Beautiful Mess || Johnny Rotten

Chapter 8: Shitby

Violet stepped out of the shower her feet slapping against the cold stone tiles as she pulled on her white bath robe fetching a towel to dry her hair when low and behold a knock sounded at the door.

"Gimme a second" she huffed pulling her robe closer to herself, answering the door towel still in hand,

"Ello Vi" smiled John with the rest of the boys behind him bearing cheeky grins,

"What do I owe the pleasure?" She asked stepping aside as they all made their way inside,

"Hurry up we gotta leave in five" Steve shouted grabbing a dusty suitcase from the corner of the room,

"What you mean?" She questioned still drying her hair with a confused expression settled on her face,

"The tour, obviously" Paul quipped helping Steve shove some of her belongings into the case,

"No not obviously Cookie, since when was I going?"

"Since we decided you were" John smirked as she turned to face him, the rest of the lads still packing for her,

"I thought you didn't want me to go" Violet retorted, crossing her arms over her chest,

"Well I changed me mind"

"What made you do that?" She hummed,

"God you ask a lot of questions!" He exasperates

"And you don't answer many"

"Fine, I feel bad. I acted like a moron and I'm... sorry" he muttered,

"So it's a pity invite" Violet challenged cheekily,

"Just except the bloody apology" he chuckled,

"Fine apology accepted"

"Now, go put some stuff on or you'll be leaving the house half naked" he told her pushing her towards the bathroom with a pile of clothes,

"Not that you'd be complaining" she grumbled closing the door, causing John to roll his eyes playfully as he went to help the guys,

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After a few hours Violet was starting to regret going on this tour (not that she really had much choice) as she sat in the back of the van with the boys pushing it tirelessly up a hill yelling at each other. Finally the engine started and Dave the sound engineer and driver told them to get in.

"Wait I'm up front, I'm the navigator" Glen shouted,

"I'm up front I'm the star" John argued, accidentally dropping his fag in a rush,

"No your not" Said Glen finally retreating to the back of the van,

The first gig was in Barnsley, South Yorkshire and the northerners didn't seem to take nicely to their music. Throwing bottles and cans at them, jeering and yelling offensive comments. It got so bad that a riot broke out between the audience.

Violet quickly ran to the stage where John gave her a hand up to get her out of there.

"Oh look the northern oaths are snogging" he joked into the mic, " I didn't know Barnsley was this fruity"

John quickly yanked Violet out the way as a glass bottle flew towards her head, pushing her behind him protectively.

"Watch it!" Steve shouted at the crowd angrily, going to check if his best friend was alright,

"I'm fine I promise, now cut it out your smothering me" Violet laughed as he checked her over,

"Come on, let's go before one of us gets slashed" John told the group as started to pack up and get back on the road,