beetlebum - oasis/blur

ADIDAS TRAMPS

NEVE'S POV
flashback; 1991, central london adidas shop.

You'd never fucking believe what'd just happened.

We'd popped to the Adidas shop for a laugh, fucking dreaming of affording the jackets and all in there. At the minute we were all getting paid fuck all. Brona's job at Burger King was hardly making her a millionaire, Jess and I had gotten sacked from the ice cream shop we'd worked in since we were fourteen and Kat didn't have the time for a job.

Our dreams had been fucking answered though.

Apparently we'd picked a really good day to piss about in the Adidas shop because some really important Adidas officials were roaming about. Right off the bat they'd came up to us and started asking us questions, like man I thought they were trying to get us done because somehow everywhere we went people always assumed we were stealing.

But no, this man called Stephen had said we were just what the company was looking for? He literally scouted us after talking to us for 5 minutes. According to him, Adidas were looking for a friend group to model their new tops, but were failing in finding what they wanted. He'd given us some business card and it did all feel quite dodgy, like maybe this man was just a big nonce or something, but we decided to believe him.

We were told to give him a ring and then he'd arrange a coffee or something so we could discuss shite, how lovely.

Seriously I was buzzing though, not only had all our fucking egos shot through the roof, this meant money man, a lot of it.

We'd finally be able to keep up on the rent for our shitty one-bedroom flat if this went well. The boys were a bit skint at the moment as they'd been pumping all their funds into recording and were basically getting nothing back from it-but we believed in them, we all had a feeling they'd become proper famous and that.

"Can you fuckin' believe it? Do you know what this means?" Brona questioned enthusiastically. We were all so over the moon man.

I laughed at her, "that we're going to be well rich?" Fucking models man, they do make money, don't they? I fucking hope so, especially with it being a big brand like Adidas.

"Nah-well yeah, but nah it means we're fuckin' fit!" She exclaimed. She had a point, I mean we'd been scouted after like a second of walking into the shop like.

"Don't be getting your hopes up," Jess smiled at us, "this could lead to fuck all."

"Don't be so pessimistic babes!" Kat jumped, clapping her hands together. "Get in here fellas," she gestured for us to hug her and we did, for a good 5 minutes.

"Here, what're the lads doing today?" I asked, "reckon they fancy coming round later? If we can fuckin' fit them in that is, because fuck me our flat couldn't house one person, never mind all of us." It really was the shittiest most Londonish flat ever.

"Dames told me they're recording until six," she sighed, looking down at her watch and saw that it was only 3.30. "But I'm sure they'd come round after that."

"I miss them," Kat frowned, "feel like we hardly see them these days."

"Fuckin' tell me about it," I shook my head, "I've said like one sentence to Alex this week and it was 'where the fuck are you going?' when I saw him zooming out the flats the other day. Probably going to record."

Brona grinned, "I for one, am fuckin' loving it, them bastards twist my melon man." She began to saunter over to one of the Adidas jackets on a rack, "we can ditch them when we're rich and famous anyways."

"Aye get to fuck," Jess rolled her eyes. "Now c'mon let's go, I have a pot noodle waiting for me."

And so we went, unaware that in a couple of weeks Adidas would change our whole fucking world.

NOTE
how we became models so quirky
-ur bestie xx