beetlebum - oasis/blur

VODKA ROBBER

KAT'S POV
flashback; 1989, TGI Fridays.

I was well fucking gutted.

As was Damon.

Jess and Dylan were having a double date with Graham and his new bird Kaitlyn-who I proper despised, she was a right bitch the cheeky fucking cow. Once she'd drank my whole fucking vodka supply at a party and I'd never forgotten.

Dickhead.

Damon was dead upset, fucking whining every minute as we sat outside the car park facing TGI fridays. He was near giving himself brain injuries and all, the way he was banging his head on my shoulder-what a leech. Love him to bits though.

He was well depressed because he'd finally got the courage to confess to Jess after he'd given her some Nirvana record-which he said was shit but 'anything for Jess', he was so whipped. So after he'd given it to her he was going to tell her he fancied her and then she told him she was back seeing Dylan again.

The poor child was crying for hours.

"What does she even see in that bastard?" Damon pouted, "I've shit things nicer looking than him." Lovely chap he is.

"Aye he's a right cunt, and don't even get me started on her," I seethed, "the vodka robber." A well deserved insult I must say.

"Why does she have to fancy him?" He said in the most desperate tone I'd ever heard from him. "I've been there since day fucking one, she's probably sick of the fucking sight of me."

"Bollocks!" I exclaimed, "I reckon she's in love with you, just doesn't realise it yet." I was absolutely correct. "It's just...fuck! Why does Graham fancy that twat in there? She's a fuckin' mess she is!"

"She is," he agreed, laughing slightly-the first I'd seen him smile all day. "You really love Gra don't you?"

"Shut the fuck up," I warned him, "you have no leg to stand on man." And he didn't because he was so bloody in love with Jess that it was embarrassing.

"Oi look!" He hissed at me, pointing to the door of TGI Fridays and we laid low behind a car.

Jess and Dylan stood hand in hand, laughing at fuck knows what and looking like a pair of dicks-well only Dylan really. Gra and vodka robber were kissing each other and it made me pure sick. Literally turned green and bear threw up.

"Thats made me well sick that has," I complained to Damon. When I turned to look at him, he was really upset, like near tears. "Awk Damon," I opened my arms gesturing for him to hug me.

"I know it's pathetic," he sighed, "he's just such a cunt to her and I don't know why she picks him over me."

He just looked so miserable, "you have to tell her Damon," I reasoned with him. "The reason she picks him over you is cause she has no clue that you even love her."

"I've dropped plenty of hints," he spoke in a defeated tone.

"Nah man, you really haven't."

"Suppose you're right," he mused, "I'll tell her if you tell Graham."

"Way and shite," I chuckled, "you're such an arsehole." We continued looking at the couples, "one day we'll have to tell them."

"I know," he frowned, "and we can only fucking hope they'll love us back."

"Ey, I don't looove him," I groaned.

Damon smiled at me, "yeah you fucking do."

"Yeah I fuckin' do."

NOTE
pure short this was
sleep deprived x
-ur bestie x