Kiss Me Through The Window
As The Sun Went Down
I was minding my own business, taking shot after shot, when I decided to go into the mosh pit to hang with my friends from OM&M. That's it. And then Taylor fucking Momsen appears and kisses me! I mean, seriously! I heard Tony approaching and then the sound of breaking glass. I pushed her off me, screaming a long line of profanities. She gave me a dirty look and flipped me off.
'I thought you were cool, man.' She then turned around and promptly started shoving her tongue down another guy's throat. I chased after my Turtle, my Tony and looked around. He was nowhere to be found. Instead, I found Jaime, who looked like he was going to beat me up. He grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. As soon as we were, he punched my stomach. With all the wind knocked out of me, I fell to my knees.
'Seriously, dude? Tony? WTF? Why did you have to go and make his life miserable! And with Taylor!' Jaime started shouting at me.
'Hey, Jaime. I wasn't kissing Taylor. I was with Alan and Austin. Just ask them. Okay?' I managed to spit out the words before Jaime started attacking me again. Jaime texted Vic to go and find Alan and Austin and ask them what had happened.
'Do you know where Tone's gone?' I asked.
'No, you little...' Jaime trailed off, mumbling words under his breath. After a few minutes I got my breath back and Jaime's phone started going off. As Jaime answered it, his look of anger faded.
He turned to me, his eyes showing me an apology. I waved him off as he started to speak.
'Find Tony, please.' He nodded grimly, saying goodbye to Vic and dialing Tony's number. As they said "I love you" to each other, I thought about how badly I wanted to say that to Tony. I drifted off, thinking about my little Turtle, when Jaime's phone shattered into a million pieces at my feet.
'Jaime!' I said. 'What was that for?'
'He didn't pick up, Mike. He's gone.'
I remember when Tony and Jaime first came to the band. Jaime had filled us in on how he had had a bad childhood. He had almost gone the whole way, when Jaime had found him. He showed him music, and his dark days were put behind him. But they still nagged him, at the very edge of his conscious. I dropped to my knees, my hands feverishly trying to put the phone back together again. I couldn't lose Tony. I just couldn't.
I ran out of the club, stumbling and tripping. I could feel people's eyes on me, watching my every move. I felt the tears running down my face, no matter how hard I tried to keep them in. Furious, I brushed them away. I stopped at a bush, and everyone turned away. I was just another over-emotional drunk guy. I leant over, struggling to take in air.
I straightened up again, hearing Mike's voice yelling my name. I sprinted away. I didn't want him anywhere near me. I continued on for a while. I didn't care which direction I was headed in. Just as long as it was away from the lights.
I heard the music become fainter, until I was straining my ears to hear it. Satisfied I was as far away from the party-goers, I turned an alleyway and rested my back against the building wall. Sliding down to the ground, I ended up with my knees around my ears.
Putting my head in my hands, I let my tears fall freely. My phone rang, and checking the caller ID, I saw it was Jaime. I tossed the phone away, where it burst into a million pieces. I didn't need his sympathy or friendship right now.