{1 MONTH LATER}
It had been better, you were certainly happier and Alex called you nearly every day. You wake up at 7am to a phone call, it was Alex.
"Hi, sorry. Time difference is confusing, is it late? I'm sorry if I woke you I just wanted to talk to you," he rambles.
"No, no, it's okay. I was already up," you lie.
"We have a gig soon, it's kinda big and I'm fucking terrified," he says. You smile, and lie on your side.
"Don't be," you say. "You're amazing, you'll be fine,"
"I hope so. Hey, don't you have that job interview today?" he asks. You were looking for a job, as you were truly broke and Alex couldn't help out and you had been fired from your last job.
"Yeah, I do actually" you say.
"I hope it goes well," he says sweetly. "I don't need to hope though, I mean who doesn't love you?" he says, you can hear his smirk through his cocky voice.
"Shut up," you grin.
"I love you, Darcy" he says softly. He had been saying that a lot lately.
"I love you," you say. After some more chatter you hang up and get out of bed. You were slightly nervous about the interview, it was a boring office job that really had no purpose but it paid well.
After you eat breakfast, you wander into your bedroom to get changed. You had been shopping the previous day with one of your few friends, to pick out a job interview outfit. It's a boring grey suit thing, that you know you'd never wear again after today.
You sigh and slip it on, you look awful. The interview is in an hour, enough time to go and grab a coffee from downstairs.
You order a coffee with no milk and sit in a booth, nervously taking little sips. After your coffee you set off to the bus station to go to the job interview. The bus stop is really busy, with women with babies in pushchairs and old people.
It's an uncomfortable ride to the office, as you're sat next to a thirteen year old boy trying to chat you up.
"Hi, love, what's the youngest you'd date?" he keeps asking.
After the long, painful journey you finally arrive at the office building. It was big and intimidating, you felt tiny and worthless compared it it.
You walk nervously to the front door, into the front desk.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" a lady behind a desk asks.
"I'm looking for Mr Roberts for my job interview?" you say nervously.
"Ah, just through that door, love" the lady points to a door across the hall. You walk over to it gingerly and knock nervously.
"Yes?" a voice booms from behind it.
