Beautiful Mess || Johnny Rotten

Chapter 5: Anarchy

The whistle of a kettle rang through Violets apartment as she bounded over to stop its ear bleeding screams. The door burst open revealing a very lively looking Steve, almost causing her to drop the china mug in her left hand.

"Vi!" He breathed, clearly out of breath from rushing over,

"What is it? Are you alright?" She asked concernedly, pulling out a chair for him,

Steve slumped into it taking a second to compose himself "me and Chrissie shagged"

"What!"

"Last night after I got back to the hideout she turned up and said she remembered that Starman had a bridge" he grinned,

"But... it doesn't, and what does David Bowie have to do with you gettin some?" She laughed feeling very confused,

"He doesn't it was just an excuse to shag"

"Well I'm happy for you guys, and Bowie who's music has successfully brought two teens together for a screw" she giggled, placing the cups of tea on the table,

"Cheers Vi" he thanked blowing on it before taking a sip "So... John aye?"

"What about him?" Violet asked cluelessly,

Steve jokingly made kissy faces at her before she batted her hand at him annoyedly.

"We're friends" she hummed not meeting his eyes,

"No, we're friends and you don't make those lovey dovey eyes at me"

"...Sure, do I find him interesting and maybe some what attractive yeh, but I find a lot of people attractive... and interesting" she mumbled, turning her cup around slowly, watching the tea swirl inside it like a whirlpool,

"Knew it" Steve smiled, leaning back in his chair,

"There's nothing to know" she told him rolling her eyes, but deep down knew that that wasn't completely true,

                     .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"What's goin on ere?" Violet chuckled as she strolled into the hideout to hear Steve and Glen rapidly playing the bass and electric guitar with John speedily blurting lyrics, which sounded more like jumbled noise at this point,

"We've written a song" Steve smiled proudly,

"I've written a song" John corrected,

"Where's Cookie?" She asked, noticing that the drummer wasn't hidden behind his electric red kit like he usually was, and as if on que he appeared in the doorway,

"Just came to get me kit" he grumbled not looking at any of them,

Violets eyes widened as she looked at Steve for an answer but only got the side of his face.

"We just wrote a song" he told him, "it's great have a listen"

"I did listen. It's horrible" Paul replied starting to pack down the kit,

"You can't leave" Violet stressed, knowing how much of an asset he was to the band,

"Don't worry, we'll easily find another drummer" John spat, clearly taking offence to the blonde boys harsh words,

"Ya playin it too fast"

"It's about chaos and destruction. It has too be fast" John retorted,

"Look if you're gonna do it" Paul huffed taking off his jacket "think reggae. It drives but doesn't give it all away. Oh yeah it is the music of the disenfranchised, in case you hadn't noticed" he added, tapping the symbol at a much more leisurely pace,