Well, We're Not Alone Now - Book One - Alex Turner

I Am The Flash When You Close Your Eyes

-I Am the Flash When You Close Your Eye-

"Maybe I was mistaken

I just cannot manage to make it through the day

Without thinking of you lately"

31st Of December 2011

I had never been much of a 'girly girl' as a child, and would frequently get myself muddy and dirty, ripping and drawing on my clothes all the time. However, I had always had a worrying sense of style. So even if I was going to get muddy that day, I would still make sure I looked nice and that my items of clothing went together. To put it plainly, I enjoy looking nice. I enjoy being able to look in the mirror and think, yes, I made a good choice wearing this. Of course this lead to times of not being able to decide what to wear at all. Like now. I was stuck. Yesterday evening, I had got a text from my best friend Jade, explaining that there was a party happening on Friday night and I must come to it, as I had apparently been a very bad friend lately. Since it was in fact going to be New Year's Eve on that particular night, I couldn't refuse, plus I did love a good party. The interesting, and slightly worrying thing about it, was that it was a 'Secret Party'. As in Jade had a got an email, saying the location, time and what to wear, black, with a splash of colour. The great thing about it was that the music played at the parties were by up and coming artists who wanted to test out their stuff on a proper big crowd. It was a fantastic variety we got, I had been to two in the past and one had been a rather good rock band, and the other had been a country. I enjoyed both a lot. Jade and I didn't know anyone else who was going to be there apart from each other. To be honest I was pretty excited about it. Until just before Christmas I had been so busy with my rehearsals for our Christmas show that I had, had barely anytime to rest, let alone party. So that brought me all the way back to my dilemma. What to wear. My options were a mini black and white checkered dress, with lovely small frills around the neck, that dipped down into a lovely cleavage showing V. My other option was a semi plain black dress, that showed a load of shoulder and had black sequins around the neck. Chic or sophisticated? There was only one thing for it. Ask the master of fashion himself. Matthew J Helders the 3rd. Ever since he texted me the night after Alex left, we had been sending texts back and forth, talking about whatever came to mind. I had come to realise that like I had already assumed, there was a very interesting man behind the leather lace up trousers and afro. Breanna, Matt's model girlfriend, was a very lucky girl. I'll be honest, at first I was only really texting him so I would not lose contact with AM, i.e Alex. But the more we talked, the more I enjoyed it and after a while I stopped kicking myself about not getting Alex's number and went with the flow. I put on both dresses and took a quick selfie with each. I then sat on my bed, wrapped up in my duvet and typed a message to Matt, which simply said, 'Which one?'

Not a minute later my phone chimed and a message from Matt appeared. It read:

Matt AM: 'well it depends what sort of party ur goin to...? as it happens we're goin to one too :D it's a secret party, we only know the time, location and what to wear, black, with a splash of colour. whatever thats supposed to mean O_O'

My mouth dropped open as I read this. We couldn't be going to the same party could we? No way, that sort of shit just did not happen to me. I mean, I knew they were back in London from a short stint in Australia, but I didn't think I would actually see them while they were here. I had been trying to get up the courage to ask Matt about Alex, but I had failed and since Matt hadn't mentioned him except for that first text, I assumed Alex didn't really care that much. I was pretty sure Matt would have told him that he had my number. I texted back as quick as my fingers could move. 'wait wait WAIT! ur goin to a party? when is it? we couldn't be going to the same one could we? :o' I huddled back into my duvet while I waited and scanned my messy room. Clothes were strewn all over the bed and floor, dresses flopped over the back of my chair, while make up littered the top of the dressing table. I had found it hard to find black clothes, as I was quite a colourful person, and most of my dark clothes I owned were training gear and there was no way I was wearing that. I knew I was going to have to tidy up soon. Sally was back in a week's time, and I knew she would have a peek in my room, then drop subtle hints that I needed to tidy up if it wasn't up to her standards. My phone lit up again as I received another message from Matt.