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I wasn’t really sure exactly why I had been transferred, but the switch proved to be a great choice as I had the opportunity to further my career and meet up with some pretty awesome people at the same time. Two months later, I found myself back in Chicago, actually thankful that I was home, for once. Being out on the road had me sometimes questioning why I even had an apartment here. I was gone for at least 200 days out of the year and the other 165 days were more than likely still not spent here, as I liked to keep myself busy around town. Today, however, was one of those rare occurrences where I opted to spend my first day back on my couch, eating ice cream in my pajamas. I had been surfing the internet on my laptop for the past hour when a door creek was heard, signaling a sign-on from my AIM buddy list. I didn’t bother to check who it was, finding that I never really talked to anybody on AIM anymore. Directing my eyes back up to my TV for a moment, I smiled as a new episode of South Park began. A ring emitted from my laptop however and I glanced down to see a pop-up from AIM with a very familiar screen name.
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself and remembered that I probably hadn’t talked to my dear friend Dirty in a long time. Me and Dirty had been close friends for almost five years now, and in all honesty, it really was because of him that I decided to pursue the career of a backstage roadie girl. But that is a whole different story.
Not a moment later my phone started to belt out Turning Japanese, it vibrating against my glass coffee table annoyingly. I answered it quickly and smiled to myself as I heard one of my many nicknames screamed into the receiver.
“ÉLIE!”
“Hello, Dirty, what’s up?” I asked. Dirty sighed and I heard some shuffling in the background.
“Nothing much, but I’m glad I caught you,” he paused for a moment. “I’m going out with Pete tonight and I think you should come because Elizabeth can’t,” I creased my eyebrows together, a little confused. I knew that Elizabeth was his girlfriend, but had to think about the other name for a moment.
“Who?” I asked. Dirty laughed.
“Wentz, you know, Fall Out Boy?” he asked. I let out a knowing oh, and nodded once. I always seemed to forget Dirty was their personal merch/roadie/friend guy. I shrugged to myself and hummed into the phone.
“I don’t know, Dirty, you know how I feel about hanging out with bands,” I mumbled. He just laughed at my comment.
“I don’t give a shit, you are coming out with us,”
I sighed as he suddenly hung up and shook my head again, still amazed at how juvenile her friend acted and yet how he still managed to father a child. I figured I might as well get ready and drifted off to my bedroom, grabbing my purse off my bed and stuffing it with my belongings before going back to my laptop and bringing up a new Twitter post.
Smiling to myself, I spent the next few minutes checking out tour photos before my doorbell rang repeatedly along with frantic knocks. I laughed out and grabbed my purse and walked over to open in. Dirty jumped inside, immediately ambushing me with a large bear-hug that had my elbows pushed against his chest, my hands up against his chin and neck.
“OH! I missed you!” he yelled and picked me up, twirling me around. Once placed down, I beamed at Dirty’s somewhat cleaned up appearance.
“Dirty, I missed you too,”
Dirty and I left after this, as he explained we only had a half an hour to meet up with his friend because there was a show tonight that the two of them were going to. I was confused as to why we were even going out then, but figured Dirty knew what he was doing. Arriving at the small diner I saw that the place was pretty much deserted, with the exception of a few teenaged girls in the back booth. Dirty and I sat down in one on the opposite side and Dirty immediately picked up his hoodie and covered his head with it, shifting his eyes.
“What?” I questioned, laughing slightly. Dirty smirked.
“I don’t like getting ambushed,” he mumbled. I nodded knowingly and decided to keep my hands busy by glancing at the desert menu that was standing behind the napkin dispenser. The bell above the door rang out and I glanced up only when Dirty looked to his left when a body stood at the end of the table.
“Yo, man, I thought we said no chicks today,”
I blinked up at Dirty’s friend and suddenly felt stupid for not realizing which Pete Dirty had been talking about. I instantly recognized him and smirked slightly as he observed me.
“I can leave if you want me to,” I joked, looking back at Dirty. He rolled his eyes and I scooted over as Pete slid in next to me, dropping his keys and phone on the table before pushing back his hood and smiling at Dirty.
“Who is she anyways?” he asked. I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering why he didn’t just ask me.
“Élie,” Dirty responded and Pete glanced to me.
“Élie?” he questioned. I nodded once.
“It’s actually Aurélie, but Dirty just calls me Élie because he likes to be different,” I explained. Pete nodded knowingly but creased his eyebrows together.
“What can I call you?” he asked. I shrugged.
“Whatever, I don’t care,” I mumbled. Pete shrugged.
“What’s your middle name?”
“Uh,” I looked at him skeptically, but Dirty urged me to answer him with his eyes. I rolled my own before sighing. “Jeanette,” I finally spoke. Pete smiled to himself.
“Then I’ll call you Jeanie,” he concluded and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his remark. Dirty joined in momentarily but Pete just shook his head at us.
“How long have you known each other?”
“Five years,” Dirty answered, making Pete widen his eyes.
“Five years and I never met her?” he seemed surprised. “I met Elizabeth like four days after you started dating!”
I laughed at him and shifted as the waiter finally came to us, quickly taking our orders and distracting us from our conversation. The moment she disappeared though, Pete jumped right back into his interrogation.
“How did you meet Dirty?” he inquired. Dirty chuckled softly and I bit my lip to stifle my own. Pete raised an eyebrow at me and I grinned.
“It was at one of your shows when you guys were really small and were doing small club tours,” I paused and Dirty leaned back with an amused expression. “Dirty was using one of those t-shirt gun things but I guess didn’t really know how to use it because one hit me in the head and I passed out in the crowd,”
Pete burst out in laughter after this and looked over to Dirty, slamming his hands on the table slightly.
“Oh, that’s great!” he managed out between laughs. Dirty joined him.
“I felt really bad and went with her to the hospital, don’t you remember me leaving?” he asked Pete. Pete shrugged and lifted his hands slightly.
“Dude, I barely remember last week, let alone five years ago,” he commented. Dirty rolled his eyes and looked to me.
“Well, sitting in the hospital with her we kind of were able to laugh it off and we became friends,” he finished. Pete nodded and looked over at me again.
“That’s cool,” he paused. “So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a roadie,” I giggled as Pete whipped his head back at Dirty.
“Dude!” he yelled somewhat. “She’s a fucking roadie too? Why hasn’t she gone on tour with us if you knew her?” he asked quickly. Dirty looked to me and I shrugged.
“I usually don’t stay on the entire leg of a tour, I jump around from state to state and do random things, it really depends on if somebody needs me,” I explained. Pete nodded knowingly but still held a look of shock.
“Still, you should come out with us next tour,” he offered a smile and I gave one back before out food arrived. “So what’s the last tour you did?”
“Well, I toured a little bit with Cobra-”
“Cobra Starship?!” Pete cut me off, sounding excited before taking a bite of his sandwich. I nodded, dipping one of my fries in the ketchup I had poured.
“Only for a little bit, it was this past March,” I explained. Pete laughed knowingly.
“Gabe said that was the best tour yet,”
“You know Gabe?” I asked. Pete nodded.
“He’s practically my brother,” he announced. I bit my lip lightly.
“Oh,” I breathed. Dirty smirked.
“Didn’t Gabe say that was the tour he met a girl?” he wondered aloud. I perked up an eyebrow. Pete nodded at him.
“Yeah, but he wouldn’t give me a name,” he cleared his throat after this and wiped his hands off on a napkin before looking down at his watch. “Speaking of Gabe, we’re supposed to be at the club so we can meet up with him before they play,”
“They are playing tonight?” I paused and tilted my head to the side. “It’s strange I didn’t hear about it,”
“It’s a secret show,” Dirty spoke and grinned. “It’s Pete’s specialty to organize them,” Pete beamed at his comment before scooting out of the booth and placing a few twenties on the table.
“This is on me, but we need to get going,” he looked to me and Dirty as we scooted out as well. “You coming as well, Jeanie?”
I nodded once, but couldn’t help but feel a little nervous at the thought of running into Gabe once again. I’ll be honest and tell you I never called him, and really never had the intention to. I mean, it was a one-night stand, right? Dirty led me back to the car and as soon as we were on our way, following Pete’s car ahead of us, I looked down at my phone and opened up Twitterberry, deciding to express my feelings to the internet instead of to my friend."""
I’m scared. This is why I don’t like run-ins. They always bring up how you change."""
*
I had decided to occupy the bar when we arrived at the club, Pete and Dirty both disappearing into the crowd while they waited for Gabe to show up. Wanting to make my first night back in Chicago a good one, I ordered myself two shots of coconut rum along with a beer and was now smiling contently down at my drinks.
“Hey beautiful,” I perked my eyebrows up at first before flipping my hair back lightly and turning my head to see who had made the comment. Instantly we both leaned back a little and I bit my tongue as Gabe widened his eyes at me. “Aurélie?”
“Gabe,” I responded and laughed a little uneasily, turning in my seat as he sat down in the barstool next to me, still taken back. He gulped and breathed a chuckle.
“Uh,” he clenched his teeth nervously. “Wow, I,” I decided to save him.
“You didn’t expect to see me here?” I offered. Gabe nodded once and tilted his head to the side.
“Are you working?” he asked. I shook my head.
“I’m here with-”
“Gabe!”
The two of us turned at this moment and I smiled as Dirty and Pete made their appearance, Pete engaging Gabe into a complicated looking handshake. Dirty eyed me before glancing at Gabe.
“Do you guys know each other?” he pushed. Gabe raised an eyebrow and I looked up at Dirty’s curious glance, one that was soon shared with Pete was well.
“Yeah,” he spoke slowly. I rolled my eyes.
“Uh, I worked backstage at their concerts, remember?” I asked. Gabe laughed, understanding where I was going.
“I hit on her,” he paused to glance at me again. “Just like I just did again now,” he finished. Pete rolled his eyes and pointed over to the backstage area.
“Well, backstage is booming with various bands that I think we should meet,” he shifted his eyes between the two of us. “But I’ll leave you be,” he smiled somewhat evilly and moved, tugging on Dirty’s arm for him to follow. The instant they were gone, Gabe scooted his barstool closer to me as more people crowded the area.
“So,” he started and I looked over at him. “You never called,” he bluntly started. I widened my eyes slightly and tilted my head slightly.
“I didn’t know I was obligated to do so,” I told him. Gabe pursed his lips together.
“Touché,” he looked down at one of my shot glasses. “Do you mind?” he asked. I shook my head and grabbed one, the two of us clinking glasses before shooting them back. Gabe eyed me afterwards and I blinked a couple of times.
“What?” I asked. Gabe shrugged.
“I thought about you,” he spoke, honestly.
“Really?” I questioned and he nodded.
“I wanted you to call because I wanted to take you out,” he explained. I looked down at my beer and took a small sip, glancing at him nervously.
“I thought it was just sex,” I mumbled. Gabe shrugged, tapping his hand against the bar.
“It might have been then, but I think I had a change of heart in the morning,” he joked. I laughed at him before shrugging.
“I’m sorry,” I offered. Gabe shrugged and stood up at this moment before pulling out a sharpie he had in his pocket and grabbing the napkin that was conveniently placed on the bar.
“Well this time, consider calling me,” he smiled as he scribbled and placed in my hand before turning away and walking towards the backstage area. I looked down at the digits and sighed, resting my head in my hand as I read what he had written, laughing slightly at his charm even in writing.
Aurélie. Sometimes pronounced by the men who pursue her: are-u-a-lay.
I glanced back up towards the crowd and found a gasp on my lips as I found Gabe looking back over at me, smiling softly before continuing back towards where Pete and Dirty were. I felt my guard fall slightly at his stare but shook my thoughts away. It would take a little more than sweet-talk to convince me. But secretly, I was hoping he would continue to do so. I was hooked.
ilovemyLIFEEEEE: ÉLIE! MY ÉLIE! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY HOME?!
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself and remembered that I probably hadn’t talked to my dear friend Dirty in a long time. Me and Dirty had been close friends for almost five years now, and in all honesty, it really was because of him that I decided to pursue the career of a backstage roadie girl. But that is a whole different story.
qofhearts: Dirty, my dear, yes, I am.
ilovemyLIFEEEEE: !!! Why haven’t you called me then? We need to hang out ASAP.
qofhearts: I just got home, really.
ilovemyLIFEEEEE: no excuse. I’m calling you right now.
qofhearts: ok
Not a moment later my phone started to belt out Turning Japanese, it vibrating against my glass coffee table annoyingly. I answered it quickly and smiled to myself as I heard one of my many nicknames screamed into the receiver.
“ÉLIE!”
“Hello, Dirty, what’s up?” I asked. Dirty sighed and I heard some shuffling in the background.
“Nothing much, but I’m glad I caught you,” he paused for a moment. “I’m going out with Pete tonight and I think you should come because Elizabeth can’t,” I creased my eyebrows together, a little confused. I knew that Elizabeth was his girlfriend, but had to think about the other name for a moment.
“Who?” I asked. Dirty laughed.
“Wentz, you know, Fall Out Boy?” he asked. I let out a knowing oh, and nodded once. I always seemed to forget Dirty was their personal merch/roadie/friend guy. I shrugged to myself and hummed into the phone.
“I don’t know, Dirty, you know how I feel about hanging out with bands,” I mumbled. He just laughed at my comment.
“I don’t give a shit, you are coming out with us,”
I sighed as he suddenly hung up and shook my head again, still amazed at how juvenile her friend acted and yet how he still managed to father a child. I figured I might as well get ready and drifted off to my bedroom, grabbing my purse off my bed and stuffing it with my belongings before going back to my laptop and bringing up a new Twitter post.
Going out with Jonathon, we’ll have a “Dirty” time, no doubt.
Smiling to myself, I spent the next few minutes checking out tour photos before my doorbell rang repeatedly along with frantic knocks. I laughed out and grabbed my purse and walked over to open in. Dirty jumped inside, immediately ambushing me with a large bear-hug that had my elbows pushed against his chest, my hands up against his chin and neck.
“OH! I missed you!” he yelled and picked me up, twirling me around. Once placed down, I beamed at Dirty’s somewhat cleaned up appearance.
“Dirty, I missed you too,”
Dirty and I left after this, as he explained we only had a half an hour to meet up with his friend because there was a show tonight that the two of them were going to. I was confused as to why we were even going out then, but figured Dirty knew what he was doing. Arriving at the small diner I saw that the place was pretty much deserted, with the exception of a few teenaged girls in the back booth. Dirty and I sat down in one on the opposite side and Dirty immediately picked up his hoodie and covered his head with it, shifting his eyes.
“What?” I questioned, laughing slightly. Dirty smirked.
“I don’t like getting ambushed,” he mumbled. I nodded knowingly and decided to keep my hands busy by glancing at the desert menu that was standing behind the napkin dispenser. The bell above the door rang out and I glanced up only when Dirty looked to his left when a body stood at the end of the table.
“Yo, man, I thought we said no chicks today,”
I blinked up at Dirty’s friend and suddenly felt stupid for not realizing which Pete Dirty had been talking about. I instantly recognized him and smirked slightly as he observed me.
“I can leave if you want me to,” I joked, looking back at Dirty. He rolled his eyes and I scooted over as Pete slid in next to me, dropping his keys and phone on the table before pushing back his hood and smiling at Dirty.
“Who is she anyways?” he asked. I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering why he didn’t just ask me.
“Élie,” Dirty responded and Pete glanced to me.
“Élie?” he questioned. I nodded once.
“It’s actually Aurélie, but Dirty just calls me Élie because he likes to be different,” I explained. Pete nodded knowingly but creased his eyebrows together.
“What can I call you?” he asked. I shrugged.
“Whatever, I don’t care,” I mumbled. Pete shrugged.
“What’s your middle name?”
“Uh,” I looked at him skeptically, but Dirty urged me to answer him with his eyes. I rolled my own before sighing. “Jeanette,” I finally spoke. Pete smiled to himself.
“Then I’ll call you Jeanie,” he concluded and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his remark. Dirty joined in momentarily but Pete just shook his head at us.
“How long have you known each other?”
“Five years,” Dirty answered, making Pete widen his eyes.
“Five years and I never met her?” he seemed surprised. “I met Elizabeth like four days after you started dating!”
I laughed at him and shifted as the waiter finally came to us, quickly taking our orders and distracting us from our conversation. The moment she disappeared though, Pete jumped right back into his interrogation.
“How did you meet Dirty?” he inquired. Dirty chuckled softly and I bit my lip to stifle my own. Pete raised an eyebrow at me and I grinned.
“It was at one of your shows when you guys were really small and were doing small club tours,” I paused and Dirty leaned back with an amused expression. “Dirty was using one of those t-shirt gun things but I guess didn’t really know how to use it because one hit me in the head and I passed out in the crowd,”
Pete burst out in laughter after this and looked over to Dirty, slamming his hands on the table slightly.
“Oh, that’s great!” he managed out between laughs. Dirty joined him.
“I felt really bad and went with her to the hospital, don’t you remember me leaving?” he asked Pete. Pete shrugged and lifted his hands slightly.
“Dude, I barely remember last week, let alone five years ago,” he commented. Dirty rolled his eyes and looked to me.
“Well, sitting in the hospital with her we kind of were able to laugh it off and we became friends,” he finished. Pete nodded and looked over at me again.
“That’s cool,” he paused. “So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a roadie,” I giggled as Pete whipped his head back at Dirty.
“Dude!” he yelled somewhat. “She’s a fucking roadie too? Why hasn’t she gone on tour with us if you knew her?” he asked quickly. Dirty looked to me and I shrugged.
“I usually don’t stay on the entire leg of a tour, I jump around from state to state and do random things, it really depends on if somebody needs me,” I explained. Pete nodded knowingly but still held a look of shock.
“Still, you should come out with us next tour,” he offered a smile and I gave one back before out food arrived. “So what’s the last tour you did?”
“Well, I toured a little bit with Cobra-”
“Cobra Starship?!” Pete cut me off, sounding excited before taking a bite of his sandwich. I nodded, dipping one of my fries in the ketchup I had poured.
“Only for a little bit, it was this past March,” I explained. Pete laughed knowingly.
“Gabe said that was the best tour yet,”
“You know Gabe?” I asked. Pete nodded.
“He’s practically my brother,” he announced. I bit my lip lightly.
“Oh,” I breathed. Dirty smirked.
“Didn’t Gabe say that was the tour he met a girl?” he wondered aloud. I perked up an eyebrow. Pete nodded at him.
“Yeah, but he wouldn’t give me a name,” he cleared his throat after this and wiped his hands off on a napkin before looking down at his watch. “Speaking of Gabe, we’re supposed to be at the club so we can meet up with him before they play,”
“They are playing tonight?” I paused and tilted my head to the side. “It’s strange I didn’t hear about it,”
“It’s a secret show,” Dirty spoke and grinned. “It’s Pete’s specialty to organize them,” Pete beamed at his comment before scooting out of the booth and placing a few twenties on the table.
“This is on me, but we need to get going,” he looked to me and Dirty as we scooted out as well. “You coming as well, Jeanie?”
I nodded once, but couldn’t help but feel a little nervous at the thought of running into Gabe once again. I’ll be honest and tell you I never called him, and really never had the intention to. I mean, it was a one-night stand, right? Dirty led me back to the car and as soon as we were on our way, following Pete’s car ahead of us, I looked down at my phone and opened up Twitterberry, deciding to express my feelings to the internet instead of to my friend."""
I’m scared. This is why I don’t like run-ins. They always bring up how you change."""
*
I had decided to occupy the bar when we arrived at the club, Pete and Dirty both disappearing into the crowd while they waited for Gabe to show up. Wanting to make my first night back in Chicago a good one, I ordered myself two shots of coconut rum along with a beer and was now smiling contently down at my drinks.
“Hey beautiful,” I perked my eyebrows up at first before flipping my hair back lightly and turning my head to see who had made the comment. Instantly we both leaned back a little and I bit my tongue as Gabe widened his eyes at me. “Aurélie?”
“Gabe,” I responded and laughed a little uneasily, turning in my seat as he sat down in the barstool next to me, still taken back. He gulped and breathed a chuckle.
“Uh,” he clenched his teeth nervously. “Wow, I,” I decided to save him.
“You didn’t expect to see me here?” I offered. Gabe nodded once and tilted his head to the side.
“Are you working?” he asked. I shook my head.
“I’m here with-”
“Gabe!”
The two of us turned at this moment and I smiled as Dirty and Pete made their appearance, Pete engaging Gabe into a complicated looking handshake. Dirty eyed me before glancing at Gabe.
“Do you guys know each other?” he pushed. Gabe raised an eyebrow and I looked up at Dirty’s curious glance, one that was soon shared with Pete was well.
“Yeah,” he spoke slowly. I rolled my eyes.
“Uh, I worked backstage at their concerts, remember?” I asked. Gabe laughed, understanding where I was going.
“I hit on her,” he paused to glance at me again. “Just like I just did again now,” he finished. Pete rolled his eyes and pointed over to the backstage area.
“Well, backstage is booming with various bands that I think we should meet,” he shifted his eyes between the two of us. “But I’ll leave you be,” he smiled somewhat evilly and moved, tugging on Dirty’s arm for him to follow. The instant they were gone, Gabe scooted his barstool closer to me as more people crowded the area.
“So,” he started and I looked over at him. “You never called,” he bluntly started. I widened my eyes slightly and tilted my head slightly.
“I didn’t know I was obligated to do so,” I told him. Gabe pursed his lips together.
“Touché,” he looked down at one of my shot glasses. “Do you mind?” he asked. I shook my head and grabbed one, the two of us clinking glasses before shooting them back. Gabe eyed me afterwards and I blinked a couple of times.
“What?” I asked. Gabe shrugged.
“I thought about you,” he spoke, honestly.
“Really?” I questioned and he nodded.
“I wanted you to call because I wanted to take you out,” he explained. I looked down at my beer and took a small sip, glancing at him nervously.
“I thought it was just sex,” I mumbled. Gabe shrugged, tapping his hand against the bar.
“It might have been then, but I think I had a change of heart in the morning,” he joked. I laughed at him before shrugging.
“I’m sorry,” I offered. Gabe shrugged and stood up at this moment before pulling out a sharpie he had in his pocket and grabbing the napkin that was conveniently placed on the bar.
“Well this time, consider calling me,” he smiled as he scribbled and placed in my hand before turning away and walking towards the backstage area. I looked down at the digits and sighed, resting my head in my hand as I read what he had written, laughing slightly at his charm even in writing.
Aurélie. Sometimes pronounced by the men who pursue her: are-u-a-lay.
I glanced back up towards the crowd and found a gasp on my lips as I found Gabe looking back over at me, smiling softly before continuing back towards where Pete and Dirty were. I felt my guard fall slightly at his stare but shook my thoughts away. It would take a little more than sweet-talk to convince me. But secretly, I was hoping he would continue to do so. I was hooked.
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