It's always been them two.
And it's always been that bit more than they'd like to admit....
But with things getting in the way... as they grow up and take different paths...
How will things turn out and what will they be??
I check my appearance again in the mirror as nine o'clock quickly approaches.
I wasn't sure whether to keep it casual, or to go all out. With my own gang of friends, I was comfortable wearing my own style, we all had the same kind of indi/emo look. A small part of me felt like Jess and her friends would have been the type in school to bully and pick on me and my people for dressing how we did. So with that, I opt for some black skinny jeans and just a t-shirt with my black vans.
I finish my glass of wine, before picking up my lip gloss from my dressing table to apply a little more with most of it now on the glass. But my hand freezes... my eyes landing on the little pill I'd been passed earlier at work.
Of course I hadn't touched it. Not a single part of me was even tempted. I had no clue what it was for starters. Who in their right mind would take a drug, not knowing what the hell it is. I need to remember to get rid of it as soon as I leave.
I finish off my make up, just as my phone lights up with a text.
Instantly I'm smiling like a maniac when my favourite nick name shows up on my screen. I grab at my phone, before turning up the stereo louder so Bombay Bicycle Club - Eat, Sleep, Wake. -- blasts through my bedroom. And I throw myself down on my bed, opening the message.
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Night off! 🍻 u upto??xxx
Almost instantly I'm laughing out loud. They looks so drunk! God, I miss that face. More than I ever feared I ever would.
YOUR FACE!! Aaaahaa. how many you had?! HItting up a party 2nyt. Wbu guys?? Xx
The more I stared at the picture of my best friend, the more I could notice how happy he seemed. How normal and ok he looked. I mean, I was happy for him, of course I was. I was probably the most proud of all the boys. But, was he not struggling here, the same as me? Was he not missing me? Missing home? He didn't look homesick. He didn't look to be down in the dumps due to missing us all.... he really was out there, living his best life... without me.
Wow, was I over thinking, and furthermore, had I just put myself in the worlds worst bad mood.
A car honking its horn outside, cuts off my trail of thought, informing me they were here for me. And if I wasn't already in a sour, horrid mood now, I definitely am when I notice Matty has read my message... and seemingly forgot to reply back to his best friend once again. Because it's not like he was busy tonight with touring. He was just too busy for me altogether now. Busy... and completely fine. More than fine, happy, without me.
