We're All Just The Same (Matty Healy)

Home Sweet Home

After driving away from the supermarket we head back to my place, I crack open the bottle of wine I just stole and quickly drink before I have a panic attack over what just happened, Matty looks over and chuckles "Woah slow down there save some for me." I look to the bottle in his lap and point to it, "this is for when we finish that one, we may have just stolen these but we gotta stay classy." I laugh and screw the lid back on the bottle.

We make it back to my flat and we race inside, me of course winning being the one with the keys. Once inside we make ourselves comfortable in my lounge, I grab two wine glasses and my guitar before sitting on the floor leaning against my couch, Matty pours us a glass of the stolen wine, "you think you could've at least stolen a decent wine." Matty says sipping the wine like an expert " oh sorry dear they ran out of your favorite and I was in a wee bit of a rush." I say sarcastically.

I take a large sip of my wine before pulling up my guitar and beginning to play some random cords, Matty watches me which makes me hella anxious I let out a nervous laugh and ask what he wants to hear and to that he says anything. 

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I begin to play California Daze by Peace, I can tell he doesn't know the song but he nods along anyway, I start to sing and he stops nodding and intently watches me I try to avoid looking at him as I sing so I focus on the cords, I decided to stop midway and play it off like I forgot the words, I laugh nervously as Matty claps and holds up his glass " that was fucking beautiful, welcome to The 1975 tour, Miss Harris" he declares as we clink our glasses and chug the rest of whats left, before filling up again.

A few drinks later and onto our 2nd bottle we were a bit tipsy and playing the stupidest tunes we could think of on the guitar and singing along, laughing our arses off at everything and nothing. Matty checks the time and curses "I have to get going and set up for Ryan's party he stands and wobbles before putting his shoes on." I stand too and look in the mirror and laughed I looked a state, "I'm gonna get George to pick me up, want to ride with us?" he asked. "yes, but I seriously need to fix my face, be back in a sec." he nods and calls George.

The ride to the Party consisted of me getting to know George and bitching about Matty who stared out the window in the back oblivious of us laughing about him.  We finally arrived at Ryan's house that was already swarming with drug fucked delinquents and music blaring from deep inside. As we were about to enter the house I get a call, from Amy . "oh shit" I say under my breath completely forgetting that I was supposed to pick up my drugs like 4 hours ago, Matty and George carry on as I answer my phone.

"What the fuck Dylan you were supposed to come round 3."

"Shit I know Amy, I'm sorry I got caught up."

"Well I need the fucken money right now so don't fuck me over and get your shit."

"I'm at Ryan's right now and i've been drinking to much to drive can't I just pick it up tomorrow?"

"Do you have the money with you?"

"Uh yeah"

"Okay i'm gonna come to Ryan's so you can pay me tonight, this is a one time fucken thing."

"Oh my god thank you Amy, text me when you get here."

"Fuck you Dyl."

She then hangs up on me, "Well fuck you too" I say as I put away my phone and walk inside, being greeted by a cloud of smoke and the strong scent of sweat and weed, Home sweet home.

I find Ryan in the kitchen as always and make my presence know "Hey Ryan get off your ass and pour your girl a drink." he laughs and hugs me "Well hello my dear what will it be for you tonight?" he waves his hand over his various drink collection "surprise me" I laugh and he pours a mix of drinks into a glass and hands it to me. "that one's on the house" he salutes' for some reason I laugh and pray this drink doesn't kill me before downing the contents of the cup. "hell yeah, thats my girl." I laugh giving him a nudge and slipping a joint out of his pocket and walking to my corner. The real home sweet home.

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