We Are The Mods

Chapter III - My Generation, Baby

A couple days later, after the club, I was sat at my dresser sorting out my photos of me and my friends into some sort of pattern, maybe by year. I saw multiple flashing lights outside, shining through my curtains as I noticed that Jimmy was sat on his scooter. Then, with furrowed eyebrows, I pulled my window open, shouting. 

"Jimmy? What is it this time? What're you here for?" 

"I'm here for you, Mills. Aren't you ready? I thought we was going down to that party." He looked up at me. 

"What party? You didn't say anything about a party." I then noticed that Dave was with him too and that I was also talking in my pajamas. Bright pink. "Plus, I haven't got anything to wear, neither. Unless you have a dress on you." 

"No, I don't no." He laughed. "But, please, Mills! There's no point goin' if you're not. It won't be fun otherwise." 

He begged. With puppy eyes and a smile. 

"Fine, James Cooper." I gave in, but don't know if I could find something. "I'm sure I can find something. Just don't expect me to look sterling, bright and shiny." 

"You'll look stunning no matter what you wear, darlin'." Dave blew a kiss to me jokingly as I rolled my eyes and shut the window. 

"Who are you shouting to?" My mum chuckled as she wandered into my room with a box of washing in her hands. 

"Ooh, mum!" I jumped over to her. "Do you have my dress from my birthday?" 

"I don't know, dear. Is it that polo one, with the pointy collar?" She fumbled through the pile. "Is this it?" 

"Yes!" I took it from her. "That's it. Cheers, mum." 

I then began to pull on the dress as she walked out leaving a few clothes behind for me to put away in my drawers. But, however, I was in such a rush that all I had time for was to pull my heels on before running down my stairs and opening the front door. 

"Told ya, didn't I? You look gold." Jimmy chuckled as he revved his scooter, me climbing on. 

"I hope you aren't too tired of  these parties." 

"Jimmy, these parties are what I live for, babe." I rested my head on his shoulder. 

"Let's get this baby started! Woo-hoo!" Dave shouted as he squeezed on the edge of my seat, gripping it underneath to keep balance.  

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"Ferdy!" We shouted as we pulled up to a house. He turned around, me noticing he had sunglasses on at night, rolling my eyes. 

"This is the place, lads. Come on." A bloke shouted as a couple more groups of scooters joined us. 

Jimmy helped me off of the scooter as the group of us walked to the front door. Ferdy held his arm out for me as I gladly accepted before he stormed to the door. 

"Yeah, straight in. No problems." Dave shrugged. 

"No gatecrashers." 

A bloke stopped us, mid-walk. 

"Gatecrashers?" Ferdy exclaimed. "He's calling us gatecrashers." 

We all began to clamor angrily. 

"You didn't even have the curtesy to bring any bottles with you." The man began to get a bit flustered as he tried to defend himself. 

"Piss off!" Dave nudged his head through the gap in our crowd. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Prince Philip?" Spider joked as we all laughed.