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𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟬
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... alex turner loved music. but he was often told he had the taste of a basic white girl. which he wouldn't mind; if it wasn't a constant topic of discussion. he liked bowie, was that so awful? perhaps the beatles were fair to mock, but not his dear blur.
"blur, sure," marlene had her head down in her notebook, flicking her eyes up briefly to the teacher, writing what she can from off the board. "but the beatles? come on, alex," she grinned up at him, poking him hard in the chest with her finger, "i'm not gonna be friends with some chav,"
alex squirmed away from her, feeling himself going red. to distract himself, he darted his eyes to her notes, planning on thoroughly plagiarising them merely because of the chav comment. "at least i didn't say abba," he scoffed.
"you like them too, i can tell" marlene said, "you look like an abba fella,"
"what is that supposed to-," he stopped mid-sentence, watching her smile grow and grow by the second. he rolled his eyes, "fine. they're alright," he mumbled, lowering his voice as the teacher passed behind them. this lesson was like all the rest, with alex and marlene sitting at their half-empty table, relying on one another for the answers but neither were ever listening. this was alex's favourite subject. "but tell me," alex smirked, "if not bowie, what do you listen to?"
she chuckled, shaking her head, "theres more to music than david fucking bowie, alexander," she ripped a page from her notebook, quickly scribbling down a few words, "there you go," she said, folding up the paper and throwing it to his lap, "have a listen to them,"
curiously, he unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning over the various bands she had named. "nirvana, foo fighters, radiohead," all bands he'd listened to before, but then he paused, "the strokes?"
she nodded, "just trust me. you'll like them,"
"and if i don't?"
she side-eyed him, "then you'd be lying to yourself,"
the list consisted of many other bands alex had heard of, but never really put the effort into listening to. like; weezer, greenday and the smashing pumpkins. he couldn't say he was very surprised, she was everything he had imagined, including her taste in music. he carefully placed the list into his back pocket, sitting back down once it was securely tucked away. that night he planned to raid his father's cd collection, to at least find half of these bands.
"hey," alex spoke up, pointing at her book, "is that an a or a o?" he bent over the table, trying to read her terrible handwriting.
"an a, you git. you'd really thought i wrote 'obnormal'?"
