Indie Rokkers

1 ≈ Alleyways

Megan's P.O.V.

The street was cold and dark, and almost empty. It lead to a deep dangerous sounding alleyway, that was always crowded with stray cats with mangled fur, bloodshot eyes and rough ears. And at the sound of any human contact they would scatter away quickly, leaving scrapes from their shark, long claws on the stained deep brown fences. The alleyway was long and dark, and it lead to a street. A happy street, with joyful neighbours with their dogs. Dogs that would sometimes be walked down the alleyway and scare the life out of the poor cats.

I tapped the cup containing my warm, luscious hot chocolate nervously before I entered the alleyway, not paying attention to the sounds coming from my best friend, Clara. She was, as usual, humming along to her music being blasted at full volume and not having a care in the world. Lost deep in thoughts, in her music thoughts. In her future.

"Clars." I tapped her shoulder nervously, suddenly grabbing her full attention. She pulled her headphones out and looked at me, confused.

"Mhm? Oh we're here," she gave a little laugh, before looking ahead of her. "the alleyway."

I nodded and inhaled the air quickly, trying -- at the same time -- to hold my breath and to not hold my breath. Despite hating the alleyway more than anything, I had always felt sorry for the cats here. Unloved. Abandoned. Left to die. How some of them were still alive, I didn't know. None of them were plump like a normal household and loved cat would be, majority of them were thin or scrawny. And Clara, the weirdo, actually loved them.

Looking down at the ground below, I took my first steps into the alleyway. Slowly. Trying not to notice their sad, depressed, somewhat angry eyes that followed me and stared into the back of our legs as Clara and I trudged up the alleyway.

As soon as we reached home, Clara's phone pinged. A joyful ping like our street, kind of like the ring of a bicycle bell. I looked confused at Clara as I unlocked the door, forgetting what beasts of animals we had behind the door.

"ANA!" I yelled, frightened to death, as a Border Collie bounced up to me playfully. I pushed her down and watched as Clara walked through the door, briefly caressing Peas, the black cat, and half realizing where she was and half replying to the text. "Friend?" I looked at her, a questioning look on my face.

She just nodded, slightly, before she pressed send on her reply and off it went... To whoever it was going to.

"Camille." She stated a while later, after Ana had made her way outside and both of us were settled into our house.

I looked at her rather confused. It had been twelve whole minutes since she had sent the text, and I had barely remembered our conversation, seen as I had gotten my phone to check twitter.

"Oh?" I just replied bluntly, my head stuck back into my phone.

Clara shook me out of my train of thoughts, trying to get me back into reaction. "MEG, snap out of it, mate! Okay, grasshopper?"

"Sure, grasshopper two. What were you saying anyway?"

"Grasshopper two? Fofa!" she laughed at my comment. "Anyway, Camille is having a girls night-"

"Clara..."

"And she's invited us, so we're going."

Clara had made my decision for me. Now, there was no way I could edge out of it. I just sat back and sighed.

I tapped the edge of the sofa in boredom. The black sofa didn't make any difference to the room anyway, as it was pretty dark already. Stormy blue wallpaper, black sofas, dark carpets, black television.. I swear a room couldn't have gotten darker. Apart from the fact, it had lights installed.

I had so much to do, but instead I just sat here, analyzing the living room I've had for the past seven years.

"C'mon," Clara threw a cushion at my head and laughed when I squealed.

"What was that for?" I asked, throwing it back at her.

"To wake you up, idiot." She chuckled when I groaned, annoyed. "Go get dressed."

I sighed, getting up and dragging myself to the bathroom.

***

Three hours later we had arrived at Camille's massive flat, out of breath and panting due to the long walk and unexpected chase after a cat that somehow got stuck to Clara's bracelet while she petted it... in the alleyway.

I hinted for her to ring the doorbell, which she happily did, and a few seconds later we were greeted by the French model Camille Rowe. I smiled at her lightly and looked over at Clara who was beaming at her friend.

Within seconds, they were hugging like there was no tomorrow, and then Camille invited us into her posh home which takes anyone only a few seconds to decide to study. I had been here before, being friends and all, but it had changed a lot. Camille always changed the decoration, and almost everything else. It never ceased to amaze me. Being a photographer, I regretted not bringing along my camera as this house was something to photograph.

Majority of it was a cream colour, a simple but elegant and beautiful cream that surrounded at least 70% of the house. The kitchen was large, a magnificent marble place filled with more posh and expensive items. Even the microwave looked like it had been bought for millions. The living room was bright, a lot more brighter than my own, and was filled with more expensive furniture; the sofa was made of white leather, carpet was smooth and rich, the television large and flat, hanging from a wall. The whole living room you just wanted to snatch up and keep it as your own, feeling bright, joyful and proud all at once.

Camille sat down, offered us drinks and we started our 'girls night'. I could soon tell this was going to be a long long night.

"So I met this new guy," Camille started, sipping her wine. I looked at her, no shock in my eyes. She could pick up and drop as many guys as she wanted, beautiful like that. Clara looked at her in amazement, ushering her to tell us more. "He's a musician."

As soon as she said 'musician', Clara's eyes lit up. "I'd like to take you two to meet him." Camille finished, smiling at us.

My nod was tiny, a small tired nod, compared to Clara's enthusiastic 'you better tell me more about him' nod.

I looked around tiredly, letting Clara take in all the details before Camille carried on her little chat about her new boyfriend. Why she was keeping him so secret? I just shrugged that off to myself, looked at Clara and then inhaled the perfume intoxicated air; wishing time would pass... faster.

***

We left the house, finally, as soon as the clock turned 12:50PM. Why we had left so late, I do not know. Why we had stayed there for more than three hours, I don't know either. Camille wouldn't let slip on who this new guy was, making Clara more curious as the minutes went by. It was obviously still playing on her mind as we headed back home and that was all she spoke about until we returned to the dark alleyway.

I'm making the alleyway sound like a right horrible, scary, daunting place but to be honest, half the time it was. At night, it really was daunting, scary, frightening. In the morning it was still scary, but less cats roamed around it then but still a few would remain there.

Quickly I turned on the flashlight on my phone, letting it lead us home and out of the alleyway unharmed. I walked back to the house, nearly falling asleep, with Clara following close behind still muttering about Camille's secret boyfriend.

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a/n new story, best story