Hey guys! Very quick update for you since I got crazy inspired last night and wrote another chapter. I usually would have waited a few days to post - 'cause I love to read your reviews first - but I loved it so much I figured I'd just do it now. Oh, and I'm not sure if many of you have listened to the songs featured in the chapters when reading, I just assume everybody copies the lyrics into Google and listens to the songs like I do... Anyways, if you haven't been doing that (which you should hehe) you need to do that for this chapter. Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups.

September POV

I slipped out today, I couldn't stand being in Katie's apartment much longer. Oh wait, they call them flats here... Whatever. The point is, there were too many pictures and familiarities there for me to handle. They like the same tea, they eat the same cookies, they even have some of the same little quirks; Em and Katie. And as much as Katie hated to admit it, I know she missed Emily. I think, just as much as I did. There were many pictures of them together hung around the flat, and I've never once seen one with her and someone who wasn't family. It was strange, seeing Katie be 'family oriented'. I hadn't gotten the vibe from her that she was close to her family, or in this case her mom. Never the less, all the pictures of the twins smiling together, and one of her visits to New York in particular; was enough to drive me insane. It was one of all three of us, Katie had visited over Christmas and we decided to take Katie on one of those horse buggy rides through Central Park. She loved it, for reasons I'm still not quite sure of, and decided to take one of those cheesy 'hold the camera above your head so you're double chin doesn't show facebook pictures' of us. I didn't mind it, but that moment in time where Katie is smiling like a loon, Em is looking at me like she's about to burst out laughing, and I'm looking back at Emily with a genuine smile; let's just say it makes things harder.

I had gone back to that bar I met that girl Effy at a few times, and got to know the owner. He was rough, but actually kind of nice. The place played music that I liked, and I noticed they had a kind of mini-stage. He told me that they hold live sets there every Friday, so I had decided to ask the guy if I could play there tonight. He graciously agreed, so before I headed out to the bar, guitar in one hand and amp in the other; I scribbled a little note to Katie on the fridge mirror.

Hey, went out to do a bit of a show at Emarosa's, come out if you want. Set starts at 9 - S

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When I arrived, there wasn't many people at the bar. I was glad for that, but still decided to take a nerve easing shot of Whiskey just to be sure. When did I start using alcohol to cure my anxiety? As I'm setting up, this guy with a big scruffy beard and a black Sick Puppies tshirt comes over and asks me if I want any help; among other things. Guys are never very subtle, obviously, but over here I don't think it's as much about subtlty as it is about being blunt. So, I had to be blunt back, kindly turn down his help offer, and tell him as gently as I could that I didn't want to 'willy waggle' as he put it. He laughed, asked me if I was a lesbian - which I aknowledged - and he went back about his buisness shaking his head and mumbling something under his breath. I turn my attention back to my insane amount of electrical chords, when I see a familliar pair of converse standing off to the left of my perriferal. I want to ignore it, but my brother didn't raise me with a rude bone in my body. So I look up, and am looking into familliar blue eyes. I'm surprised to see that they arn't flashing with smugness like they were last time we met, but that doesn't mean I'm going to greet her with a hug either. So I just give her a small smile, followed by a nod and go back about my buisness. I see her shoes, laces flipping about with every step she takes, until she rests her knees on the floor beside me. I look up then, and she is still looking at me. I know she isn't about to say anything, like this is her desperate attempt at a mimed apology, so I just point to her left and say:

"Could you pull over that plug for me?"

She smiles then, and does as I ask without saying a word. And it's strange, feeling like we're having an entire conversation in our heads; just the two of us. But, I'm hardly aprude to the idea, because everyone is complicated. Everyone has and shows different sides, my curiousity lies within wondering which one that I've witnessed is the true one. She pulls the chord over to me, and I give her a small "Thanks" before lowering my head again. I see her sit back on her legs, and look around at my 'masterpiece' of a mess I've created, wires everywhere, stool in the middle, mic on the floor and my amp placed firmly next to it. She speaks for the first time in what sounds like days, because her voice cracks as she says "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." And I know she is talking about our last encounter, and the fact that Emily and I are no longer an item. And it sucks, having to be openly reminded, because at least Katie doesn't actually say it. I shrug at her, and instinctively my face tightens into a meek smile, because it's the only thing I can manage. She scans the room again, and rocks effortlessly back onto her knees again, before she leans into my ear and whispers:

"You'll be fine babe, I have faith in you."

And with that, she is gone. Like a ghost, that only I've seen. She moves about like no one can see her, and in all honesty I don't think anyone can unless she wants them to. She disappears into the crowd, and for some reason I'm frozen. I haven't moved from the spot where I kneel, and eventually it's Katie that brings me out of my bewilderment enduced haze.

"Babes, Hey! I'm not too late am I? I just got home and read your note"

"No" I smile "You're not late. I'm almost done. Have a seat, I'll be starting in a few minutes"

She looks around awkwardly for a seat, and says tentativly "You couldn't have picked a nicer bar, hun?"

I've Gotta hand it to her, she really hates being out of her element. I playfully squeeze her shoulder and point to a stool next to the stage.

"Sit!" I nod towards it.

"Ugh, fine! But if I like, catch rabis from a rusty nail or something, it's on you"

Oh, Katie. I love you sometimes.

"Tetnus" I reply playfully.

She shoots me a confused look, and goes to speak again when I motion over to the stool again and say quickly "You're gonna make me late! Just, go sit you goof"

She smiles and shakes her head at me - in the way only Katie knows how to do - before she quickly wipes her hand across the seat, which makes her instinctively wipe her hand on her expensive blouse; before taking a hesitant seat on the barstool. I do a quick sound check of the mic, which lets out one of those irritating sqreeching noises, and my guitar. Everything is up to par, so I move the stool off to the side of the stage, fling my guitar strap over my head, and position the mic to the proper height. I take a deep breath, and I find myself scanning the bar for someone; though I don't know for whom or why.

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Effy POV

Naomi is a twat. Not only did she never return from promising me caffeine, but she bailed on our plans tonight. We were supposed to go out together, but of course she had to bump into Emily Fitch. I mean, seriously. Britain is a big place, how the fuck do they keep 'running into' each other? I'm actually shocked that Emily was giving Naomi another chance to be honest. I thought it was rather quick, concidering she had been with this other girl for the better part of the last three years. That's why I don't allow people in, because they fuck you over; even if they don't mean to. I know Emily, I know she is a sweetheart, but I just don't agree with it. What good is living if you leave a trail of dead behind you?

Being alone with little time to prepare for the silence of it, I decide to head out to one of my favourite pubs. They have live shows every Friday and I quite enjoy it. Sometimes they have shitty pre-pubescent androgenous teenagers jumping around the stage with their acne about to pop at any second; but sometimes they have good shows too. A few years back I got to see Ed Sheeran preform here, before he got famous of course.

I push open the doors to the pub, walk right up to the barman and send him a little wink so he knows what I want. I come here so often that I'm concidered a regular, and I seem to have stuck in the barmans' head because I'm sure to be the only one here that orders a non-alcoholic beverage. I can't drink anymore, because it's dangerous to mix it with my medication. I feel better now, I went back to the doctors and am now happily seeing the world normally again. Though, I do miss my little emo pirate duck friends that used to follow me around, they were quite entertaining.

I look around and see a girl hunched over the stage, fiddling with something. Then, I see some big burly guy stumble up to her and he looks like a big bear, sniffing around a campsite looking for something to either eat or shag. I assume he is turned down, because he wanders off, scratching his beard like an ape and mumbles 'fucking lesbians' under his breath.

Ha, he was rejected. Tosser.

I walk over to the girl, because let's face it. If she's hot, I'm in the mood for a good snog, and utterly irrisistable to the population. Then, I register who she is. FuckingWankShite, its September. I know Emily is out of the picture, or at least I hope she is since I have insider information that she is currently pre-occupied on a date with Naomi. So, my empathy getting the best of me, I walk over to her. She sends a weak smile my way, before busying herself again, I and crouch down next to her.

I still don't get it, she is utterly resistant to me, because as she looks up at me; the 'I want to fuck your brains out' face that is incessantly plastered on everyone's face that I come in contact with is non-exhistant. I want to slap myself in the face when the words "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." come out of my stuipid mouth, because it is too many words. they mean too much for my liking. I just apologised for our meeting that I still can't quite recall, I apologised for the way things ended up with her and Emily, and I apologised for the fact that she is here while Emily is off with Naomi. Rub it in her face, why don't you. But, she just smiles at me and asks me to pass her a power chord, which feels like her way of resolve. I'm not used to these kind of interactions, where I'm knocked off my A game. People are simple, people are easy. They're transparent, but for some reason - to me - September is as opaque as a brick wall. And it makes me uncomfortable. So, I do the only thing I know how to do, I lean in to her, and whisper into her ear. It starts out as a desperate attempt at regaining some control by trifling with her, and turns into sincierity as I husk out the words "You'll be fine babe, I have faith in you".

Before she has time to react to my confession, I'm long gone. I don't know why I just did that, and I'm not about to hang around to hear her question what the fuck is up with me. Because I do have faith in her, I have faith that she is going to be okay, that she is strong and is going to pull through. But I never say things like that, I never strip my words down so they are raw and bare, because that just leaves me raw and bare. I grab another drink, as if the cool bubbly sensation of Fizzy Vimto is going to somehow calm my nerves.

I chance a quick look in the direction I left September, and see she is about ready to preform. I am extremely curious as to her talants, so I inch my way closer to the stage. As I move, I notice her looking around the room. Her eyes scan, until they fall on me. She lets out a crooked smile then, and turns on her guitar to full blast.

"This song belongs to Silversun Pickups, I hope you enjoy"

She starts to strum and the fuzzy distorted tone floods out into the room, silencing any conversations around. I move around people, closer and closer, and I imagine I look somewhat like a vulture; stalking and getting closer with each passing breath. She strums heavier on the guitar now, making the sound fill all the empty space that was left around the room. She starts to belt out some lyrics, and the sound iminating from her mouth is a surprisingly scratchier tone than I had been expecting. I like it.

I've been waiting

I've been waiting for this moment all my life

But it's not quite right

She steps back from the mic, takes a short time out from strumming so she can meticulously pick at a few strings, before moving swiftly back to the mic and flips the hair out of her eyes before continuing.

And this 'real'

It's impossible if possible

At who's blind word

So clear but so unheard

She steps back again - this time picking at several different strings faster this time - belts out a few more lyrics before I find myself standing right infront of her. Don't ask me how I got here, because I haven't the slightest clue. I don't realize at the time, but I start swinging my body in time to the music, slowly swaying with each passing beat while she plays along; and I notice the crowd is doing the same now. Some are bouncing up and down, and some are animatedly bobbing their heads. I haven't taken my eyes off her, and I'm lost completely when her voice changes from the soft husks to full out angry scratching:

Lost and loaded!

Still the same 'ol decent lazy eye

Straight through your gaze!

The crowd is full out jumping now, and I am fully aware I'm not blending in with the way I'm just standing here - head bobbing - and staring like a transfixed zombie.

That's why I said I relate!

I said we relate,

It's so fun to relate!

She steps back again, and is all smiles while she scans around the crowd of people bouncing about infront of her, as she plucks out another few strings quickly paced together. Her gaze fixes on me then, and she moves her face back to the mic without breaking eye contact with me before returning to her normal singing voice and manages a husky out-of-breath attempt at the last few words, eyes closed:

I've been waiting

I've been waiting for this moment...

*Relieved sigh* I love this chapter. Seriously. Love. How about you? You guys know how much I love reviews, so let me know, okay? Please?

And the booth is still open for those of you kind enough to give me some ideas for Naomi's redemption date.

Xo Violet