beetlebum - oasis/blur

DITCHERS!

JESS' POV

Did I feel the slightest bit fucking guilty that I'd booed oasis? No, not really. They were a shite band with tunes so dreadful I'd rather drink piss. However, I felt guilty for ruining Neve and Brona's somewhat good night. They seemed to enjoy oasis' stuff and who the fuck was I to judge? I had some wrongens on my playlists too.

They'd left me stranded in the middle of a cramped bar, with a few girls around me asking for autographs and others asking if me and Damon were actually engaged. None of their fucking business like, was it? Just said 'no comment' and my teeth began to chatter cause I was freezing.

Brona had said she was going to look for Neve cause the lass had been pulled from us. I was guessing she'd gone backstage but for what i didn't know. She was probably being a big wet wipe and apologising to the band. She shouldn't have though, cause they were cunts.

They'd done much worse than me booing them! Noel had said countless things about Damon and I's relationship that were fucking violations basically. So why should I care to apologise to those pricks?

Standing out on my own was getting quite scary. The Liam Gallagher wannabes were giving me the creeps, staring me down like they were about to deck me cause they knew I was going out with blur's lead singer. Wasn't my fault Damon was fit as, was it?

I needed to find the girls, and I needed to find them quick. I launched myself over to some bald man working as like a backstage guard or something. I don't know what you call them! You'd think after the many gigs of Damon's I'd been to I'd learn the lingo.

"You're not getting backstage," the man spoke in a thick cockney accent, crossing his arms and showing off his big bald head. He must've thought I was just some randomer that wanted to shag Liam. Cause apparently he was the only shaggable member of the band.

"Look, I'm not a fucking groupie!" I protested, nothing against groupies. He looked at me skeptically, "I'm engaged!" I pointed to my ring finger, showing off the fucking beautiful engagement ring Damon had bought me.

"Doesn't prove anyfing," he spoke sternly, tearing his eyes away from my blinding ring. "Engaged women still want a bit of the Gallaghers."

"Yeah, well this one fucking doesn't," I spat, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. I scanned the club, various posters were on the wall-I'd been here before! "Look, that's me! And that's me too, with Damon Albarn; my fiancé!" I first pointed to a picture of me modelling, which was some ad I did for L'Oréal. Then I'd pointed furiously to a picture of Damon and I looking loved up the one time blur had played a gig here.

"Why do you wanna go backstage then? You're one of those blur girls, ain't ya?" He questioned, his brow quirking up. It seemed he was suspecting I was engaging in some illicit rendezvous with one of the oasis members-perhaps Bonehead!

"My mates are back there!" I stressed. "I'm alone in a club with a bunch of random men and hormonal women around me who just want a shag off my fiancé! I need to find my friends so I can go home."

"Fine," he gave in, pursing his lips. "Oi! If you do anyfing funny that the band don't like, it wasn't me who let you in. Right?"

"Right!" I cheered, rushing through the doors. I knew my way around, it was small and cramped enough that I'd remembered how to navigate it.

I literally ran around to where everyone was, nearly died of shock when I saw both Brona and Neve having friendly conversations with the Gallagher brothers. What the fuck was going on? Something strange was happening.

"Where the fuck have yous been?" I seethed, trying to not let anger get the best of me. They'd ditched me to chat with those two wankers, had they? Bitches.

Both of them visibly paled, Neve being the first to speak up. "We were just apologising."

Brona nodded her head vigorously, "yeah, we were gonna come back out!"

Liam mouthed a 'no, they weren't' and Noel seemingly agreed with him. This sent me into fucking rage mode, I was looking like the Incredible Hulk.

"Don't bother fucking lying, yous are both dreadful at it," I whipped around, back out the doors and ignored the bald man's questions as I walked to the nearest phone in the club. He seemed confused as to why I'd been begging to get backstage, only to leave minutes later.

The only number I fucking knew was Damon's, his was the only one I needed to know. I mean, it was my flat too now which meant it was also my number.

He answered almost straight away. "Hello?" His voice was groggy, he must've been sleeping. I felt fucking awful, he'd told me he was doing nothing today but just relaxing and here am I, ringing him at god knows what time in the morning.

"Dames? Did I wake you?" I asked, already knowing the truth. He would probably lie about it to make me feel better.

He chuckled lowly through the phone, "me? I've been up ages!" He was also a terrible liar. "Are you alright?" He suddenly became concerned, he always was. I'd found myself the most anxiety-ridden lad ever.

"Neve and Brona have ditched me..." I trailed off, "and guess for who."

"I don't know," he yawned. My heart ached, he was so bloody cute.

"The Gallaghers!" I exclaimed, to which he also began spitting out various curse words. He didn't like it, not one bit. "I'm at Voodoos," I gave him my location. "I don't know where the fuck I am! Like I remember being here when you played, but I don't know how to get back home and I've got no money for a taxi."

"Love, I've already got my coat on. I'll be ten minutes."

NOTE
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the mates as i haven't updated
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