Alone Together (The Strokes Fanfiction)

Laughs and Puzzles

        Without hesitating, I picked up the keys and strode out of the restroom. As soon as I faced the place, I saw Luke and Amelie very absort in a chat with Albert, Nikolai, Fabrizio and Nick; my jaw dropped in a blend of disbelief and excitement. But where was Julian? I didn't dare to join them or interrupt their conversation, so I decided to look for him by myself. I scanned the place, checking every corner and seat, 'till I saw trough the window his slendery silhouette holding a cig between his fingers. I was still utterly fanatized, my inner fangirl was fighting for self control. Nerves rambled at the pit of my stomach, and I felt the anxiety tingles sliding through my spine. I opened the place's heavy glass door and timidly approached to Julian's side. It was still drizzling. I tapped his shoulder, my cheeks pink. He turned to look at me, and I noticed his eyes wore a peculiar glow. When he recognized me his lips shyly curled upwards, followed by an inocent blush.

         "Hey" his deep voice greeted.

        "Hey" I replied smiling daintly. We stared at each other for a moment, listening to the rain drops rattling in the little roof that covered the place's entrance. He dropped the cigarette to the floor and stepped on it without taking his eyes out of me. 

        I opened my mouth, the red on my face intensifying.

         Escape the eye contact

         "I found this in the restroom's floor" I said. I held the car keys to his face. When I did, I unlocked my gaze from his and stared at my hand grabbing the key chain.

        "Oh... Thanks" he took them gently, brushing my hand. My insides shivered. My heart was beating like mad and I was afraid he would hear it. I rose my sight once again to meet his chocolate eyes.

        You're facing Julian Casablancas. Do something..

        I coughed gently.

        Brilliant.

        Almost four minutes had already gone by and we were still there, not a word spoken, not a whisper. And it was odd, really odd. I had vividly pictured how meeting him and his band would be throughout the whole night, and I was now inches away from him, with the chance of saying something, to chat, to socialize and perhaps establish a friendship. But there was just silence, and my hesitation to speak lingered impatientily in the fresh air of the night. But what should I say first? Should I just pretend not to know the guy? Should I greet him as a fan? My brain was working as nimbly as humanly possible, trying to craft the perfect excuse for conversation. Then I noticed something I didn't before. His eyes were all red and glassy, and his expression transmited nothing but gloom and seriousness. 

        "Are you okay?" I instinctively asked.

        He hesitated at first, but then proceeded to shake his head. 

        "What's worng?" I inquired once again. 

        "That I'm a dick and I need to reset my fucking life" his grim vocals muttered.

        I could have elaborated a speech on how he was one of the most talented and amazing people I had ever got the chance to meet, but I simply replied;

        "Do you need a hug?"

        Inocent. Childish perhaps. But the moment I said it, his puffy eyes shone in my direction, staring right into mines. Then he nodded. As soon as we embraced, I swear I felt, in some tiny corner of my soul, that I had longed a hug like that for years. An embrace like two puzzle pieces, dovetailing in the most delicate way. I soaked in every scent, view and touch of that magnificent moment.
         A few seconds later within our cuddle, the perception of distant whistling and yelling shook me out of my thoughts. I glanced through the restaurant's glass pane and saw the whole band and my friends, whistling and gesticulating in victory upon Julian and me. I cracked in laughter, releasing him from the hug, bending forwards and holding my ribs. I couldn't control myself as I heard comments like "Go Jules! Go! Get in her pants!" or "Get a room!" or bizarre Latin screams like "YEIHA!". It was absolutely abnormal from my behalf, laughing at that kind of situatuin instead of blushing or trying to hide my face with my hair. But I was too happy to shrink again, I had just shared an intimate moment with my new idol, and was then sharing anotherone with the rest of them. Julian was chuckling too and his eyes weren't teary anymore. He watched me laugh with a huge grin splattered across his face. I couldn't stop and my laughter bluntly morphed into the mate call of a retarded seal, which made Julian crack harder and nonstop too. We could still hear the guys' comments from the inside of the restaurant as we did so.