beetlebum - oasis/blur

HELLWARMING PARTY

JESS' POV

Since Brona had admitted to sleeping with Liam a few days ago, none of us had really spoken to her. The argument that came with her confession was very fucking harsh, and words that I never thought I'd say to my best friend were exchanged.

Damon was by far the worst though, he just seemed so betrayed. And then Neve was just disappointed. The boys had found out too, Alex was particularly pissed off and bitched about it to Neve every chance he got, Graham and Dave didn't really say much. Kat had also somehow gotten wind of it, apparently the story was close to being printed, so most people knew what was going on.

The whole fucking thing was a great marketing scheme for the two bands-but personally, it hurt. It fucking stung that she'd done that to us, it just made me want to leave the flat even quicker and so, I did. Damon and I moved all my stuff to his, and within a couple of hours I was fully moved in, ready to start the next chapter of our relationship.

We were having a housewarming party, and although Brona was invited, she hadn't showed. Neve and Alex were first to arrive, both offering us a shared gift-it was a toaster? Like I was appreciative, but why had they went halfers on a fucking toaster. Gra arrived third, just handing us money, and telling us to buy something. Dave and his wife had come, they'd bought us a few kitchen utensils and stuff, I was grateful for them. Kat had also come, without John for the first time in a while, and Graham looked ecstatic about it. She also gave us money.

Other guests were invited, such as Damon's sister, and mine too. Even a few of the other models too, and some other musicians. Moving in to some couples probably wasn't a big occasion to throw a party over, but it was for us.

I was sad that Brona hadn't come honestly. Even if we were fighting, she was still my best friend. She should've at least shown her face the cunt.

"You alright love?" Damon asked me, taking my hand in his. He had this inexplicable way of making me feel better.

I sighed, "yeah, today's about me and you, so I'm going to put my frustrations with Brona to the back of my mind."

He grinned at me, and kissed me on the side of the head before making his way over to Graham who was in a very animated chat with Kat-couldn't tell if they were fighting or just joking about, I could never tell with those two.

Suddenly Neve came barging from the living room, Alex tailing behind her with an angry expression. She headed straight for me, and pulled Damon in as well.

"Look what's on MTV," she pulled us to the tv in the living room. And Brona was running her gub. For fucks sake.

"There's been some rumours about a fight with Damon Albarn?" A reporter asked.

"He's a fuckin' cunt that overreacted about something that had absolutely nothing to do with him."

"What of your friendship with Jess Momsen then?"

"She's being fuckin' dramatic too the bitch," she slurred.

"Oh that bitch! I'm going to fuckin' jump her," I exclaimed. "She's in the wrong, all she has to do is apologise! For fucks sake."

Damon rubbed circles into my back, "it's fine love." He wrapped me in his arms, as always. "Don't do anything irrational, she's drunk and pissed off. Everything will be alright soon."

"Yeah, I'm sure we all just need to see each other," Alex chimed in, nearly fucking falling asleep. That lad was half dead laying his head on Neve's shoulder.

"Yeah, you'll make up," Neve smiled, "always do."

"But she's talking fucking shite," I complained. "She just needs to learn how to shush when she's annoyed-and drunk!"

Damon paused in thought, narrowing his eyes at Neve. "Now that I think about it...what type of journalist would give you a heads up on a story?"

Neve suddenly paled, and looked very nervous. "Uh...my mate, he's a nice journie, y'know ethical and all that." She scratched her neck, "I have loads of journalist mates!"

"What's his name then?" Alex quizzed. Even he didn't believe her.

She darted her eyes round the room, "Jimmy Flowers," she stuttered, "works for NME."

"He doesn't fucking exist, does he?" I questioned, quirking my eyebrow at her.

She hung her head in defeat, "alrightsoitwasnoel."

Damon squeezed my sides, cocking his head to the side. "Didn't quite catch that, mind repeating it?"

"Noel Gallagher rang me."

"Ex-fucking-scuse me," Damon seethed. "Why the fuck is that wanker phoning you?" He was right, Noel had no business ringing our Neve the prick.

"To give me a heads up? I don't know, alright." She looked like she regretted lying about it, but I was fucking annoyed she hadn't told us beforehand.

Alex looked fuming, "why didn't you just tell us? There was no need to lie about it." Oh Jesus, she was in for it.

"Because Alex, I thought yous would fuckin' deck me if you found out he was talking to me," she snapped.

"There's nothing wrong with him warning you about a story, especially if it involves his brother," Damon spoke. "It's the fact you lied-that means you felt like it meant something more, or else you would've just told us."

"No! I just didn't want to make you even angrier by bringing his name up!" She defended, looking to me for help, but I wasn't giving it. "And he asked me not to tell anyone!"

"Fucking sick of this," Alex spat, storming off and within an instant Neve ran after him. They couldn't fight for long, it made them both feel like shit.

"I feel a bit bad," I whispered to Damon, replaying the events that just occurred. "You reckon everything will be okay?"

"Everything's always okay when I've got you," he snuggled into me. And he made me forget about everything.

And everything would be okay.

Because I had Damon.

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