July 29th, 1983
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It was around 1-2 AM when I finally got home. I unlocked the from door and stepped into Cliff and I's apartment which was entirely engulfed in darkness. After a few moments of silence I heard a phone ringing upstairs.
"For God's sake Hailey, please get your little lover boy to stop calling. It's 2 in the morning." Cliff groaned from on the couch.
I wasn't sure why he was on the couch but that was the least of my worries right now, I sprinted upstairs while the phone was still ringing in hopes that I'd make it in time.
If I'm being honest, part of me deep down hoped it was Dave. However the rest of me wanted it to be Kirk.
I made it to my room, out of breath, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I said as I quietly tried to catch my breath.
I heard a heavy sigh from the other end of the line, "You left your jacket here Hailey."
Dave.
I didn't actually expect it to be him. I don't know who I thought it was, but certainly not him.
Was he really calling over and over just because of a jacket? Who knows.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry. Could you maybe just leave it outside or something and I can come get it in the morning?" I said half asleep.
"Hailey, I'll just bring it over." He said frustratedly.
Before I could argue, I heard the phone slam down from the other end.
I shrugged it off and figured he'd just leave it on my doorstep or something, and with that I fell asleep.
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In the morning I woke up to my phone ringing. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. Turning my attention to the alarm clock sitting on my bedside table. Who the fuck is calling me at 8 in the fucking morning.
I picked up the beige phone and sleepily held it to my ear.
"Hello?" I mumbled groggily.
"Hey Hailey!" Kirks cheerful voice sweetly rang through the phone.
"Hi Kirk." I smiled to myself.
"Was everything okay last night? I called you a few times and you didn't answer, I mean I know that sounds kinda weird, I didn't mean it in a weird way I was just worried and-"
So it was him calling over and over last night, not Dave.
"Kirk everything's fine, I was just at my friends house pretty late last night so I wasn't home when you called." I giggled as I cut off his overthought rambling.
"Right, Sorry." He said as I heard him taking a deep breath.
"It's really sweet of you to try an' check on me tho. I appreciate it." I said reassuringly.
He let out a breathy laugh before he spoke again, "Do you uh, wanna go to the record store with me later?" He questioned. "I just wanted to hangout with you since we didn't really get a chance to talk yesterday." He added after a moment.
"I'd love to go Kirk. What time were you thinking?" I said cheerfully.
"Does noon work? I can come pick you up too, Cliff said your car was in the shop." He said enthusiastically.
"Sounds perfect to me." I smiled as I twirled the pale beige phone chord around my finger.
"Okay I'll see you then." I could practically hear him smiling through the phone.
"Bye Kirk." I spoke softly before I set the phone back in it's place, hanging up.
I was in utter shock that he actually wanted to hangout with me. I know it's early on but I started to think that maybe he really did actually, somewhat have an interest in me.
I rolled over on my stomach, giggling to myself at the thought. My feet swinging back and forth in the air behind me. I felt like a little kid who had just gotten a new puppy or something. I haven't felt this excited about anything in a while.
After daydreaming for a few moments longer, I quickly jumped up and hopped in the shower.
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I spent about an hour showering, and decided to blow dry my hair and put it into rollers. I threw on some baggy jeans, along with an oversized black sabbath T-shirt.
I took the rollers out of my hair watching the pretty now-curled ends of my hair fall over my shoulders. As I was about to start putting on my makeup, someone knocked on the door.
I quickly put some socks on, and ran downstairs to open the door. I didn't think Kirk would be here yet, after all it was only 10:30.
I unlocked the door and opened it to see Dave standing there holding my jacket.
Shit I forgot about that.
He looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and his face was slightly red.
"Here's you're jacket." He mumbled bluntly, looking at the ground.
"Dave..." I looked at him, lost for words.
He truly looked awful, like he was crying and barely slept. Maybe that was the case, maybe it was the drugs I don't know.
"Hailey, I don't want a fucking pity speech right now so please just save it." He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his hand across his forehead.
I looked at him for a moment until without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him. He stiffened for a second before returning the hug.
After a moment, since I was starting to feel a little guilty because of the whole Kirk thing, I pulled out of the hug. I looked at Dave and motioned for him to come inside.
We walked in and he set my jacket down on the arm of the couch before he sat down with me.
"What's going on?" My eyebrows furrowed as a concern expression consumed my face.
He stayed silent for a moment, as he blankly stared at the floor.
After sitting in silence for a minute or two he started to open his mouth as he was starting to say something. Then he paused, as if he was debating on whether or not he should say it.
"I gotta go." He mumbled as he got up off the couch, quickly walking out of the door slamming in behind him.
I sighed heavily, lifting myself off the couch and picking up my jacket. I held it in my hands for a moment looking at it, my mind wondering what it was that Dave was debating on saying.
After a moment I just tried to brush off the thought, and headed back upstairs to continue doing my makeup.
I put on some thin lightly-winged eyeliner, along with some mascara. I put on some light pink lipstick, and smiled at myself in the mirror.
It took me about an hour to finally finish my makeup and finish getting ready. I heard a knock on the door again, I quickly threw on my shoes and ran down the stairs.
I opened the door to Kirk standing there looking as perfect as always, his curly hair flying everywhere from the breeze, and his dorky smile plastered on his face.
"Ready to go M'lady." He said giggling, and jokingly bowing forward holding his hand out.
"Absolutely good sir." I said trying to contain my laughter. I couldn't help but smile at him as I took his hand,
He led me to his car and opened the passenger side door for me. After I got in and shut the door, he ran over to the other side, sliding into the drivers seat and starting the car.
He backed out of the parking space, quickly looking at me and smiling as he did so.
"Oh there's some mixtapes in the glovebox if you wanna put one in!" He said pointing.
I opened the glovebox, and put in a Led Zeppelin tape.
"She likes Zeppelin?" Kirk looked at me smiling.
"She does!" I exclaimed happily.
As Dazed and Confused started playing, Kirk and I started singing along with it, rolling the windows down, wind blowing in our faces.
We really couldn't sing at all, no wonder we played guitar.
A few minutes later we arrived at the record store, laughing as we walked in.
"What'd you wanna come here to get?" I asked trailing behind him down isles, like a lost puppy.
"A new UFO album came out a few months ago, I wanted to see if they finally had it." He said cheerfully, turning around and looking at me.
We walked up and down a few more isles before he finally found it.
"Finally! Look Hailey!" He held up the record excitedly, smiling widely.
I smiled at him, as we walked up to the counter so he could check-out.
As we walked out of the record store he held the door open for me.
"So since that didn't take as long as I thought, do you wanna go get ice cream?" He asked as he looked down at me.
"Fuck yes! I love ice cream!" I squealed excitedly, as I ran to his car.
We got in and he set his record in the backseat, before he started the car and drove down the street to the ice cream parlor.
As we walked into the small 1950s styled, building, Kirk reached for my hand again, leading me to the counter.
"What do you want?" He questioned looking at me.
"Mint chocolate chip!" I smiled at him.
"No way that's the same thing I always get!" He giggled a little.
As we got our ice cream I thanked Kirk, and we went to sit down at a booth in the corner.
We sat there for probably an hour and a half just talking. He was such a sweet guy and he was so easy to talk to, we had so many thing in common with each other as well.
We liked a lot of the same bands, we both liked horror movies, we both had an insane love for guitar and music in general among a lot of other little things.
It felt like I had known him my entire life, and I couldn't help but feel as if this was a whole new beginning for me.
Kirk and I drove around for a while longer continuing to just talk and enjoy each others presence. He took me home and we said our goodbyes for the night.
I walked inside seeing no signs of Cliff, So he was
more than likely out with the other guys.
I walked up to my room and took off my makeup, shoes and my jeans. I quickly washed my face before I went and laid down in bed.
I felt so peaceful, being around Kirk was like a breath of fresh air that I didn't know I needed, and now I wanted more. Call me crazy, but I can't help but feel like there's a possibility of a little something more going on between us.
I couldn't help but wonder if he had felt the same way.
A/N - hi y'all! please give me some feedback on what you think of the story so far if you, that way I can use that in my planning as I move forward :))