Blue Jeans || h.s.

Chapter Eight: Part II.

"Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new, never thought it through. Crawling back to you." - Do I wanna know? by Arctic Monkeys (I am aware of how much I use this song, haha)

"And if I may just take your breath away, I don't mind if there's not much to say. Sometimes the silence guides the mind to move to a place so far away." - Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

(Also aware of how much I use this song, too.)

"We're self-imploding

under the weight of your advice

I wear a suitcase

under each one of my eyes

[...] back to that bar in Tokyo, wherr the demons from my past leave me in peace.

I'll be animating every night, the grass will be greener on the other side, and the Vampires and te Wolves won't sink their teeth.

I'm sick of dancing with the Beast.

No matter how much it needs me, go and follow someone else's lead." -Tokyo (Vampires and Wolves) by The Wombats

"[...] and the more I give, the less I get,

needing fairground rides just to spark her smile,

[...]

Stop talking, stop talking

I need a lover, not a friend tonight,

I'm leaving, I'm leaving

I'm not cut out for the modern life..." - 1996 by The Wombats

"[...] 'cos I've got problems with my sleep, and we're not the same, and I wear that on my sleeve

so I'm moving to New York 'cos I've got problems with my sleep. Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me.

I put 1 foot forward, and ended up 30 yards backs,

and am I losing my touch, or am I just completely off the track?

and I don't know why I want to voice this out loud, it's therapeutic somehow..."

- Moving to New York by The Wombats

"Your lipstick stain is a work of art [...]" - She looks so Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer

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Continuation...

Realizing that the next bus wouldn't be here for atleast 10 minutes, and I really had no time to spare, I quickly hailed a cab. Getting in I shouted,"The 1919, please. And step on it." The cab driver nodded obediently, swiftly getting back on the streets and proceeding to take me to my destination.

"Hot date, aye?" The cab driver said, his accent heavy.

"Something like that." I mumbled, skimming over the driver's face as he, once again, nodded. His eyes permanently on the road. He had a scruffy beard and he looked like a natural red headed. Maybe he was Scottish. That would explain the accent.

"Well, here ya' are, Miss. That'll be 5£."The driver said after about 5 minutes. I sighed, handing the driver the money.

"Thank you," I slammed the taxi door shut, scrambling up the steps of the grand hotel, where the restaurant was ubicated inside. I repeated the same words to the lobby boy when he kindly opened the door for me, the beautiful and elegant lobby meeting my eyes. There were two grand wooden stairs leading to another floor, the Front Desk was to my left. The whole hotel was painted a warm coral color, reminding me of my mother's lipstick.