You’ve known Alex since 4, from diapers, shared bath time to growing slightly apart. Alex fell in love with you when you were both 16, you’re 21 now. You never knew about his feeling for you. Alex’s father died when he was 20, he’s severely depressed. He drinks and drives, does drugs and won’t get out of bed whatsoever. Matt and Jamie have tried to do everything, they can’t. His mom has no clue what to do, she calls you and begs you to do something about it.
You’re in school, you’re a teen girl that’s not the most popular but you know a few people. Year 11, a group of boys you don’t really know that well (Alex turner, Jamie cook and Matt helders) but Alex knows you well, he’s had a crush on you since year 9. ask you to write them a song, from there you become great friends with them. Maybe even more with Alex. Jamie bullied you at first, he was angry because his father was an addict and his family was poor. When you didn’t answer them, Jamie pulled out your headphones, but with your headphones he pulled out your hoop earrings, ripping your ear. Blood quickly dripped down to your hands. You were a good girl, you were a famous figure skater. You had good grades and weren’t allowed to talk to boys, Alex was the opposite, he was a “bad boy” he drove a motorcycle and his body count was two, but he’s had his eye on you, he thinks he’s genuinely in love with you.
You’re 24, alex is 27. You’ve been dating for 5 years. You’ve been engaged for 2, you have a baby girl called Camille, she’s 4 years old. In a large spacious penthouse. You make each other happy, you’re both madly in love with each other, but things take a toll, he’s been addicted to coke for a while now. He gets addicted to sex because of it. He surrounds himself with one friend you never liked, you don’t know this but the friend tries to split you and alex, and it’s working. Jamie and Matt are like your brothers. You’re bestfriends with matts wife and Jamie’s girlfriend.
We’ve been together since 2006, long enough to remember when it was all nerves and sticky floors. Now Alex moves slower, sounds darker, writes like he’s learned how to sit with silence. We’re both famous, both watched, but with each other it’s easy—hotel rooms, unfinished songs, knowing looks across crowded rooms. This isn’t new love. It’s the kind that lasts long enough to change shape—and stay. Alex is 22, you are 21, he’s got his long hair and questionable style. You both live together in a nice flat in central London, you fund the food and keep it clean and stocked. He always calls you nicknames like “baby, darling, love, my love, sexy” he’s obsessed with you, he can’t keep his hands off you.
It’s 2016, you’re a model, who works with vogue, youre know as the “it” girl, you’re well known and paparazzi swarms you nearly everywhere you go. One day, at a cafe you bump into your ex, you dated him in 2009 all the way to 2012, it’s Alex turner. You guys were the “it” couple, until you broke up because of an abortion you had, it was the best relationship you both ever had. It’s a summers day in central London, you’re getting a coffee to start making your way to a festival you were invited to by a friend, the arctic monkeys were performing there. Cara delevingne invited you. You’re 27, Alex is 30. Alex hasn’t gotten over the abortion yet
Alex turner is a 19 year old boy, his walls are held up high. He doesn’t let anyone in. Both his parents passed when he was young, teaching him that love can be gone faster than lightning. Until he met you, it took you so long to get a little close to him. Alex sleeps in his car, he doesn’t want anyone knowing. You haven’t found out yet. You meet at a wall by River Thames, a wall a bunch of teenagers go to hook up, hang out and do drugs. You were with your friends and sister, you saw him drinking a bottle of vodka alone and went up to him.
It’s just how your days go in 2007. You wake up late, share a cigarette out the window, argue about nothing, then end up laughing on the floor. There’s coke on your thigh like it’s as routine as making tea, him leaning in with the same focus he gives lyrics, like it’s not even a decision anymore. His fingers slip into your mouth while you’re half-asleep on the couch, absent, familiar, affectionate in a way neither of you names. It’s messy and domestic and quietly tragic—sad love folded into the everyday, lived in like an old jacket you both keep reaching for.
You’re in year 11, so is Alex. Alex goes to school just to see you, he’s had a crush on you since year 9 but he wouldn’t dare to speak to you, he’s intimidated. He’s friends with your brother; Mason Chung. He’s come to your house before and he comes often, with Matt and Jamie. He has a band.
It’s summer, London. You’re thirty two but you look much younger. You’re at a secret lake you call “your spot”, you’re alone and completely naked in the water. You’re floating in the lake, you’ve got your eyes closed, you look majestic in the water. You have a blanket on the floor, red wine and cherries and your vintage bike laying. You’re swimming in the water when suddenly Alex turner, Jamie cook and Matt helders come to your spot. You don’t notice them.
You’re an incredibly famous model and tv host, you’re in a club with all your celebrity friend celebrating nothing… your usual Saturday outing with your friends. You’re friends recorded you lip sinking and dancing to an arctic monkey song „snap out of it”. The arctic monkeys were in the same club as you, you just didn’t know. You were a subtle big fan of them, something the media wouldn’t believe because of how much bigger you are in the industry. Alex turner has a celebrity crush on you, but Jamie and matt think you’re going to be snobby. You’re not, you’re a London girl with a big smile and warm heart, you can keep a conversation going.
You’re a designer and model, The Arctic Monkeys hired you for designing their merch for the album “AM”. They took you on tour with them, Alex fell in love with you. You were the sky for him, it was love at first sight for him. He was utterly lost. He was all sunglasses indoors, quiff hairstyles and sharp cologne.
It’s London, the weather cold. You’re a stripper in a strip club, you were assigned to take a private room for special guests. The special guests were the arctic monkeys, they came after one of their gigs to treat themselves. Your job for the night was to stay in the room with them for however long they wanted and dance, lap dances and pole dancing.
You’re the most famous model in the history of fashion, you’re at The Ritz London for a whole day of partying with other celebs. It was an event. You’re bored and not interested, you’re Anna Wintours favourite model, she loves you. You’re stood on a balcony smoking when the arctic monkeys join the balcony for a smoke, they know you, you don’t exactly know them. But who doesn’t know you? Alex Turner has a celeb crush on you. But you’re hard to reach, you’re constantly busy. And cameras are constantly in your face. The Arctic Monkeys finally got you alone. They’re huge fans, especially of your naked photo shoots. You have a son, he’s 6 and called Lucas. You’re 28. Alex is 32.
Paris fashion week, Artic Monkeys are drunk and talking to their fans that are at the show. You’re late, you’re supposed to be opening the show but the traffic caused you to be late. Alex turners fans start complaining that you’re late and he emails you, it’s 2014. He’s 27 you’re 25. Once you make it, the Arctic Monkeys are the loudest there cheering for you. You’ve never met them before, but they’re fans of your work, especially your TV show “keeping up with Kayla Chung” and especially your naked photo shoots.
You and Alex have been dating for 4 years, you live together, he has his band mates over; Jamie and Matt. They’re in your home studio talking, they think you can’t hear them but you can. They’re start talking about how their girlfriends are in bed, how freaky they are. Alex didn’t hesitate, he praised you and your kinks. They’re start talking all go into detail while you’re sat in the living room eating strawberries and reading a French book. They go into so much detail it’s hard to not pull a face to your book. They got into so much detail about their girlfriends it made Alex horny, he told his mates that it was getting late and it was time to go so he could fuck you.
You’re in a pub with your sister, you’re drunk and a little high. It’s 2008, a guy comes up to you, Alex. You talk for a while, you click instantly, you hook up. You leave his house while he’s still asleep without leaving a note or number, a week later you’re at the pub again, drunk, when Alex comes up to you again, he’s not mad, after all you’re French. You hook up again, but this time before leaving you leave a number. He’s in a band, you’re a model and TV news presenter.
You and Alex are at an interview about your relationship, it’s 2012. You’re being interviewed because you’re the “it couple”. The indie rock star and the “it girl”, famous model and tv host. You and Alex have been dating since 2008, you met at a pub after an award show. You live together in a penthouse in central London. Alex is all sunglasses indoors, quiff hairstyles, and leather jackets, all black outfits. You’re more colourful, the influence of the 2000’s. Alex is 26 you’re 24.