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While I can hardly sit still when it's required, like during a production meeting or something that actually does require my full attention, I find it incredibly easy to just sink into a couch during one of the bands usual parties and people watch.

We attract people enough to be full, popular some may say, but still remain closed to a majority of the public, should our address leak out into this unforgivingly open and fast spreading world of information. The people all around the house are walking around, sitting on the floor, smoking in the back, or socializing in... other ways. But not me.

Nope. It's time like this, when I'm sucked up into the cushion and leather of the couch, gripping my cooler lightly by the neck and mostly just turning it a gross, warm, and undrinkable temperature that I find myself people watching those familiar around me.

It's Andrew's and Kal's house, so it's their party, and I mostly just tagged along because I didn't want to be home alone and Alex wanted to go. I knew, somewhere deep in the confines of my social-but-antisocial mind that when we moved to California and in together that I'd be getting begged to come along to all sorts of weird functions. But hey, showbiz, I suppose.

Our group is pretty much close though, at least for some bands. I've heard of people who tour, play, and record together who can't stand one another, and I really don't get it. Getting into a band is like getting into some really shady marriage with a bunch of people. Nobody cares if you break up unless you make a name for yourself, and though I'd say we've done pretty well for ourselves, it wouldn't be news worthy.

I like that, conspiracies tire me.

You know, I've been tired a lot lately. I've never used to be so cynical. What the hell is wrong with me right now?

"You know, we could just go back home, if you hate it so much." Alex teased as he approached me, nudging my leg to get my attention. I gave him a kick back and a smile. "Just not fleeing the best right now, I think." I told him, holding his navy eyes as he sat down on the couch next to me and I leaned into his shoulder.

"Careful now, people might think we're dating if you keep laying on me." He said with an amusement completely directed at himself. "If you think you're so clever, date yourself." I quipped back, smiling and brushing my hair back behind my ear so I could look at him properly. "Besides, what would the internet say?" I poke him in the side beforehand re straightening up and stepping off and away from the couch.

"How intoxicated are you? The scale is from one to ten, in case you forgot." I asked, turning back around and facing him as he sprawled back into the couch and took over my previous space.

"Drunk as HELL baby."

"Classy."

"You know it," he grinned sheepishly, a tired look taking over his eyes. "Drew took my phone, I think he was trying to stop me from ordering takeout with the band money. I'll pay for the Uber." I rolled my eyes at that. "And good on him, doing the lords work keeping you on track."

"Well if my primary best friend isn't going,to do it, then someone has to." He called after me as I walked away into the kitchen to find Andrew, flicking up my middle finger as I went.

I know, so punk.

I swerved my way around the people crowing the counter in the kitchen, pouring more glasses and talking loudly over everyone else's conversations, only proving to make the whole room louder. I stepped over people's legs as I descending the steps to the back landing and pushed open the screen door to step outside into the cool night time.

The backyard wasn't particularly big, but it was deep, and at the back by the fence I could see faint smoke and small flames.

"Miche! Thank god, take him home." Kal exclaimed once he saw me and gently tossed the phone at me, which I caught in between my palms. "We he's drunk he gets annoying and clingy, and only you have the god sent patience to put up with him." I laughed at Kals exasperated state and turned to Drew. "I blame you, I'm not the mom."

Andrew chuckled, pushing his dark hair back and away from his calming green eyes. "I can't always be the mom Miche, especially nowadays your always off sulking." I gasped in mock offence. "How rude! And by the way, I don't sulk, I hide. There IS a difference you know." I said with a wink, switching on the phone and unlocking it with my finger.

"You have your finger print on his phone? You two are practically married." Kal teased me, standing up and dusting off his jeans. I only scoffed in response as I ordered the ride home. "I better go back inside, make sure people don't break anything." I switched off the phone. "And I'll pick up my damsel, granted he doesn't put up much of a fight."

And that's how my evening ended... I had hoped. Because of course with me, one moment has to be the reason everything starts spiralling out of control. What was the moment?

You see, my best friend Alex doesn't get THAT drunk THAT often. And you see, when he does, it's true. He gets a little clingy. And it turns out that on that particular night, in the uber I called from his phone I found myself giving him a reassuring hug when he asked if I was mad we had to leave that boring party because of his few time drinking antics.

And when I pulled away from the hug, before I even COULD pull away, my best friend for the past 8 years kissed me.

And somehow, everything changed.

Now I'm here retelling the story that nearly ruined me, about the man who nearly ruined me.

I'm not fully sure, even today, how we got to the point we did. There are so many things he never fully explained to me and so many things I never even thought to ask. It might have something to do with the logical fact that none of what happened should even have been possible. There were too many leaps of faith he took before he landed right in front of me.

Looking back on it now, and even occasionally at the time, I can she just how many mistakes I made. How stupid I was.

How I so easily pushed aside reason and let him warp himself right in front of me to a person I could no longer recognize. Hell, let's be real. I never recognized him. Not once.

But I couldn't start from the actual beginning, because even though the story of it all needed to be told right, I'm not very good at listening. So I started from the night where everything started to happen.

He always loved a good story. Let's hope mine isn't his happy ending.

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Oh and by the way? It'd been six years since I last saw him.

Description
While I can hardly sit still when it's required, like during a production meeting or something that actually does require my full attention, I find it incredibly easy to just sink into a couch during one of the bands usual parties and people watch.

We attract people enough to be full, popular some may say, but still remain closed to a majority of the public, should our address leak out into this unforgivingly open and fast spreading world of information. The people all around the house are walking around, sitting on the floor, smoking in the back, or socializing in... other ways. But not me.

Nope. It's time like this, when I'm sucked up into the cushion and leather of the couch, gripping my cooler lightly by the neck and mostly just turning it a gross, warm, and undrinkable temperature that I find myself people watching those familiar around me.

It's Andrew's and Kal's house, so it's their party, and I mostly just tagged along because I didn't want to be home alone and Alex wanted to go. I knew, somewhere deep in the confines of my social-but-antisocial mind that when we moved to California and in together that I'd be getting begged to come along to all sorts of weird functions. But hey, showbiz, I suppose.

Our group is pretty much close though, at least for some bands. I've heard of people who tour, play, and record together who can't stand one another, and I really don't get it. Getting into a band is like getting into some really shady marriage with a bunch of people. Nobody cares if you break up unless you make a name for yourself, and though I'd say we've done pretty well for ourselves, it wouldn't be news worthy.

I like that, conspiracies tire me.

You know, I've been tired a lot lately. I've never used to be so cynical. What the hell is wrong with me right now?

"You know, we could just go back home, if you hate it so much." Alex teased as he approached me, nudging my leg to get my attention. I gave him a kick back and a smile. "Just not fleeing the best right now, I think." I told him, holding his navy eyes as he sat down on the couch next to me and I leaned into his shoulder.

"Careful now, people might think we're dating if you keep laying on me." He said with an amusement completely directed at himself. "If you think you're so clever, date yourself." I quipped back, smiling and brushing my hair back behind my ear so I could look at him properly. "Besides, what would the internet say?" I poke him in the side beforehand re straightening up and stepping off and away from the couch.

"How intoxicated are you? The scale is from one to ten, in case you forgot." I asked, turning back around and facing him as he sprawled back into the couch and took over my previous space.

"Drunk as HELL baby."

"Classy."

"You know it," he grinned sheepishly, a tired look taking over his eyes. "Drew took my phone, I think he was trying to stop me from ordering takeout with the band money. I'll pay for the Uber." I rolled my eyes at that. "And good on him, doing the lords work keeping you on track."

"Well if my primary best friend isn't going,to do it, then someone has to." He called after me as I walked away into the kitchen to find Andrew, flicking up my middle finger as I went.

I know, so punk.

I swerved my way around the people crowing the counter in the kitchen, pouring more glasses and talking loudly over everyone else's conversations, only proving to make the whole room louder. I stepped over people's legs as I descending the steps to the back landing and pushed open the screen door to step outside into the cool night time.

The backyard wasn't particularly big, but it was deep, and at the back by the fence I could see faint smoke and small flames.

"Miche! Thank god, take him home." Kal exclaimed once he saw me and gently tossed the phone at me, which I caught in between my palms. "We he's drunk he gets annoying and clingy, and only you have the god sent patience to put up with him." I laughed at Kals exasperated state and turned to Drew. "I blame you, I'm not the mom."

Andrew chuckled, pushing his dark hair back and away from his calming green eyes. "I can't always be the mom Miche, especially nowadays your always off sulking." I gasped in mock offence. "How rude! And by the way, I don't sulk, I hide. There IS a difference you know." I said with a wink, switching on the phone and unlocking it with my finger.

"You have your finger print on his phone? You two are practically married." Kal teased me, standing up and dusting off his jeans. I only scoffed in response as I ordered the ride home. "I better go back inside, make sure people don't break anything." I switched off the phone. "And I'll pick up my damsel, granted he doesn't put up much of a fight."

And that's how my evening ended... I had hoped. Because of course with me, one moment has to be the reason everything starts spiralling out of control. What was the moment?

You see, my best friend Alex doesn't get THAT drunk THAT often. And you see, when he does, it's true. He gets a little clingy. And it turns out that on that particular night, in the uber I called from his phone I found myself giving him a reassuring hug when he asked if I was mad we had to leave that boring party because of his few time drinking antics.

And when I pulled away from the hug, before I even COULD pull away, my best friend for the past 8 years kissed me.

And somehow, everything changed.

Now I'm here retelling the story that nearly ruined me, about the man who nearly ruined me.

I'm not fully sure, even today, how we got to the point we did. There are so many things he never fully explained to me and so many things I never even thought to ask. It might have something to do with the logical fact that none of what happened should even have been possible. There were too many leaps of faith he took before he landed right in front of me.

Looking back on it now, and even occasionally at the time, I can she just how many mistakes I made. How stupid I was.

How I so easily pushed aside reason and let him warp himself right in front of me to a person I could no longer recognize. Hell, let's be real. I never recognized him. Not once.

But I couldn't start from the actual beginning, because even though the story of it all needed to be told right, I'm not very good at listening. So I started from the night where everything started to happen.

He always loved a good story. Let's hope mine isn't his happy ending.

____________________________________________________

Oh and by the way? It'd been six years since I last saw him.