Him ; Bastille

Friends? ; 6

After the 10-11 game, of which Atlas lost miserably, people including me and Kitty took to the streets in frustration. I mean we only took to the street so I can take her back to her apartment, because that's what guy friends do...right.

Her apartment building is posh. I forgot she has a fancy lift. It even plays that kind of hotel music. The interior is red and gold and is extremely clean. Mine on the other hand is non-existent. The stairwell is hell. I'm more safe taking the fire exit rather than up the stairs. The smell of human piss and shit and decomposing bodies is nasty.

There's an awkward silence. I mean...Kitty isn't like how I expected she'd be. Kitty is shy, she has a shell she hides behind. We both can relate in that way. The only downer about Kitty's personality is that she apologises way too often. She's nice, but then I get those unpleasant thoughts from my conscious or whatever telling me 'how can a nice person be friends with lowlifes' honestly...I don't know. But what I do know is that Kitty is quiet and reserved, she's also pretty funny. I've heard her crack more jokes tonight than what I expected, plus she does this weird nervous laugh...it's cute. And I hate that word so much, but it's really pure and sweet.

"Thank you..." Kitty whispers as the lift doors open and we walk into the hall. Just like the red velvet wallpaper of the classy lift, the hall matches. This has got to be the fanciest place ever, "huh?" I say whilst cross my arms. Kitty tilts her head to one side and smiles. "For allowing me to scream next to you at the football game..." I nod my head as I shyly look at the white marble floor. It's so clean that I can almost see my own reflection. Not to mention it's aesthetic look when the golden glow of the light seeps through the gaps of the sliver chandeliers.

"For giving me your hoodie too. I mean, not that I need it now." She takes the hoodie off before I can stop her. Is it weird that I wanted her to keep my expensive hoodie? Her dress is now of course dry. "Sorry if it smells like a wet dog ate a bottle of perfume." Once again Kitty crossed her arms and shyly looks at her feet cracking a weird laugh. "Smell better than what it was before." I mean that's the truth. I have to wash my clothes like the good old days. Scrub them in the bath with washing up liquid...they take ages to dry, especially the thicker clothing like my hoodies and jumpers. I normally do it on the weekends so they're ready for Monday morning.

There's then silence as I point to her apartment door. It's dark brown, with the number 119 on it. There's no peep hole — that would give me anxiety galore. I mean when I can afford it even the knock of the pizza guy is fucking nerve wrecking. But I guess Kitty has never lived like how I have...thank god.

"Nice door..." I'm not entirely why I pointed towards the tall door, of which is the only door on this story. I guess it's because it's the pent house maybe? "Uh...thanks..." Kitty scratches the back of her neck looking totally weirded out. "Sorry...I mean nice plants. They go really...nice with the paintings and the wallpaper...the marble floor..." the paintings which hang on the wall in a golden frame are something out of the 1800s, they're random well painted portraits of women and men.

"Yeah..." Kitty smiles as she admires the one closest to her door. "They're my ancestors. She's the only one I can relate to..." Kitty nods her head towards the painting of her ancestor. She looks like her. "What was her name?" I ask feeing slightly curious. Kitty's ancestor in the portrait looks like she is our age, maybe slightly younger. She has Kitty's dark red hair, but not the ginger kind...red-red. She also has blue eyes...but Kitty's are the crystal clear kind.

"Lily Holland. She was the rebel of the family back then. She refused to marry her suitor that her parents picked out. She helped the poor and needy, and made sure that she lived each day like it was her last." I mean I could tell Kitty to her face that I think her ancestor is her...they have everything in common by the sounds of it.

"Anyway...sorry about that useless history lessons. I better...let you go." I shake my head adamantly. It's not that I don't want to go — because I do, I'm tired and I don't feel that good. Bu she's so fucking interesting, she's already gave me numerous of ideas for new songs...not to mention that Kitty is weirdly addictive. "No-no." I sternly say before I falsely smile. I smile to not make me out to be a weirdo who wants to stay with Kitty forever like a perv.

"I mean, I'd love to know more about them...about Lily." With that Kitty raises the corner of her mouth revealing her slight dimples. "Maybe tomorrow. I'm gonna go bed...but um — yeah. I'll swing by your apartment tomorrow morning and then I can show you around the coffee place?" My eyes widen at the thought of a girl like Kitty, who has very high standards, be in my hell hold.

"I'll meet you outside...how about that?" With that Kitty confusedly nods her head before smiling. "Thanks for my second chance. I promise I won't blow it." With that Kitty backs away to her door before she turns around and opens it with her keycard. A fucking keycard. What even is this place. "Night!" I shout as she waves once more before closing the door on me.

I'm so ridiculously in love with her it's unbelievable.