Andy's POV:

Her eyes travel up and down my body, before a predatory smile takes over her features, and she struts confidently over to my lonely form by the bar. Thank god for LA bars and not checking ID.

I flash her a grin, quickly downing the rest of my drink before turning my attention towards the girl with her startling blonde hair. She places a small hand on my shoulder, leaning close, closer than I would normally allow. But why should I care? I'm not in a relationship anymore, Nikki doesn't own me like she used to, and she doesn't control me anymore either. I can do whatever I want, even if I end up regretting the next day. But for now, I'm willing to let myself make the same stupid mistake night after night, an outcome of my obsessive drinking. Besides, you're supposed to have fun while you're young, and I'm twenty, it's time to start living a little, even if some part of my mind is still stuck in Cincinnati with the girl I love.

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I wake with a killer hangover, as usual. I've grown accustomed to the all-too familiar pounding headache that I barely felt while in high school. It's a typical Thursday morning. Or should I say afternoon. By now I've probably missed our scheduled rehearsal for our band, or was that yesterday? Hell, I don't know this shit.

I sit up groggily, pushing the hair out of my eyes as my vision while the form next to me shifts, and a bright head of light hair comes into view. In the light, she's even less impressive, her hair obviously bleached to that colour, and her face already etched with wrinkles as well as dark circles. Damn, I must've been even more out of it than I thought. Maybe it was whatever Danny gave me that made her look so appealing yesterday.

I get up, tugging on my discarded clothes from last night and grabbing my phone making my way to the door as silently as i can. Oh who the fuck am I kidding, I don't give a damn if this bitch wakes up or not. For all I know she could've and a heart attack in her sleep and has been dead since I passed out.

But she isn'y dead, sadly.

The cheap ass hotel door creaks obnoxiously as i open it a crack, and she sits up immediately, her hair a tangled heap on her head. She rubs her eyes, squinting in the harsh daylight as she attempts to make out my form hovering by the now partially open door.

"Andy?" She mumbles sleepily, "what're you doing? Come back to bed," she almost whines, and I fight the desire to cringe at the awful sound of her voice. Yeah, she definitely looked better when I was high as cloud fucking nine.

"Yeah, sorry babe. I don't do that whole thing," I repeat my line that I've probably said a hundred times since she broke up with me. Since she left.

Then I leave. Not like I cared about them at all. She was just a distraction, barely decent. Th only problem I've noticed over the years is that after I wake up the next morning, I feel even worse, wanting, no craving her even more than I thought possible. How is it that one girl has managed to successfully get under my skin so well? I mean, I made fun of her, practically tortured her for a year before, then I hurt her, and now, I need her. That's messed up shit.

I drive to the closest Starbucks; this stuff is everywhere in California. I buy an extra large cup of black, steaming coffee before heading back to Danny's shitty apartment. I would never tell him, that, at least sober. For now, it's my house as well as his, so it's best to act all happy and cheery when he's not drunk or stoned, which isn't often.

As I drive home as slow as possible without receiving a ticket, spatters of ran begin to pelt down on my car , and I curse. Fuck my goddamned luck. I glance up at the quickly darkening sky and a thought rattles through me, no, not a thought, a memory. A very distinct memory.

Her and me. Kissing in the rain. The first time we told each other that we loved one another.

Then I do something I haven't done in two years.

I break down.

Notes

so andy's kinda acting like a pretentious douche? sounds about right

qotd: song obsessed with?

Tangled in the Great Escape by PTV
Hell Above by PTV