It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
You Had Your Chance.
Alex's POV.
The music was blaring through the small apartment.
I should have known someone would throw a party once we got home.
I don't know why we still had them.
So much shit happens.
Either someone kisses someone elses girlfriend or gets arrested or something like that.
There were so many people here tonight.
Some I didn't even know.
Everyone was either drinking a beer or making out on a remotely empty couch.
Bob, Ray, and Frank and gone into the tight kitchen.
They slowly drank and talked while occasionally moving with the loud music.
I stared around at the many unfamiliar faces.
I stopped at two faces I did know: Gerard and Ashe's.
I saw both of them holding a beer.
Seeing Gerard with one wasn't shocking, it was seeing Ashe with one that was.
Gerard was completely drunk, making me feel bad for Ashe.
She had to go through this every time there was an after-tour party.
I started to look around again and stopped yet again when I met Mikey's eyes.
He walked over to me, putting down the bottle he was drinking from.
"Hey," he practically shouted.
"Hi," I had to shout back.
"I can't really hear you," he said over the loud music.
"Let's go into another room," he stated.
He flipped his wrist motioning for me to follow as we headed for Gerard and Ashe's room.
We sat on their bed, Mikey first closing the door.
"That's much better," he said.
"Yeah, much," I said back.
"So, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"Better, but I know I'll feel terrible again tomorrow from this party."
"I hear you."
We were staring at each other during the awkward silence.
The walls and floor were vibrating in the room.
I looked into Mikey's eyes, quickly looking towards the ground.
I stood up, making a move to go back to the party.
Mikey also stood up, standing close to me.
He slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close.
I once again looked into his eyes.
I rested my arms on his shoulders.
Our faces moved closer.
Both of our noses touched, each of us feeling the other's breathing.
As we prepared to move the last few centimeters, my heart pounding, Bob yelled for me from the other side of the door.
I broke from Mikey's hold, putting my hand on the door knob.
"Sorry, Mikey," I whispered.
He just looked down as I walked out.
I couldn't believe myself.
The music was blaring through the small apartment.
I should have known someone would throw a party once we got home.
I don't know why we still had them.
So much shit happens.
Either someone kisses someone elses girlfriend or gets arrested or something like that.
There were so many people here tonight.
Some I didn't even know.
Everyone was either drinking a beer or making out on a remotely empty couch.
Bob, Ray, and Frank and gone into the tight kitchen.
They slowly drank and talked while occasionally moving with the loud music.
I stared around at the many unfamiliar faces.
I stopped at two faces I did know: Gerard and Ashe's.
I saw both of them holding a beer.
Seeing Gerard with one wasn't shocking, it was seeing Ashe with one that was.
Gerard was completely drunk, making me feel bad for Ashe.
She had to go through this every time there was an after-tour party.
I started to look around again and stopped yet again when I met Mikey's eyes.
He walked over to me, putting down the bottle he was drinking from.
"Hey," he practically shouted.
"Hi," I had to shout back.
"I can't really hear you," he said over the loud music.
"Let's go into another room," he stated.
He flipped his wrist motioning for me to follow as we headed for Gerard and Ashe's room.
We sat on their bed, Mikey first closing the door.
"That's much better," he said.
"Yeah, much," I said back.
"So, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"Better, but I know I'll feel terrible again tomorrow from this party."
"I hear you."
We were staring at each other during the awkward silence.
The walls and floor were vibrating in the room.
I looked into Mikey's eyes, quickly looking towards the ground.
I stood up, making a move to go back to the party.
Mikey also stood up, standing close to me.
He slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close.
I once again looked into his eyes.
I rested my arms on his shoulders.
Our faces moved closer.
Both of our noses touched, each of us feeling the other's breathing.
As we prepared to move the last few centimeters, my heart pounding, Bob yelled for me from the other side of the door.
I broke from Mikey's hold, putting my hand on the door knob.
"Sorry, Mikey," I whispered.
He just looked down as I walked out.
I couldn't believe myself.