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This Town

Chapter five

It wasn’t a date so what the hell was I supposed to wear? I didn’t even know where we were going. Regardless, I could only assume that the sweats and tank top I was already in wouldn’t be appropriate. With mild agitation, I snatched a pair of skinny jeans and a loose fitting top from my closet and took a quick shower.

I was slipping a pair of wedges on when Alan, I assumed, knocked on the front door. I was never one to wear makeup so that had cut getting ready in half, all I had to do was wait for my hair to dry so I could do something with it but it was still slightly damp.

“I just have to do my hair and then we can go,” I told Alan as I answered the door and let him inside.

“You look nice. Just grab your purse and let’s go,” he replied with an excited grin. I gave him an unsure look and he nodded eagerly.

“Fine,” I caved and ventured upstairs to grab my purse. I was about to go back downstairs but backtracked quickly and went into my main bathroom. I grabbed my pills bottles and set them in a line across the counter.

“Can I ask why you take all those pills?” Alan asked unexpectedly. I jumped and ended up spilling some of my Clozapine pills on the floor. “Here you go.” I took the pills from Alan and smiled sadly at him. I had yet to answer his question. Instead I poured one Clozapine, one Xanax, and two Prozac into my palm and swallowed them dry.

“I’ll explain at dinner,” I finally responded then walked out of the bathroom. I waited for Alan by the front door then locked it behind me once we were outside. “Nice car,” I commented. He drove a white Mercedes c400.

“What do you drive?” He asked curiously. I was pretty sure he was only asking because I was a woman who knew cars.

“An Audi AMG GT,” I replied like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Liar,” Alan challenged with a smirk. I raised my eyebrows at him then went over to my garage. I pressed the button beside it and walked the door open slowly and revealed my pride and joy. “We’re taking your car and I’m driving.”






“So where are we going?” I asked curiously as I messed with my radio. At first I was worried about Alan driving my car but he handled her carefully and responsibly. Once I found a station I liked I sat sideways and propped my feet on the door.

“There’s a small restaurant not far from the ocean that I like to go to. They have some bomb ass food. I take Austin there all the time for our dates,” Alan replied.

“So you and Austin huh?” I teased. I was more than sure that he was joking but then again you never know.

“Oh definitely,” Alan said seriously then bursted into laughter. “Nah, he’s just my best friend.”

“I can tell.” We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant a few minutes later and like an awkward gentleman Alan held my door open for me and helped me out of my car. We walked side by side into the restaurant was greeted by an incredibly cheerful hostess.

“Welcome to Watertable! Would you like your usual spot Mr. Ashby?” The hostess looked over at me then back at Alan with a slightly confused look.

“Austin was busy and I made a new friend,” he explained. “And yes my usual spot is fine.”

“You weren’t kidding about the dates,” I joked. Alan snorted and shook his head. We followed the hostess to a table in the corner that had a magnificent view of the ocean and sat down across from each other.

I picked up my menu and looked through it. At first the only thing that popped out at me were the prices. I looked up at Alan and he immediately shook his head at me and gave a “don’t worry about it” expression. I opened my mouth to speak my concern but he lifted his menu in front of his face and acted like I couldn’t see him.

“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” A waiter asked with a small smile. He wasn’t as cheerful as the hostess, but I wasn’t complaining.

“I’ll have a glass of pinot grigio,” Alan said immediately. The waiter jotted it down then looked over at me.

“I’ll have a sweet ice tea please.” Our waiter smiled at us then quickly went to put in our drink orders. I went back to looking through my menu but could feel Alan staring at me. “What?” I asked without looking up at him.

“Are you sure you don’t any wine or anything?” He asked, “If you’re worried about the price it’s really not a big deal.”

“Trying to get me drunk Alan?” I teased with a smirk. “I can’t have alcohol with my medication.” I looked up at him and he was nodding and had a thoughtful expression on his face. “So, what scenarios have you come up with so far?” I must’ve been on the nose because he looked down sheepishly.

“They all end with the same conclusion: you had something you needed help dealing with just like everyone else,” he admitted. I was bit surprised by his answer. I had never really thought of it that way. I just always thought I was either crazy or weak.

“When I was six I went through an extremely traumatic experience and I developed schizophrenia because of it. With the schizophrenia came the insomnia, the panic attacks, and the bipolar depression. By the time I was fourteen I was an alcoholic and a drug addict; I was self-medicating. I tried to kill myself once when I fifteen, once when I seventeen, and twice when I was nineteen. After the last time, my family admitted me into a mental hospital. I just got released yesterday.” I felt lighter after admitting, somewhat, what had happened to me. Dr. Greenfield would be proud.

I expected Alan to run for the hills but instead he surprised me. He got up from his seat and embraced me tightly. I was tense for a moment but gradually relaxed and hugged him back. “I’m so sorry for being nosy.” He looked like he was going to cry.

“No, it’s okay. My psychiatrist will actually be happy to know that I opened up to someone a little bit.”

“Are you guys ready to order?” Our waiter asked having returned with our drinks. Alan looked over at me and I nodded.

“I’ll have the pan-roasted salmon please,” I ordered with a smile and handed him my menu.

“I’ll have the same,” Alan said immediately and handed over his menu as well. When the waiter was gone, Alan looked back at me. “I have a question. Well two questions actually.”

“And I might have two answers,” I chuckled then sipped my tea.

“Can we be best friends? I love Austin and all, but he gets boring sometimes and I think you’re pretty cool. Don’t tell him that though,” Alan asked quickly and his cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. I pretended to think about it then smiled brightly.

“Of course we can be best friends. What’s your second question?” Alan suddenly turned from embarrassed to hesitant. I had a feeling I knew what the question was and I wasn’t sure I was ready to answer it.

“What happened when you were six? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to!” I pursed my lips and shook my head a couple of times.

“That’s a conversation for later,” I replied with a small smile. Alan respected my answer and quickly returned to his happy go lucky nature.






“Do you want to have a slumber party?” I asked randomly as I drove down the highway toward my house. He wasn’t drunk, but Alan decided that he didn’t want to risk driving since he did have three glasses of wine.

“What?” He snorted.

“Slumber party. Do you want to have one? I can’t remember the last time I had a slumber party and I don’t exactly have any girls I can ask,” I repeated.

“Sure! I don’t think I’ve ever had a girly sleepover before,” Alan agreed.

“A girly sleepover?” I questioned. What the hell was a girly sleepover?

“Yeah you know where we do each other’s makeup and try on each other’s clothes.”

“That’s not at all what I meant, but now we’re totally going to do it.”

“Here’s to a fun night with my new best friend,” Alan announced and fist bumped me. Who knew making a friend could be so easy?

Notes

Well, Saint and Alan have officially declared their friendship. I'm actually incredibly happy for my little bean. But when Alan finds out what happened to her when she was a kid then he might actually go running for the hills. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and had at least a decent Thanksgiving. I know some people's Thanksgiving weren't exactly family friendly due to opinions on the election.

The next chapter will time skipped a few weeks.

Thanks for reading,
perpetual

Comments

@Mrs.Brightside

I wanted to be as accurate as I could when it came to the tour everyone is on so I figured I'd add them in. There will be some mentions of Volumes too but I don't listen to them so they won't be as involved since I'm not familiar with their music.

perpetual perpetual
12/25/16

I love the fact you added CTE. I love them so much. And I've only been to one concert without my mom too and that was Pierce The Veil, haha.

@perpetual
It's really no problem :D