heaven ☆ mick mars

39.

holland roden as SOPHIE

it was 3am, the night was far from over. at least, i think it was 3am. i had never been so drunk in my life.

me, dewy and sam had sworn an oath that we would be "BFFs", in dewy's words, which made me age-check him for the cheesiness. he's 24. it's america, it's the 80s, we're drunk and i cant feel my feet. weird shit goes down.

we were dancing the night away, bon jovi had just finished their set. i was riding one of the highest highs i've had since being on the road. it was refreshing, alleviating.

i loved how goofy and genuine these dorks were. aside from being drunk off our asses, they seemed like they would be down to earth people when sober too. but then again, clearly i'm not the best judge of character.

shit, i'm not supposed to be thinking of that. i'm martha, right?

"LILLY!"

fuck. name dropped right in front of my new buddies. guess i am martha no more.

i turned to see richie making his way through the crowds. he was beaming with happiness and exhilaration, rocking his leather jacket.

"l-illy?" dewy stumbled through the name as if he'd never heard it before. "dude, that's martha!!"

richie frowned at me as i shrugged my shoulders at him. "yEAH, RICHIE, god you don't even remember my name?!" i joked with him and he smiled and gave a knowing-look, as if to say he would go along with it.

"she actually knows him!!! hi richie, i'm sam, that whole show was incredible!" sam shook his hand, completely awestruck.

"thank you sam, i appreciate that." he gave a warm smile. "oh lil- martha! this is my girlfriend, sophie." the long-haired guitarist brought over the girl i saw him performing to before.

"hey!!" she brought me into a hug, and something hit me instantly. i cant quite explain it, but kindness radiated from her. "richie's told me all about you, did you know you got the ball rolling for one of their new songs?" she put her hands on my shoulders and her eyes were filled with excitement.

side note, she was beautiful! she had short, wavy strawberry blonde hair, she wore a cropped pink metallic-texture top paired with a pink bodycon skirt. the whole look was vibrant and went with her personality perfectly.

"oh i don't know about that..." i smiled back.

"no you need your name on that album lilly!!!" she insisted and richie nodded behind her. "where's your crüe?" she asked.

"oh, night off, y'know." i lied through my teeth, my whole body tensed up at the mention of the band. i just played it off casually as if no shit had gone down.

"oh, okay!...oh shit-"

"what?" richie asked as we all turned to see where sophie was looking, bearing in mind we were in the middle of a packed club, it still wasn't hard to see who she was looking at.

my stomach dropped.

"she's back again." sophie said sternly with a hard look. "this girl has been following us round everywhere. what is her problem..."

"who is she?" dewy asked.

"her names joanna." i stated blankly.

my eyes didn't leave her, but i could see the four of my new friends look to me in my peripheral vision.

i was seething with rage and pain, i felt pin pricks of anger all over my body as suddenly, the alcohol started racing around my body in drunken fury.

"you know her?" richie responded. i nodded slowly and faced them once more.

"she slept with mick. and now the whole band has fallen apart." i can't run from this anymore. my night of eternal freedom that felt like it wouldn't end, wasn't so eternal after all.

"fuck, lilly.." sophie's face dropped.

"wait, mick mars? you're his girlfriend?! i knew i recognised you!!" sam pointed at me in excited revelation.

dewy shook his head with knitted eyebrows, seemingly confused. "n-no...you're not martha?" his voice squeaked.

i faced him and felt immense guilt about lying.

"tHANK GOD! martha was mean! and you seem so cool! i was thinking, what the fuck happened?! i didn't want to let go of my grudge...oh that's such a relief." he pulled me into a drunken hug and burst into tears which made me smile with warmth before remembering the witch across the room.

"i got the vibe this stalker-chick was a cradle robber.." sophie shook her head.

my face flushed red with anxiety as my body was bursting with thousands of emotions.

"i-i need to get some air.." i mumbled loud enough for them to here.

they all looked concerned, "hey no, you can't go on your own. we'll come with you." sam insisted.

i shook my head quickly, "no it's okay, i'll be back shortly."

i turned to head for the door before i felt someone softly grab my forearm. "i'm coming with you." dewy looked me in the eyes with a look that told me i didn't have a say in the matter.

i paused momentarily before nodding, as we headed outside. sophie said she would look after sam. she was definitely the most sober of all of us.

on the way out i used all of my strength to not even look at joanna. as soon as the baltic air hit me, i realised just how drunk i was, and that i had no fucking clue how to get back to the hotel.

"hey, are you okay?" dewy was able to compose himself to express concern, which anchored me to a safe feeling. "this mick guy sounds like a dick."

my eyes started welling, which i fucking hated. the night wasn't meant to go this way. "no..he's not a dick. or maybe he is, i don't even know who he is anymore." i sighed, completely defeated.

dewy put an arm around me as we listened to the thumping music coming from inside the club. i leant my head into his chest. this guy was gonna be my best friend.

"i'm tired of touring with the band. especially when it's like this. we've just completely fallen apart." the tears started to spill down my cheeks uncontrollably.

and then! as if on cue! guess who strolls on out of the club, lighting a cigarette?

miss cradle robber herself.