Parklife

                                    

                                          
I packed my bags and thought of heading to the bus stop. Then I realized that I needed to lighten up and stop being so depressed. 
                          
I dropped my bags and rode my bike to the bar. I know I'm not 18, but Noel made me a fake ID 3 weeks before. So I used that.
                          


                          
(A/N- Sorry I don't know much about alcohol, or bars lololol.)
                          


                          
I sat on a stool farthest away from anybody and waited for the bartender to get my drink.
                          
The bar was empty, well actually it had a single group of boys, four I think, sitting on the stools, drinking beer. They looked like they were having such fun.
                          
 They were all decent looking, but one really caught my eye. He had messy, blonde hair, like the sand at a beach, a deep set of beautiful blue eyes, a perfect smile, with screwed up teeth, and a red shirt with worn out jeans.
                          
"Starin', aren't ya?" He suddenly said
                          
"N-No," I stuttered, surprised, "I wasn't,"
                          
"It's okay love," he smirked, "Mind if I sit with ya?"
                          
"I'd prefer that you don-" I started to say as he interrupted me,
                          
"Thanks,"
                          
I rolled my eyes, "You're welcome,"
                          
"So, what ya doin' here all alone?" He asked while taking a drink of his beer,
                          
"Long story..." I shook my head and laughed
                          
"I'm Damon Albarn," he said as he extended his hand
                          
"I'm Jane Anderson," I shook his soft hand
                          
"You from America?" He asked while looking at me with those blue eyes
                          
"Yeah, Chicago," I said while staring at his beer,
                          
"Are ya thirsty?" he asked with a smile,
                          
The question caught me off guard for a second, "Wait, what?"
                          
He chuckled, making me feel stupid, "You wanna sip?" he asked while scooted his glass towards me
                          
"Yeah, sure," I said while taking a really small sip
                          
As soon as it touched my tongue, I scrunched up my nose. It tasted NASTY.
                          
Damon saw my face and started to laugh, "You've ever had alcohol?"
                          
"Nope," I sighed
                          
"How old are you even?" he asked
                          
"You tell me first," I said tentatively
                          
"Okay, I'm 17,"
                          
"I'm 16," I responded
                          
Damon was about to take another drink until I interrupted him, "Hey can I have another sip?" 
                          
"Um... Yeah sure," he said looking a little puzzled
                          
This time I took a long drink of it, I had the Gallaghers off of my mind then and there.
                          
"Hey aren't you that fitbird that Liam and Noel hang out with?" 
                          
Oh great, now someone mentions them.
                          
"Yeah, you guys friends?" I said taking another drink
                          
"Well, not exactly," He chuckled
                          
"How so?" I felt a little light-headed, so I rested my head on the table
                          
Damon rested his head next to mine, "Well, we got into a fistfight last year because... I um..." 
                          
"Why?" I smirked while lifting my head up,
                          
"Well um because I started the nickname Uni-Gallaghers," he rubbed his eyes, I could see he was tired,
                          
"That's actually not too bad, it's funny," I snorted and quickly covered my mouth with embarrassment,
                          
Damon lightly grabbed my hand from over my mouth, "Haha, no it was cute,"
                          
I felt my face get red as I pulled my hand away to take another drink of his beer. I didn't really know if I was drunk or not. I hope I was
                          
I looked at the clock, it was 12 PM.
                          
"Oh gosh Damon, it was nice meeting you, but I think I better go now,"
                          
He raised his glass at me, "Yeah Love, you too,"
                          
As I was about to walk out I heard a yell from one of Damon's friends. He had thick glasses. 
                          
"Oi! Our buddy Damon wants your number!" He yelled as all of his friends smirked and pointed over at Damon, while Damon just gave an innocent smile,
                          
I walked back to Damon and wrote my number on his napkin. 
                          
As I walked towards the front door to leave, my eyes met his waterfall, blue aquatic, fountain spring eyes. They lit up the room.
                          
"See you at school!" he shouted while taking the last sip of his beer,
                          
"I definitely will, Damon Albarn," I said waving 
                          
Ok.... so maybe I wasn't going to run away..