The Sheffield Lads

Fire and the Thud

30th September 2013

Josephine's POV

Ugh fuck sunlight.
Fuck alcohol.
Fuck hangovers.
Fuck Scarlett.
Fuck Louis.
Fuck everything.

Honestly hangovers were my worst enemy, like I'd prefer to sit through Scarlett and every lad she's ever met get off in front of me, oh and boi there was a lot. Than wake up with a head ache that could kill, and my body not functioning. But I don't get it, i was just tipsy last night so how my head is ringing I can't explain. Before I even try opening my eyes to the direct sunlight I could feel tingling my eyelids, I touch my head where it hurts the most, to feel a quite large bump has come over my cranium. I stretch out to find my phone on Scarlett's coffee table, but then come in contact with more sheets and pillows.

Wait Scarlett doesn't have sunlight coming through her apartment in the mornings.

This doesn't feel like an old sofa.

And that sure as hell wasn't a coffee table.

I open my eyes slowly taking in my surroundings, as the light hits me everything goes a bit fuzzy, but then just clears enough for me to know that this is not Scarlett's apartment.
It was a small room, with a double sofa bed that I happened to be lying in, and a smaller sofa from across it, it had a TV on the wall, and we were moving.
The room was moving.
It was fucking moving?
Oh god please tell me I didn't take any drugs last night, I'd loose my job.
I slowly walk out of bed and look out towards the passing streets of LA, I was in a bus.

Wait I recognise this room...

I go back and sit on the bed trying to put pieces together on how I ended up here, and how I know this place. But the overthinking is just hurting my head more, all I want right now is a cup of tea, a dark room with a bed and ibuprofen. At least I didn't sleep with anyone last night, know one to wake up to and still the same clothes... ew.
As I start to become fully aware of what's happening and my senses start to function again, I hear mumbling and talking coming from the door in front of me.
Oh god no. I have to go out looking like this, not even remembering what happened last night. I try and find some sort of mirror in the room, but nothing to be seen. Ugh fuck it, i need answers and I ain't going to get them from in here.
I slowly lift myself off the bed, making sure not to stand up to quick and make myself even sicker. As I put my hand on the handle I start to get worried, what if they are like kidnappers or serial killers, and I'm walking straight to them?
Past all my overthinking this is the only way I'm getting out, so I push open the door and walk down this strip following the voices. There was little bunks on either side of the walk way, and I'm assuming a bathroom as I could hear the sound of a shower being used.

As I approach the voices, I come into view with all three guys I saw that day at the garage and now it's all coming back to me.
This is their bus.
But I'm on their bus.
How?
The guys all stop talking and look towards me, it's now extremely awkward... shit shit say something Josephine... anything.
But I didn't have to as one of the lads stands up, "Morning I'm Matthew Helders, but Matts fine, I don't think you got my name the other day"
He says while shaking my hand, he then points at the other lad next to him, "this here is Jamie Cook, Cookie for short if you must."
Jamie gives me a full on cheesy grin, before going back to what looked like a bacon sandwich. Matt then pointed to the last guy, "and this is Nicholas O'Malley, but just call him Nick."
Nick offers me a small smile before returning to his conversation with Jamie, but where is the last one?

Where's Alex?

He's probably the one in the shower, ugh god why...

"Hi yeah hmm morning, J-Josephine I'm Josephine" fuck sake Josephine don't try and sound to embarrassed.
"Don't be shy honestly it's alright, we don't bite" Matt says encouraging me to sit down next to Nick.
"Except if you want us to" I hear another person from the side of me. I turn to see a shabby dark brown haired guy, walk through into the kitchen area, he was quite lanky compared to the other guys but still not ugly.
"Shut up man you're going to scare her off"
"No I won't how could she run off from pure beauty" he says while flicking his loose strands from his eyes. Ugh, who did this guy think he was, what a douche, I hated guys like this who thought they were the bees knees.
"Well if that's what you are calling beauty" I say looking him clearly up and down, "then we have two very different definitions."
The lads around us start to laugh, taking the piss more, but his face was still stone cold, the cheeky grin from before being completely disintegrated.

Shit shit shit Josephine, that's it you've pissed him off well done.

He walks towards me and leans down with his hand out, I take his hand and shake it, "Miles, Miles Kane and you are?"

"Josephine Green" I say sounding a lot more confident then before with the other guys.

"Well Miss Green I think me and you, are going to become very good friends" he says before releasing my hand and going towards the kettle and filling it up.

I doubt that.

"Anyone want a brew?" Miles says with his back turned, there was an echo of sure and thanks from the lads.

"And you Miss Green?"

"Yes please, one sugar"

As the lads were still involved in their conversations and Miles making a brew, I just sat here all awkward not knowing what to do or say.

Until the bathroom door opens and out walks Alex himself, just with a white towel clinging to his waist, and water droplets running from his now very dark messy hair, down his toned body.

Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare.

Shit to late I was staring, and he knew I was, his eyes met with mine as he smirked at me. And then I could actually see his face in the light, woah what's with the bruise under his eye.

And that's when it all came back to me.

Gig.
Party.
Scarlett.
Alcohol.
Louis.
Alex.
Wall.
Car.
Darkness.