beetlebum - oasis/blur

NOEL AND NEVE'S BONDING TIME

NEVE'S POV

I'd just witnessed something that had put me off my pint-which was a fucking rare occurrence for me.

I think I might've been traumatised.

I'd skipped to the toilets, wondering why Brona was taking so long. I thought she'd got fucking stuck or summat. But no, what I found was much much worse.

I found her stuck in Liam.

Christ I'm revolted don't even talk to me about it.

From then on I'd just wanted to go home. I didn't feel like starting another fight, so I hadn't told anyone. I could tell that Noel knew what was going on because when he'd seen the look on my face, he'd asked me if Brona and Liam were shagging. Good to know I had someone to talk to.

Normally, when I felt off and wanted to leave early, Alex would get a taxi home with me and make sure I was alright. But due to our ongoing fight, he was ignoring my presence and I'd have to go home on my own. Which I wasn't used to.

I cleared my throat, weakly smiling at everyone. "Not feeling too well, so I'm off," I nodded to the door. Hopefully there'd be taxis waiting.

"Fuck off ya bore," Liam groaned. "Jus' stay man." Awk my new best mate, wanting me to stay and all. "I need ya to buy the next round." Oh.

"Away and fuck," I laughed, "you're loaded mate, you could buy this whole fuckin' club if you wanted." And I was right because I always fucking am.

"I might go," Noel mumbled, tilting his head. "Yeah, we'll share a taxi." What an amazing idea Noelie G. Cheers.

We said our goodbyes to everyone and made our way outside, in dead fucking silence. This was going to be the most awkward taxi ride in the history of taxi rides. Oh fuck.

We called over a taxi, I think we stole it off someone. I knew we stole it off someone.

"How was your night?" The taxi man asked us. They were always so lovely making conversation. Shoutout to taxi drivers.

Noel smiled, "not too bad, jus' knackered." And I couldn't agree more. I was so ready to sleep when I went home.

The taxi man didn't attempt to converse with us after that, just minding his own business as he drove us to Noel's, then he'd drive to mine. It was so fucking silent, I was sure I'd combust.

"Why've you went 'ome early for?" He questioned me with a glint in his eye. That wee tramp wants drama and I know it.

"Bit sick so I am," I recoiled, thinking about Brona and Liam's quickie. "Also, can't be fuckin' arsed with the way Alex is getting on."

"Why's he even fightin' with ya?" Nosy prick I tell you. Nosy prick.

"I lied and said a made-up journie from NME sent us the photos of Brona and Liam," I paused, "he was fuckin' raging when he found out it was you who rang me."

"Right," he nodded, but he looked unsure. We pulled up to his flat building, and he looked at me as if to ask something.

"What?"

"D'ya want to come in for a while?" Now that was a question I was definitely not expecting. Even though I really should've said no-as I was already in a fight with Alex-it didn't stop me from nodding my big fat head. Noel paid the taxi man and we quickly made our way up to his.

"Why've you invited me in?" I quizzed him suspiciously. Like what the fuck man?

"Dunno," he shrugged. "You take sugar in your tea?" I shook my head no, and then he put the kettle on. Oh I'd be so thankful for a cuppa. "Now, my question; why'd ya lie to the cheesy fucker? Ya jus' coulda said it was me like."

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I thought they'd all go round and deck you or summat-I'm proper nice, it was for your safety so it was."

"You're fulla shite," he laughed, handing me my cuppa. It looked fuckin' gorgeous, even if I'd been told that Noel makes a minging cuppa. "Is it cause you fancy me and don't want them to know?"

"You're in love with yourself," I scoffed. "Seriously man, I'm surprised you even have a girlfriend because you're stinken, but so's she so it's sweet."

He chuckled at me, "she is a fuckin' bitch like, isn't she?" So even he knew, please this was so embarrassing for Morgan.

"Yeah she is," and we fucking couldn't stop giggling. I felt like a year 8 don't even. "Why the fuck are you going out with her then ya twat?"

"I 'aven't a fuckin' clue, love." There he goes with the love, it sounded very nice coming from him I must say. "I 'eard she broke your straighteners?"

"Yeah, fuckin' stamped all over Kat's feet and all, almost had to bring her to the hospital." This made him laugh again and not to be dramatic or anything but his laugh was my new will to live. His eyes basically became non-existent when he laughed, swallowed up by his face, and I bloody loved it.

"Stop staring," he told me, putting his cup down on the table in-front of us. "Like seriously, are your eyes stuck or summat?"

"Aye they are." I felt like I was high, something about our conversation was making me feel the way I would on drugs-fucking great man.

Now he was staring at me too, and he wasn't shy about it either. He came closer and closer, I nearly jumped back when I felt him breathe against my skin. He smelled like cigarettes and fucking alcohol-ironic innit?

"Reckon you'd knock me out if I tried to kiss ya?" I was going to faint. Officially. See yous at my funeral.

"No."

And so he did, and it was electric.

Noel fucking Gallagher ey?

NOTE
this is terrible.
-ur bestie xx