Alone Together (The Strokes Fanfiction)

Walking Home

        They guys sat down with us on the couches around two little tables and the waitress brought us five beers. We chatted all night long. We talked about music, tours, common interests, we shared some anecdotes and I confessed having listened to them that same day for the first time, describing with detail my early admiration towards the whole band, how their music made me feel, how my heartbeat will fasten up just by the sweet vibes of the bass, the energetic beat of the drums, the orgasmic guitar solos and the beautiful voice Julian had. They wouldn't stop beaming at my flattery comments. They probably thought I was a bit cheesy, but I didn't care, I was now really good friend with all of them. 

      As the hours went by, the amount of beer bottles scattered on the table increased. We had had a great night, laughing, bugging each other, goofing around talking, drinking and even singing.
      The clock stroke 2:15. Fab and Jules were hugging each other over their shoulders. Fab was tipsy and would laugh at everything, while Julian was going through the happy-drunk phase. Niko was completely inebriate, silent, with his head tilted and staring with shiny eyes at the bottle in his hand. Luke and Nick were slurring an almost inaudible conversation while Albert and Amelie were lying together on a couch. Amelie was awfully drunk and Albert was a bit tipsy, but anyway he seemed to be taking care of her. He would caress her hair and back and try to maintain her awake by kissing her neck. I had to admit the looked really cute together. Meanwhile, I was sprawled on one of the the coachs, beaming, with a huge lump of feelings inside my chest. I was weaving my recent memories and thoughts, feeling utterly grateful for the time I was having. I had this image stuck in my head, where I was hugging both my friends at the end of the concert and I felt the luckiest girl on earth. Then at the restaurant, the way I felt when Julian and I made eye contact, the absolute fangirl I had been and now he was just a few steps away from me, partying with my friends. It just made me mindblowingly joyful. I recorded this tiny memories, trying to fix them forever in my head. But all of a sudden I arrived to the event in my mind where Jules and I were at the restrooms, and I remembered what he had done. Why would he pretend to be drunk? Was he trying to make a move on me? I geniunely found it hard to believe, since I had chatted with him through the whole night and he had been extremely polite and charming. He narrated some anecdotes that could indicate he was a player, but he seemed a sweetheart of a person. The situation began to puzzle me again. At that precise moment, Julian glanced at me, whilst Fab stood up clumsily and approached to Luke's side. He just stared, but with a concerned expression.

         "What's wrong?" he inquired.

         I hesitated and answered a bit nervous "Nothing. Why would you ask?"

         "Cause' you were smiling and out of nowhere your smile went down. And that's not a good sign. You are always joyful"

        I didn't know what to say. How could I probably ask him what I was trying to figure out? I gazed at the guys, all of them chatting cheerfully on Albert and Amelie's coach.

        "Umm... I really don't know how to say this..." I began. Julian's face turned pale. He seemed to know what I was about to ask. "Were you actually drunk... in... you know..." I blushed remembering the scene.

        "The restroom" he finished my sentence with a sigh of relief, but instantly his cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. He might have thought I was going to ask something worse...but what? I didn't realize till' that moment that we were really close to each other. He held my sight with his and murmured "It's hard to explain"

         "But... were you drunk?"

        His soft cheeks went pink again. "No"

        We were talking in a really low voice now, disconnected from the outer world, facing really close and looking deeply into each other's eyes, as we constantly tended to do since our first encounter. I was really curious.