beetlebum - oasis/blur

NEVE CAN'T STOP INSULTING PEOPLE

NEVE'S POV

My night had been going fucking shite. Noel Gallagher and that bitch Morgan had made sure of it, fuckin' bumping into our Jess and all. What a dick.

I was ready to get absolutely pished, even though I was already off my face, but Jess had already shoved a glass of water down my throat after the confrontation.

I just wanted to fight Noel, like what a cunt.

"You alright there, Ne?" Graham asked me, his head tilted. He does my head in.

"Sure am, Gra," I smiled sarcastically. "Where's the lovely Stephanie tonight?" I was referring to his bird of course, she was a nasty piece of work.

"Fuck knows, I couldn't care," he grumbled, "she's getting all controlling, 'don't go near her' and 'don't talk about her', like sorry but she's my mate?" He seemed very frustrated and I knew who Stephanie was having such a field day mentioning.

"It's Kat innit? Stephanie's always fuckin' hated her, the bitch." Didn't mean for the last part of it to come out, but it did so go and fuck.

"Oh fuck off," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'll see you later."

And then he left me all by my lonesome, perched over the bar, trying to get a bloody beer and fucking failing miserably. The bastard barman wasn't paying attention to me, but rather to someone else further down the bar.

And who was that person? Fucking Lucifer himself so it was.

Noel Gallagher.

"Cheers man," Noel smiled, knocking a shot back. What a fucking arsehole, drinking when I haven't got served yet. I'll swing him. "Fuck me, not you again."

"Yes, me again," I hissed.

"What's got you in a sour mood, love? Apart from me of course." What a charmer, so lovely.

I was imagining all sorts of ways I could beat him up, but I just sighed. "Bastard won't fuckin' serve me, keeps running away from me."

"If I saw you I'd fuckin' run the other way too," He informed me, grinning. Is he actually alright in the head? Going to fucking smash his head in, I am.

I clenched my fists, trying to calm the fuck down. "Then fuckin' run, don't wanna see you anyways, fuckin' cunt."

"You're a fuckin' laugh, you are," he shook his head, grin never faltering. "You love me loads, always findin' ways to bump into me!"

Look and the truth was, since our wee run in at the pub, I'd seen him at least once a fucking week. He just had a habit of popping up, being a dickhead and then letting me scream at him. Thankful for the last part, fucking loved shouting at him so I did.

"I'm going to fling you," I warned, "not being funny Noel, but something about you just makes me want to fuckin' lunge at ya." I was an honest person, what can I say?

"You're full of fuckin' shite, Neve." He boils my blood, grinds my gears, can't hold myself back anymore.

"Oh you fuckin-"

"Jesus Christ!" Thanks for pulling me back Damon and Jess, really appreciate it!

"He's a twat, but stop the violence!" Damon exclaimed, trailing me away. "I'm not having you ending up in the paper for jumping the shittier Gallagher."

"Yeah, he's just not worth it," Jess told me, handing me yet another water bottle. "Drink this and fuckin' forget about the bastard."

"Stop looking at us like that!" Damon was referring to the fact that I looked raging at him. "I'm your mate, hardly going to let you get yourself in trouble, am I?"

"Wish you fuckin' would! All I wanted was one punch at the knobhead, should've let me have it."

"As much as I'd actually pay money to see that, I don't think it'd go your way," Thanks for deflating my ego Jess. "Now, fuckin' stay away from Noel and from Morgan or I'll be getting you a taxi home."

"No you won't, you minger." If she put me in a taxi, I'd fucking climb out of it and run back in the club. I didn't want to have to face Kat and I's ransacked apartment when I wasn't absolutely steamin'.

I finally wiggled away from them all, finding a nice area outside to have a smoke and the scene I found was quite peculiar.

Brona and Liam stood together, she had her lighter up to his cigarette and it seemed as though they were talking. Now, believe it or not I had no issues with Liam, but Brona shouldn't be with him out in the freezing fucking cold.

I cleared my throat, "the fuck are you doing out here with this geezer?" I tried to make myself sound friendly but I was still bitter because his brother is such a DICK.

"Just needed a light, kno what I mean? Fuckin' shite craic in there like," he sighed. "R'kids fuckin' all over his new bird and he's left me all by meself." The poor bloke, wanted to give him a wee hug.

"You're Liam Gallagher for fucks sake," I rolled my eyes. "Get in there and fuckin' go mad."

"You've got a point there, so you 'ave." And he was gone in a poof, stomping on his cigarette and pissing off back inside.

"You alright, Brona?"

"What? Oh, yeah," she stammered. "I know it looks like we're mates now or something, but we're really not. Just wanted a smoke and he wanted a light, so none of your fuckin' teasing and especially no telling Damon!"

"Afraid he'll jump you this time instead of the other way around?" I questioned, pursing my lips. She did beat the poor fella up all the time, he was bruised all over.

"Precisely."

And then everything was silent-like music was obviously blasting, but it all felt quiet. Like do you know that feeling after somethings happened and your heads all fuzzy so you go outside to have a smoke? Yeah, I think you know what I mean. That's how I was feeling and it was all because of whatever his fucking name is.

Hate him.

NOTE

I actually hate this
too much dialogue
-ur bestie xx