After work and a big hassling of questions I didn't know the awnser to by Noodle, I trudged my way home feeling more tired than usual. I could hear the crunching of leaves as I made my way down the cold and empty streets of London until I found my house.
It was definitely harder work than just renting a flat out but I needed a quite space to clear my head so I could write songs and use my bass without getting a noise complaint from upstairs.
As I walked in I could smell the pungent scent of alcohol and coffee mixed with the faint hint of mint. The place wasn't much to look at at first but I fixed it up here and there, dusted it and filled it with everything I've collected over the years which turned out to be a LOT.
The cool moonlight was always shining through one of the windows but tonight it was dark. I had all my clothes strewn messily across the floor not caring to clean them because no-one ever visits and I make my way upstairs to my bedroom which immediately calms my nerves at the sight of familiar surroundings.
I flip down on my unmade bed and tangle the sheets around me like a cocoon but my head is filled with the blue haired boy. Why did I always feel do giddy to see him? Why did my heart always melt when he smiled or nervously twitched and fidgeted with his fingers? Why did I suddenly go so awkward and hot whenever I was around him?
I've only known him for two days.
Sweet Satan...
I think I have a crush.
Suddenly it's too hot to have anything on so I take my sheets off and get some relatively clean pajamas not caring what and hop in the shower trying to wash him away out of my head.
The water is steamy and I feel my eyelids droop as the warmth overcomes me. I get out of the shower and admire how my arms have gone a shade of red instead of the usual blueish green and change into my PJ's. I usually just sleep shirtless or naked but I'm gunna go outside and it's too cold for me too go out without something on.
I put my arms into it and when I see the zip I see it's a red devil onesie and I grin when I remember what Noodle had said when she got it for my birthday, specifically in June on the sixth at 6 O'clock.
"Finally! Now you can be a devil on the outside as well as the inside!" I had complained obviously but I secretly loved the fleecy feel of the thing that made me feel toasty and warm in the morning.
I went down to the kitchen and got a glass of cold milk hoping that it would help me cool down and went outside as I drank it.
I loved the night sky. Especially with the city lights which always blocked out the stars but Unpopular opinion, I think the city lights look better. They're so many different vibrant colours and I gazed longingly at the large run down building on top of one of the hills. That was where I was going to create the best band in the world and my music would be heard everywhere. Me, Noodle and Russ where already extremely talented at instruments, me on Bass, Noodle on guitar and Russle on the drums but we wanted a singer, wait, no, that isn't right, we needed a singer.
Someone with the looks, someone with the talent, someone with the voice.
Noodle and Russel have already explained it clear enough that my singing ain't for shit and I'd have to agree with them there. After getting 8 breaks in the nose though I'd be surprised if I could sing in tune.
My mind wanders to the blue boy again and I wonder if he could be our singer. He's got the looks, but with that damn thick accent of his I don't reckon he'd be able to sing a bloody note at all.
I don't like him. I couldn't. I've only known him for about two days and know nothing about him except for the reason why his hair is that beautiful azure blue. I'll have to ask him some questions tommorow.
I finish the last of my milk and go back inside and flop down on my bed. I start to picture him at the front, Noodle, Russel and me all playing as he sang with an amazingly soft but melancholy voice that rang clear out across the stadium. I hug my pillow and scream into it like a flustered school girl as I try and make up excuses on why I've got this wierd fuzzy feeling in my chest whenever I think of him and I try to calm myself down.
Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush. Just a crush.
