The Understudy (hiatus)

Chapter Thirteen - Tydelynn (Part Two)

"Tyde?!" Mr Curly suddenly yelled, his eyes locking on mine. He remembered my name? Oh my God, it really was him. How did he know Dan? What was Mr Curly's actual name? He knew mine, but I was way too drunk when I first met him to remember his. Wow, I felt so stupid. What was I supposed to say? 'Sorry, I don't know your name because I was too drunk when we met but I haven't forgotten you, I've labelled you Mr Curly!' wasn't exactly going to help my situation.

Dan seemed to be confused, his brows furrowed in bewilderment.

"You know each other?" He asked, his eyes flicking from Mr Curly to me. 

"Briefly," I smiled. Just play it cool, Tyde. Play it cool.

"I'll leave you, er, to it...then...yeah," Dan mumbled, walking off towards Kyle. That was bizzarre, I thought. What was up with Dan?

Mr Curly stepped towards me and held his hand out.

"Matty," He laughed, and I shook his hand.

"I remember your name," I stuck my tongue out at him. I remembered it now he'd told me, but he didn't have to know that. Yes, Tyde. He's buying it. Play it cool.

"You don't. You told me that at the hotel, several times actually when I unlocked your door for you. You just kept repeating 'You're a darling, I don't even know your name' and you giggled a lot," Matty started laughing as he thought about it.

"Damn," I cursed under my breath, facepalming myself. Nice one, Tyde. You drunken fool.

"Oh don't worry, you couldn't remember your own name either!" Matty added, and I facepalmed myself again.

"That makes it worse! I don't usually get that drunk!" I was laughing now, just thinking of what a drunken idiot I'd been, all them years ago. We were both just standing there, laughing for a solid five minutes at myself. Yes, Tyde. That's how you get lads - by laughing at yourself, Goodness, sake!

"So you're touring with Bastille now?" Matty asked, sipping his drink. I nodded.

"You better stay with me, because if them lot pull girls I'm going to need help getting back to my hotel again," I joked, and Matty's laughter filled the air again.

"Not going anyway, don't worry," He smiled.

Woah, woah - was that a flirt? Was that a flirt? Was Mr Curly flirting with me? Oh my God, oh my God. Remain calm, I thought. Oh my God, oh my God.

I felt an arm snake around my waist, and I turned to be met with Dan.

No, I couldn't have these two guys next to me. No, I can't breathe. I'm confusing myself. Must. Get. Out.

"I'm going outside for a bit," I mumbled to both of them, sliding out of Dan's grip and making my way to the back door. I managed to stumble outside, although it wasn't much colder or calming, and leant against a wall.

"You're with Dan?"

I'd been so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Matty had followed me outside. He was leaning against the wall opposite me. 

"I'm touring with him?" I replied, slightly confused. What was Matty talking about, he just asked me if I was touring with Bastille and I said yes.

"No, as in together," Matty lit up a cigarette and inhaled it, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Dan and I aren't an item, if that's what you're wondering," I whispered. Were we an item? We'd kissed a few times and admitted we had feelings for each other, but we'd never spoke about what we were. 

And why was Matty making my heart beat faster? I was behaving like such a whore, getting butterflies from Dan and now from Matty. 

And why did I want a drag of his cigarette?

So the next moments I didn't take credit for. I wasn't thinking.

I slowly walked towards Matty, pulled the cigarette from his mouth and took a slow drag of it. I blew the smoke out, and then my air supply was suddenly cut off by someone's lips.

I was kissing Mr Curly. How did this happen?

It was so hot. The smoke from both of our mouths crossed over each other as his tongue slid over mine. He leant forward and switched places with me, pushing me against the wall he'd been leaning on as my tongue explored his mouth. I grabbed onto his hair, that curly hair, and pulled his face closer to mine. 

"I knew it," I heard Dan's voice suddenly disrupted the air, and I pulled away from Matty. I looked forward, still pinned up the wall, and Matty looked behind him.

Dan and Kyle stood there standing at us both.

Oh hell, what was I going to say now? Nice one, Tyde. You've messed up this time.