Troubled - Alex Turner

3. Proving Tristan Right

Alex's POV:

"Yeah, just a strawberry milkshake please, mate," I requested up at the till of the retro-themed diner me and the guys had each taken a particular liking to. Me and Nick had only been a couple of times but Jamie and Matt visited it pretty regularly.

It was a rather quiet place, it didn't hold many customers. I think that's what made me like it so much - not to mention that they made a mean strawberry milkshake. Neither of us had been noticed by any of our fans yet. It was nice blending in with everyone else for once.

Despite being rather deserted, the diner was a fairly large building. It had a sort of 50's theme to it; with it's checkered flooring and it's red and white seating. The walls were mainly taken up by long windows, but occupying the free spaces were pictures - of what I assumed to be the family that owned the place - and old records from the 1900's. The only thing that seemed to be fairly up-to-date was the music that played softly in the background of the kitchen's clatter.

"Cheers, mate," I thanked the lad behind the counter before returning to the guys. We sat over in a booth by the window, located in the corner of the room.

"I wonder where Sophie is today," Jamie said out of the blue, gazing over towards the bar area of the diner. "She usually works on Saturday's."

Sophie?

"She's not been here in a couple days," Matt responded, making me feel as though I was missing out on something.

"Who's Sophie?" Nick questioned, clearly just as lost as me.

"She's the lass that works here," Jamie explained. "The one Alex got in a row with," he chuckled, nodding his head towards me as I sipped at my drink.

"Who'd I get in a row with?" I scowled, now completely lost.

"Remember the other day there, when Arielle came by to pick up her stuff?" he asked.

"Yes, I do," I barely answered out loud. "Thank you for that lovely reminder, Cookie," I added on sarcastically.

Despite being the one who ended things between Arielle and I, it still hurt to see her pick up the belongings she had left over at mine. It's not that I still had any feelings for her or anything like that, it's just that - in all honesty - I hate being alone. Before we had started dating, we were pretty close friends. So it's like loosing both a friend and a lover. It hurts a great deal but it's for the best, I suppose.

"Yeah, well, anyways," he continued without a care, "there was this lad - I dunno his name - that was stoned off his nut and must have accidentally bumped into you or sommat," he continued. "He made you drop your beer and you were pretty pissed off about it," he chuckled. "Yer started being a dick and shouting at him, and that..."

I hadn't realised how much I had actually had to drink that day until now, because I certainly did not remember a thing of what Jamie was telling me.

"...Then, Sophie - who must be friends with the guy who bumped into you - came over and apologised for him, trying to give you money to buy you another beer - to replace the one that her friend had knocked out of yer hand," he added on, the memory vaguely coming back to me, bit by bit, as he continued.

"But you were having none of it," Matt carried on for him, chuckling lightly. "You got into a sorta argument with her. Started calling her Barbie, telling her to 'save it'."

Ah, that girl.

From what I can remember, the girl was stunning. She had been dressed in double denim - and lets just say that she managed to pull it off very well. Despite wearing heels, she was still rather small. Her brown hair was fairly long and sat on her shoulders in neatly loose curls. She wore minimal makeup and her striking blue eyes could have easily pierced a hole inside of anybody's skull.