories that you kept at the back of your brain.

"Hey Bondy!" you greeted your friend excitedly as he stepped through the door of the record store. You hoped that he didn't detect your excitement.
"Hey Y/N," Bondy said, his voice wasn't as enthusiastic as yours, but you ignored it. His hands flicked through the new records that had been put on the shelves since the last time he visited. "Whats up?" He mumbled.

"I was thinking," you started, toying with the strings of your hoodie, "There's this band called Catfish and the Bottlemen playing at the corn exchange later and they've just got a new guitarist that's meant to be really good. I was thinking maybe you'd like to come with me and see if they're worth the hype?"
Bondy's hands paused over records as he hesitated for a bit before speaking, his eyes never leaving the shelves. "When would that be?" He asked a bit harshly for your liking.
"Uhm - Friday night" you said quietly, stuffing your hands in your pockets. Bondy turned and looked at you behind the counter, his hand went to that back of his neck and he rubbed it nervously.
"Listen Y/N, I'm like super busy this weekend." he confessed, his eyes still avoiding hers. Your heart sank at his words, but you swallowed the sadness and nodded. You put on a fake smile.
"That's fine," your voice sounding weaker than you thought it would, triggering your cheeks to turn pink in embarrassment.