Fifteen-year-old me underestimated the damage that indie boy could do. The damage that relationship could have. The lifelong pain it would cause. The ten year break I would take from our hometown.
Sam Fender. A name that still to this day, as a twen...
"A night out? In North Shields?" I question Phoebe.
"Aye, come on," She says, not thinking about what she is saying.
"Okay, Phoebe there are a few reasons behind my very definite no like the fact it's North Shields and the clubs are you know in the centre of Newcastle which we both definitely don't want to go to" I explain with a deadpan look and tone.
"I don't see your point. Pubs are the new night out" She backfires.
"What about the fact that we both know everyone here so anyone you went home with there would be consequences and most people we know our age are settling down" I state.
"I'll ignore the fact there was no we in going home with someone" She smirks.
"Also I really don't fancy going to a pub with a bunch of people crowding me and asking me why I'm back with the possibility of seeing Sam again because we both know he will also be out just for a canny night when we could just have one here," I say, walking over to lean against the kitchen counter.
"He's always in Low Lights and we just won't go there. Come on Bella, please" She practically begs with her hands, giving me puppy eyes.
"She's right yanno. That lad doesn't go anywhere but the Low Lights" My granny pipes in, entering the kitchen.
"Yeah, but Gran the Chase is on tonight and we all love it," I say, trying to convince her with my pleading eyes.
"Arabella, I am not letting my beautiful twenty-eight granddaughter waste another night back home watching quiz programs with me and your old grump. You deserve another lad that is not fictional. Now lass go get up those bloody stairs and get ready" She says, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the stairs while winking at Phoebe.
I sigh with a roll of my eyes as Phoebe follows me upstairs to begin our night.
We empty my whole wardrobe onto my bed to find suitable outfits for the night. Well, I say we, more Phoebe as I sit flicking through songs in playlists.
"Okay, I got the perfect outfits" She shrieks, throwing two outfits onto the bed.
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We spend the next two hours doing hair and makeup, bringing it all together. I'm not even gonna lie we look drop-dead gorgeous right now.
"Night out in the toon" Phoebe shouts, making me laugh uncontrollably like an eighteen-year-old again causing chaos, as we walk downstairs she pulls me down to grab our things.
