Matt Vs Josh.

Chapter One - When We Were Younger.

My phone started to ring. It was jazz.

“Ella! OH MY FUCKING GOD! GUESS WHAT? “Jazz practically screamed down the phone at me.

“Urmm, i dunno? You woke up this morning and thought of a good way to burst my eardrums?”

“Oh yeah.. your so like, funny babes.. NO. Josh franceschi  is in London!"

"And, what's that got to do with me, Jazz?" i rolled my eyes waiting for her reply.

"Duhh! That's where we are tonight!" she spoke to me in a patronizing tone, as though i didnt know where we were going for MY birthday..

“Yay I get to spend my 18th birthday with you, traipsing around after that worthless arsehole” How she always seem to know the information of his whereabouts dumfounded me.

“Come on Ell, it’s not like you’re going to like it anyways. Little miss depressive “ She knew I hated that nickname and only used it when trying to make me angry.

“Jazz it’s my 18th birthday for fucks sake. I want to have fun! Meet some guys! I don’t want to have to comfort you when you don’t find josh, get married and walk off into the sunset for the 50th time. What has he ever done for you in these three years of knowing him? Hmm?! When has he answered your tweets? Or your letters? Or signed your autograph when we waited out in the pouring rain?! I really don’t get you. He obviously doesn’t even know you exist and I don’t think he cares. Your just the sap buying all his shitty music and clothing.”

“You fun?! Ha! And guys like you? Since when? Why would they would want an ugly,  little, frigid emo! I mean, like I would ever be seen dead with you. You’re such a weirdo. I mean honestly like I was ever going to actually be seen in public, at a club with you! No guy would even come close to us. I mean I never liked you I just used you to make me look prettier and you being a nerd helped with my grades loads your s-" 

 I cut the phone off. I couldn’t take anymore of this she didn’t mean it did she not my jazzy?

Tears bean to fall down my face and in a blind rage I began to take every picture I had on my wall of us, ripping them off then our diary ripping out the pages I collapsed onto the bed and cried into my mattress. What am I going to do now? Suddenly I had a thought.. 'fuck jazz and her stupid josh franceschi he’s taken up enough of my life now it ends today.'

I stood from my bed, wiped my tears away and got ready. I stopped on my way out to check my reflection in the mirror 'who was this girl?' Long slender legs, big puffy red lips, straight dark brown hair hanging loose to her waist with the dress and heels on. I look 'wow'.

I grabbed my clutch bag and struggled to make my way to the train station in these 6 inch heels. As I walked I noticed people looking at me. Do I have something on my shoe? Nobody ever noticed me…

I arrived onto the main street in London. It was a Friday night, so was filled, bursting with people. Clubs with music booming so loud it was hard to tell which music was coming from where. I decided to opt for the least busy looking club 'Sailor jerry’s rum bar' I think, as I entered the line. The bouncer waved me forward.

“You got your ID?” he asked in a rough husky voice. He was built like a brick shit house, wearing a smart suit and dark shades, he held his hand out to see my ID.

I showed him my ID and he wished me a happy birthday before moving the rope across and allowing me inside. The club was a swarm of people dancing. The music blared and the smell of booze filled the dark space, I immediately made my way to the bar.

“Five shots of whatever’s strongest please.” The bar man gave me a funny look but poured me some Russian vodka. I knocked back all five in the space of a minute and my head began to spin. Suddenly, the dance floor seemed so much more inviting! I got another two shots and started going shakily across the floor, already slightly drunk. Then some moron walked directly into me, spilling a pint right down my dress!

“I’m so, so, so sorry! Let me, urmm.. Please, take my jacket.. I’m sorry!” he started nervously rubbing the beer off me, lingering a little too long on my chest area.

“I’m fineee donntt woirry abbt mme babee!” I tottered off into the dance floor and downed my two shots, the next thing I knew I was falling to the floor, feeling the cold dance tiles across my back and the lights from the ceiling shining brightly in my eyes. All I remember is hearing that voice asking me if I’m okay then nothing, complete blackness.                                                                                        

“Errrghhh what happened last night Ella?!” I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to unfamiliar surroundings. 'What did I do last night?'

I quickly looked around to see that I was in a bed, wearing a males T-Shirt. It smelt of Aftershave and deodrant, or just really nice fabric softener.. There was nobody in sight, so I stood up and shakily walked to the first door on my right. It was a bathroom. Great I looked in the mirror and I was a mess! Hair was everywhere. makeup smeared all over my face. I could swear I even smelt puke.. I saw my things neatly folded in a pile on a chair. I grabbed them and made my way towards the stairs. I was just to the front door when I heard this familiar voice from behind me I’ve heard this before the same one from the club I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Oh hey love! Your awake. How you are feeling” I know this guy I’m sure.

I turned around slowly and there he was... Matt Barnes from Youmeatsix. I was in matt Barnes house.