𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, britpop.

YOU FANCY HIM!

𝐊𝐀𝐓

"𝐎𝐢! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞," a familiar voice beckoned as soon as the funnily dressed trio entered the pub. The voice came from everyone's favourite person—Justine fucking Frischmann. She was cool as fuck. "Come on over here," she gestured toward her table, which held her, another girl and four boys. They all looked pissed.

She was a good friend of the girls, but not good enough to be considered apart of their group. They weren't a fucking quartet yet. She was much too engrossed with her own friends anyway, like those who sat with her round the table. It was Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon, Alex James, Dave Rowntree and some lass called Georgia Owens. She was rumoured to have shagged Alex behind the bins in fifth year.

"You're fuckin' dead to me," Brona seethed at Kat. There was no fucking way she was going anywhere near Damon and the rest of them. She liked Justine, but fuck me that was pushing it.

"Wise up!" She snapped back, tugging at the younger girl's sleeve. "You'll be alright, they're nice enough."

"Just cause you fancy Cock—sorry, Coxon," Neve rolled her eyes. "Justine's a bit of craic though."

"Yeah, so shut the fuck up and c'mon," Kat replied, heading for the table in the corner of the pub. It felt fucking weird, she'd expected the place to be crawling with 50 year old Chelsea fans or something. It was all people from their year though and a bit older, but the only 50 year old in sight was the barman.

"Hiya, you three!" Justine cheered as she made room for them all to sit down. Kat and Brona squeezed their way in between Justine and Georgia. Neve was left like a spare one, having to take a seat beside Alex fucking James.

"Alright, Neve?" He asked, smiling at her. He was too far fucking gone to be saved.

"Yeah, yeah...you?" She was useless at making conversation. All he did was nod back.

Kat secretly cringed, sometimes her mates were right prats. She looked over at Graham, who was deeply immersed in a conversation about jelly babies with Damon.

"What brings you three here then?" Justine asked, she leant her head against the wall. It was an unusual spot for them to be, they'd never been out before really. "Thought you preferred to drink at each other's houses."

"We do," Brona's teeth gritted, "feel like a fuckin' big, dirty man sat here now."

"Don't mind that one, she's a proper moody bitch," Kat sighed, "she's hungover." She took some of the spliff Justine had offered her, relaxing a bit. "But yeah, y'know Stevo made us ids, thought we should get some use out of them."

"Yeah, that's definitely the reason we're 'ere," Neve drawled out. "But if I'm surviving this place, cause no offence it stinks of shit, I need a fuckin' drink."

"I'll get you one, love," Alex winked, "will a pint do? Nothing too fancy, we want to stay under the radar...you know, with being underaged and everything," he whispered the last part, getting scarily close to the Turner girl's face.

"Oi, give my mate some personal space, Alex, you fucking wrongen," Kat joked, causing them all to laugh. Neve just nodded at Alex, desperate for any drink really.

"Get us all a drink then, would you?" Brona asked, shrinking back into her seat.

"Yeah," he nodded, "Graham come with, help me carry them," he pulled Graham up and for the first time both Graham and Damon became aware of the new presences.

"Fuck sorry i was too caught up to even realise you three were here," Graham said warmly, smiling at them all. "Nice to see you, Kat," he acknowledged, then just nodded at the other two before leaving to join Alex.

Kat felt her face go red, Jesus she was lighting up like Rodolph's fucking nose.

"You fancy him!" Brona whisper-shouted, she was met with a smack in return.

Damon Albarn's eyes flickered across the three girls, his smirk growing as he saw Brona's eyebrows quiver in anger. He knew she fucking hated him. He thought it was a laugh.

"How's you three then?" He asked, humming against his pint. He was only met with a few murmurs, "come on then, what's been going on?"

"Nothing that concerns you anyway, you plum," Brona mumbled. How could Justine go out with that bastard? He was absolutely minging.

Damon scoffed, "saw your boyfriend earlier, Monroe," he pointed to Liam Gallagher who was perched up against the bar, a girl on his right. "Why don't you to say hello?"

"Fuck off, Albarn you tit," she growled.

"Alright, you two," Kat mediated, "stop it." She let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Graham and Alex coming back with more drinks. Graham handed her the pint. His hands were fucking godlike.

Bit dramatic.

Alex sat Brona's down, flashing her a quick grin. "And here you are," he spoke, setting Neve's down. "What's wrong with Dave?"

"He's asleep," Graham frowned, looking at their passed our mate. "Poor lad's hearts broken, his girlfriend was seeing other people behind his back."

"Fucker," Damon shook his head. "So, how'd yous find the exams then?" Gcses and A levels (well, AS')  hadn't even been over a week. For Brona her last gcse was a day ago. The summer was only kicking off now.

"Yeah, they were alright," Kat shrugged, "nice enough questions I thought."

"Of course you thought so," Graham beamed, "cause you're smart, not like the rest of us," he teased.

"Smart alright," Neve agreed, "cause don't know about yous, but I nearly fuckin' cried at that history question. Was praying to die in the middle of it."

"Don't worry, I was the same," Alex told her with a grim expression on his face. They were in the same history class Neve and Alex. They never really talked though.

"Gcses were shite," Brona said honestly, "not very nice questions this year."

"I forgot you're still a baby," Damon poked her as he reached over to grab a crisp, laughing slightly.

"Don't, Damon," Kat warned. "She'll lunge at you."

"She'll wha-"

Famous last words.

"Ow!"

NOTE
found this pic pinned under 'gay couples'
this is shite x