beetlebum - oasis/blur

GRAHAM'S CHIPPY CONFESSION

GRAHAM'S POV

The trip to Liverpool visiting Brona's family had done us all some good; Neve and Alex's friendship had been repaired, Jess and Damon were happier than ever, Dave and his wife were refreshed, Brona got to see her family after being stuck in London for ages and I...well I got to spend more time with Kat.

The thing was, now I was absolutely certain I was in love with her, like the thought of not being near her everyday made me want to die-curse love for being so fucking dramatic.

I felt like it was '88 again when I'd first met her, buzzing off new order and complaining night and day about some bloke from Camden who she was sure nicked her cat. Those were the fucking times.

We'd spend all hours getting pissed to new order and joy division, they were our bands you know? Like whenever their songs came on I just thought of her. 'Age of consent' made me think of the time where we got so drunk that we handcuffed ourselves together with the handcuffs from Dave's Halloween costume and then we fell down a hill.

Fucking wild.

We'd only been back from Liverpool a couple hours, it was about 8pm and she was dying on my sofa. She'd been so energetic the whole trip so I wasn't surprised, she'd been fucking swinging from the ceilings every night.

"Oi," I nudged her. "Fancy going to the chippy? I'm starving." And I wanted another excuse to be around her before she went home.

"Yeah, I would fuckin' love a good chip about now, but not that shite one round Jess and Damon's way because it tastes like shite mixed with fucking bogies or summat." The one round their way was actually my favourite, but anything for Kat.

"Yeah, we'll just go to the one across the street," I told her grabbing my coat. "I'm paying."

"Cheers," she thanked.

Now it was going to be awkward, like it had been ever since the kiss-or numerous kisses.

We made our way over to the chippy in silence and I ordered what we wanted, and instead of bringing it round to mine we just sat on the wall outside the chippy, freezing our fucking tits off.

"So," she started, but then didn't finish because it was just weird. Jesus fucking Christ it felt like our friendship was dying.

"Look," I rushed out, "we need to talk about things." I hated being so serious with her, but everything would just be ruined if I wasn't.

"Graham-"

"No, just let me say what I need to say before my confidence fucks off," I knew it was going to, in about 5 minutes I'd be regretting even bringing the topic up. "I don't want things with us to be weird just because we kissed and I said some things, but they're going to be weird no matter what I say now, so-I like you loads." I almost told her I loved her, but it'd be far too soon. "I like you so much that I don't even know if I can be mates anymore."

"What do you mean you don't know if you can be my mate?" She questioned, giving me her full attention.

"What I mean is," I paused, "if you don't fancy me back, I need space and time away from you because I can't move on from you when I see you all the time," I frowned, "it's too hard."

"I'm not asking you to move on Graham," she spoke gently, slightly smiling.

"What?" I asked, my frown deepening.

"I like you loads too," she confessed, "always have, ever since McDonald's in 1988, I whispered to Brona that you were fit." I just felt so fucking happy. "But," she trailed off.

Oh fuck not a but.

"But?" I sighed. Maybe she just didn't want to be with me? I don't know.

"After everything that happened with John-which none of you even know the full extent of-would it be okay to maybe...take things slow?" That was a completely valid question.

"Of course love," I grinned at her. "How about we go out for dinner some time next week then? Just me and you?" Please say yes.

"I'd love that Gra," she nodded, bringing her hand up to my face. "You're dead cute."

"Cheers," I laughed, leaning closer, I really wanted to kiss her but she'd just said about taking things slow, so I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

She beamed at me, "you can kiss me Graham." Thank fuck for that.

I kissed her slowly, wanting to take every aspect of her in. I know this is really cringe but when she kissed me I could fucking hear Bernard Sumner singing to me. The kiss tasted like new order-think I might be a bit drunk.

I opened my eyes in a state of fucking shock, "that was beautiful," never described a kiss as beautiful, but it sure was. "Let's do it again."

"We will but I'm finishing this chip you bastard, I probably taste of fucking salt and vinegar," she complained. "Jesus I actually smell like the fuckin' seaside," she was referring to her fish 'n chips.

"Alright," I chuckled, shaking my head at her.

We swung our legs back and forth on the wall, and continued eating our food as we chatted absolute shit. There were some arguments about Nirvana, and she even tried to say that some of Oasis' songs were 'okay'. She'd said 'she's electric' felt like it was about someone we knew. Strange.

Now i would be looking forward to the dinner we'd be having next week, we'd get to finally see if a proper relationship would work for us. Which I think it would-we were the type of people who could eat out in the best posh restaurant london had to offer and then fuck off round to a random run-down chippy and sit on a wall.

We were weird.

NOTE
this is SHITE.
-ur bestie x