Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

XVII - "I want you."

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Places, places.

Go to your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

Everyone thinks that we're perfect,

Please don't let them look through the curtains.

What happened that day had to be forgotten forever. I convinced myself and everyone else that I didn't know any Harry Styles and we had nothing to do with each other. He was just a blank page in my bad memories.

Eight exact months passed, and now I was a complete new person. I 'got a life', as curly ass Styles would say. I never saw him again, expect for the news, which I firmly ignored. Did I mention that I dyed my hair? Oh yes, I may have changed, but I'm still a chameleon. This time I decided to go normal, at least. Ombré was my new obsession. And finally, nobody ever gave strange glares at my hair. It had grown quite a lot, and I had no intention cutting it. I started college; to be exact I was about to start, because it was still July.

Remember the room Kris gave me in her house? Well, we're practically a family now. Me, Kris, Ann and Mickey. All of them have a really horrible past, but being together makes us forget it all. I have a stable job at this bar of theirs. I wonder what life would have been like if I didn't go to that bar after escaping Harry's. Luck was in my way, if I may say. We weren't rich, but money was enough for everything. Turns out Kris wasn't just a simple bartender with family problems. Millena (her last name, as strange as it looks) was a investor in the black market. To be honest, she is a drug dealer. Looks like the nice tattoo girl isn't that innocent. Nobody knows her real identity, because she isn't really a big one in the smoke world. And Mickey Milkovich, of course, is a pimp. Never got caught once. I guess clandestine and shit. And Antonina, a full time stripper.  I must say that it took a lot of time for me to accept all of these, but after a month or two, I was getting used to it. After all, they were all caring and huge fun too. I decided to keep it clean and just work at the bar along with Kris, and Mickey, which instead of working just showed up to get a few free drinks. After all that bar was his property.

I finally, and must say again, FINALLY bought a new phone. A pink Blu Vivo 4.8, which was cheap but convenient, it was a really great smartphone from that much I understood of technology.  Life seemed peaceful and normal.  I caught up with Marc; we used to hang out every weekend, or he would just stop by the bar. Turns out he sold his own one and now was working at a car shop. Really good pay he said.

My mother never let go of her habit, she became a real fucked up whore. Can you even imagine she tried working at Mickey's?  He immediately turned her down, not only because she was my mom, but she was even too old. He never said anything to me about it, though.

She tried making up several excuses to me, but I was and am tired of the drama. We have a come-and-go relationship right now that I don't mind fixing. It was okay like that.

And my love life? That's a minus. I had some random ups and downs but never a real boyfriend. Just stupid blind dates Kris would set up for me, but no luck in that. I instead kept focusing on collecting money for college and getting a nice life.

I also made a few friends, but they could never replace the trust I had in my fabulous trio at home. Lately I found out Kris was a feminist, which means she wasn't really into relationships; it was all tears and drama to her, "Boys are what they eat, if you know what I mean." she said once.  And Ann, she kept cursing with her Russian words as usual. Mickey was in another world. I still didn't find out who Carrot Head was. Probably some fancy chick? He'd never talk about it. But he was sure bounded as hell to Carrot Head. Strange for his gangsta attitude.