We arrive at the club music playing beat bouncing. Girls chucking them selves at me and screaming at me over the music. She's here. Somewhere in the crowd. I search endlessly. Last time we spoke she said some day we might when am closer to her height until then well knock around endlessly. She's all I need. Me and the lads head over to the booth where our crew is sat. Everyone is congratulating us for our previous concert. I leave. I push through the crowed heading to the stairs I sprint down them until she's there staring at me blankly. I close my eyes briefly she's gone again. I carry on to the bar order a drink and take it out side I need a smoke. I get a text 'what time you coming out?' Is it her! I text back instantaneously 'Bree?' I look around the deserted alleyway is she here! 'Who else would it be silly you never said you'd be back in town' she replied. My heart stopped 'meet me in the alleyway near the blue banana?' I freeze that's out name for the club martino owns the club am at we called it that because it looks like the set of pretty woman. She's coming. Now. I wonder if anythings changed. Everything's changed 'am so exited for the night. All I'll needs by bike all be around' she texts typical sneaking out just like when we were fourteen. Five years since I last seen her. I light up the stick and inhale the smoke. The grey aftermath poured from my lips like silk the stick glowed red and the anxiety of seeing her again was gone. The alleyway entrance door swung open and the street erupted with music. Out poured George and a slut. George seen the look in eye and smirked 'she's coming' was all I said. a taxi speeded up the alleyway and stopped abruptly 'that's what she said last time' he staggered off with the sluts arms draped over his shoulders dragging her feet into the darkness and into a taxi. The words hurt like hell yet they were true. I reminisced the day we met she was running down the school hall in year seven and I bumped into her being a year nine and all thinking I was hard I stood in her was she stopped infront of me with fearful big brown eyes and mascara stained cheeks. I just hugged her tightly. She needed it. After she'd cleaned her face we hopped the fence and walked around town talking about ourselves and how she wanted to be like Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn. She was truly beautiful and all the girls at school were jealous of her skinny boy-ish figure. She was tall and always had been, not real tall tho but taller than me at the time. After that we bunked school smoked weed with the boys and ran around town.
