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2013: A Certain Romance

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Amber's POV

"Tell me about him, Mr. Alex Turner." Ethel fixed her outgrown brown hair, pulling them to the back. I rolled my eyes, in a way which indicated how stupid it sounded, we weren't twelve anymore. However, she hadn't changed a bit. Since the Atlantic Ocean tore us apart,  it wasn't the same to see her right beside me, maybe in a case of circumstances, not in the matter of feeling. She was still the best for me, and I had to say something after a moment of silence that have passed.

"Well, he is.." 

I looked at the same point, at the window aside from us, that gave me a possibility to see the whole outside of the airport.

"He is what?" She was always the nosy one from us.

"He is, he was... different than expected." I felt my fingers shaking, trying to grasp elbow-rest of my chair. "In a good way, of course."

"C'mon, you can drop off your professionalism. How was he?" She gave me that evil look, I knew what it meant.

She was trying to dig out if there was anything more than just an interview. Without any dumbish lies; it's more obvious that anyone would want more than that with this guy. That humble look in his eyes was something that couldn't fit his leather jacket or his Elvis Presley's way styled hair.

He had the eyes of a boy, and the attitude that would could easily drive you mad.That made me wish that I was someone else. My version of Ethel Grace, which could make those red hair look tempting just by letting them be the way they are or be able go as  a lady and not a thing which was too far away from this label.

Alex Turner was definitely a women magnet, there was no other way to explain it . Unsurprisingly, I was no exception. I still could feel the weight of his palm on my shoulder. If I wasn't myself, it could have ended differently. What a pity.

"Breathtaking." I sighed, and a smile on her face told me more than needed.

"This Alex guy needs to step around your way a bit more then."  She scrolled through her phone, now not even bothering to look at me. "Let's not forget he's a certified babe."

And if our paths crossed again, maybe I wouldn't be me for a moment. Perhaps then it would find a better ending.

Alex's POV

"So, how's the interview?" Matt settled down on the couch, followed by the sound his can of beer made while being opened.

"Enjoyable." 

"How so?" Jamie interrupted us, what was more than strange, since he looked too mesmerized by the guitar riff of R U Mine which he kept repeating for the past hour.

"Enjoyable? And where's your traditional adjectives like miserable, excruciating, backbreaking?" Matt's finger hung invisible quotation marks above his head.

"Let me guess, Alexander. The blame lays on that girl named Amber." Matt continued, hitting me hard into the chest with a simple sentence. There was no doubt it was about her, and it just pushed me back to a misery of overthinking.

I just nodded,breaking out the smiles on their faces. Nick didn't say a thing, and I couldn't be more thankful for his silence, and not trying to make me more distressed.

"Got her number?" Matt kept on making me feel like I should have just left the room.

"No." 

"It's been years since you.."

"I know." I snapped, clearly having the end of his sentence in my head. He was going to be not so friendly reminder of the fact, that I'm not dating anyone for what seems to be forever. "It's not working out."

"Do not tell me, that it's because of that.." He searched for a right word. ".. bullshit."

"I know what I saw. I know what happened, Matt. " I felt myself getting up on my feet and crossing the room with unstable, alcohol affected steps. These four years were just followed by the taste of it on every single corner I stopped.

Nick's and Jamie's eyes played between me and Matt, deepening the tension to the level I felt the heat rising inside.

"It might be a bullshit for you, but I won't take a risk. Not again. Not this time." My voice broke down, and I collided back to the armchair  I sat in.

Matt swallowed my words and spat some out at me. "It's all just happenstances. There's no evidence that would make me believe."

"I'm not insane, Matt."

"But you're not okay either. I can't believe the things you said back then." Shakiness took over my body. I just wanted to walk up to him, to leave a mess. Or just crumble into an absolute nothing right here. "It's just ridiculous."

Jamie stood up, with his face painted out by disappointment. "You've known him for a twenty years, even longer than any of us did. Why aren't you even trying?"

"Well, why Alex is not even trying to deny that shit crap story?"

I took a deep breath, and when I spoke, I heard myself screaming. "Clementine Lewis. She was real, she was a real human being, with a life, which have ended. Because of me."

They stared at me with the looks I've seen before, with the looks what labeled me as mentally insane.

"She died because of me." I growled, with hot streams rolling down my cheeks. "I wish I was insane, but Amber Dean is her. She's her. I suppose now it sounds even worse, but Amber is the girl that will eventually die if I'll ever cross her path again."

"You know yourself how it sounds to us." Nick stuttered.

And then, Matt added this with the calmest tone he has never had. "Tell us what happened. Tell us what you saw."

[A/N Dedicating this to iVampireWeekend because she's still my favorite author over here and on the side it's a gif of my casting for Ethel c: ]