two souls, pastel blues - King Krule / Archy Marshall fanfiction

Chapter Three

3

Y/N POV

*thud*

My head hit the wall and I suddenly woke up.

I looked around me at the room full of students who looked equally as exhausted as I was. The lecture theatre was at a cosy temperature that was just making me so sleepy.

I rested my head against my hand again and shut my eyes. As I drifted off into a snooze, my arm gave way under the pressure.

*thud*

"Fuck sake," I muttered, rubbing the spot where I'd hit my head for the second time. I reached out to take a sip of my coffee and grimaced as I swallowed, it was almost cold. I sat up straight in my chair and tried my hardest to listen to what the lecturer was telling the class.

My phone buzzed and I whipped it out my pocket instantly, grateful for the distraction.

New Message from: ❤️

❤️: when's your lecture over?

Me: 4 minutes thank god.

❤️: you hungry?

Me: yes and very sleepy :(

❤️: usual spot?

Me: yes please! See you soon x

❤️: sick. I've got us a table, first booth on the right

I turned my attention back to the lecturer.

"And please remember everyone, Christmas break may be coming up but it's not here yet, there's a lot to do. You all need to have recorded four demo tracks by the end of..."

I zoned out, my mind drifting to thoughts of a red-headed boy in scruffy clothes smoking rollies and before I knew it, everyone around me was getting up to leave.

I made my way out of the building of my music school and down the road until I was outside the usual spot, my favourite vegan café. I rolled myself a cig and lit it, resting against the window of the café. Once again I began daydreaming about Archy, the way you could never tell from his face what he was thinking, how effortless and casual he was.

I was brought out of my daze by someone banging on the window of the cafe behind me. I turned around to see my best friend Rago, chewing on his croissant and tapping his wrist to show how late I was.

I rolled my eyes at him, chucked my cig on the ground and walked inside the cafe, taking a seat opposite him.

Rago was my closest and pretty much only friend at music school. We studied separate courses - he was doing piano and saxophone and I was studying music production - but we had met in the first week of class when he had approached and complimented me on my Barry White t-shirt. Soon later we formed our band Slush Puppy and had become pretty much inseparable ever since.

"So how's things?" Rago mumbled through his mouthful, pushing his short dreadlocks behind his ears to look at me.

"Things are fine," I nodded casually, tucking into the avocado toast he had ordered for me. "Same old,"

"Bullshit," Rago beamed.

"Excuse me?" I said, a little startled.

"I heard you went home with a boy last week,"

"Who said that?"

"Anna told me," Rago shrugged, taking a long slurp of coffee and then another bite of food.

"You eat like a pig," I grimaced, "And since when have you and Anna been friends?"

"Bumped into her yesterday on my way home didn't I," He shrugged again.

"Well she's full of shit. I didn't go home with anyone. I left with him to get food and then went home alone," I placed my knife and fork down on top of my unfinished brunch as if in protest and folded my arms over my chest.

"Well come on then, tell me about him," Rago waved his hand in the air, urging me to continue.

"No,"

"Why?"

"There's nothing to tell,"

"What? Why?"

I sighed.

"Because I met him over a week ago and I haven't heard from him since,"

Rago was silent for a minute. He sat back in his chair and took another sip of his coffee before producing a pouch of tobacco out of his pocket and began rolling two cigs, one for me, one for him.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that, you should've said,"

"It's not a big deal, I guess I was just excited because of who he is," I shook my head, staring at the floor.

"And who is that exactly?" Rago continued to roll.

"Archy Marshall. Well, King Krule I guess,"

"Oh shit no way, I used to chill with him," Rago said nonchalantly.

"What? You kept that quiet,"

"I grew up near him, our mums are friends,"

I furrowed my brows and pondered why boys were so useless. This was vital information.

"What are you doing after this?" I asked suddenly.

"Going home. Why?"

"Can I come back to yours?"

"Sure," he took one last bite before standing up and brushing crumbs off his dickies. "And I'll even walk you past Archy's old house, since I know that's the only reason you want to hang,"

I rolled my eyes. He knew me far too well.