The Last Punch

Jaime must’ve carried me to my bed because as my eyes fluttered open I saw the curtain to my bunk. I quickly reached for the little nook where my phone usually is, I only found a pack of smokes, money, and my lighter. Dazed and confused I then noticed it was right next to me. I hit the home button and the light from the screen filled the bunk. It was 5:30 AM and I could hear that the bus was not moving. I quickly sat up and hit my head on the bunk above. I let out a whimper and by instinct I let out a swear. I heard people stirring in the bunks and I whispered sorry.
“You okay Al?” Emme sleepily asked from the bunk next to mine.
“I’m fine Em, go back to sleep..” I told her quietly. Even though I told her that I didn’t do the same. I quietly hopped out of my bunk and made sure everyone was asleep. I grabbed some new clothes and headed for the shower. As the hot water pelted me I began to think. Thinking of Connor and that first time we met. The great times we had together and the day that I left to help the band. I let my mind wander and what felt like 10 minutes was certainly longer. I got out of the shower, dried off myself, and got ready. Fluently putting on my makeup and doing my hair. When I got out everyone was still in their bunks and I could hear Vic snoring, Mike mumbling, and Emme tossing and turning. Tony as always was still as a stone.
I threw my clothes back into my bag and grabbed my pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the nook in my bunk. I made my way out of the front of the bus and leaned up against it. Pulling a cancer stick out of the package I lit it in my craving fingers. I put it up to my lips and took a long drag. I pulled out my phone and started going through Instagram. I browsed the PTV tag and I saw so many pictures of last night. As I scrolled down I came across a picture that had been reposted many times. There was a picture of Tony and I and a picture of Mike and I.
~The top of the picture said: “Caption this with who Alexandria should get back with!!”
~The caption: "I think Tony!! I mean Alex did just break up with him for nothing!”
I looked at every photo… And it was surprising how many said Mike. They said he has changed and he deserves a second chance. But most said Tony, for the “fact” that “he didn’t do anything”. I have no urge to take either of them back.. And that’s all that matters. As I got more and more worked up I noticed that I was taking more and more drags. I threw the burnt out cigarette on the ground and decided to walk around a bit. I pulled out another stick and lit it. As I walked around the area I played my music on shuffle. First up: I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie.
As the guitar started to play I thought of Connor and I. He had deemed this "our song”. I could feel my eyes swelling up with tears. I quickly brought the filter to my lips and took a long drag to suppress my urges to cry. I soon got out of the venue and started to walk around. I found a nice curb and sat on it. Still taking long drags to stop the tears from flowing. I brought my phone up and looked at the time. 7:00.
“It’s gonna be a long day..” I said out-loud, laying down on the pavement behind me. I closed my eyes and blew out smoke.
“Yeah…” I heard the English accent of the one, and only..
“Mel?” My eyes shot open to see her standing over me. She let out her signature smile and took the cigarette out of my hand. I sat up and she sat next to me. She took a drag and I looked at her in amazement.
“What’re you doing here?” I asked.
“Just thought you needed some support.. Some of that moral support shit.. Like cause Connor. Ya’ know?” She look a long drag and flicked the butt away. As she blew out I took out my phone and took a picture of the smoke.
“Em’s gonna love to see you.” I mentioned quietly.
“Got another fag?” Mel asked pointing to the closed carton on the sidewalk. I shrugged and she opened it. “Nope.” She got up to throw it away.
“Isn’t there a beginner’s shoot today?” I said looking at her.
“Yeah, but it’s in bloody Vermont.” She sighed and I did the same.
“I wish I could be there to see the talent we might have coming for us.”
“Yeah, but no one as young as us is as good as us…” Mel sat back down and started to play with my lighter. As the fire appeared she would fly her hand through it, over it, and set random stuff on fire.
“True.. Wanna walk for a bit?” I suggested getting up and holding out a hand.
“Always.” She took my hands and pulled herself up. We walked and walked, just talking about random things. I was relieved to have someone like Mel to talk to. I mean I have Emme but I haven't really gotten to know her all that well, Mel knows her more than I. With music still in the background we walked for an hour. It was 8:00 when we made it back and I could hear laughing coming from behind the venue.
"The bands awake?" Mel asked looking in that direction.
"Probably.. I mean the whole day we just kinda hang out, set up, get used to the place and get shit done. Wait are you staying here?” I shot Mel a quick look.
“I don’t have a place to stay.. And I have to watch Ghost.” She laughed and kissed my cheek. "Bye.”
I shot awake to the sound of people laughing. Fuck I wish Mel was here...

Notes

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