Beautiful Mess || Johnny Rotten

Chapter 10: Charade

Violet was awoken the next morning by a loud banging, she groaned turning over feeling rough, regretting the amount she had drunk last night.

"Come on boys"

"Open up"

"Is it an orgy lads?"

Violet begrudgingly peeled open one eye to see the outline of people through the clouded ceiling window.

"What the-" she croaked as Steve ran out from his room past her to the railings,

"How the fuck they get up there?" He shouted, "Sid, Sid, What you doing?"

"Answering the door" he replied blankly, "let's give em an eye full of this"

"GET YOUR HAND OFF THAT KNOB!" John yelled,

"This is punk" Sid countered, "We do what we want when we want. And we ain't scared to show the world!"

"Hate to interrupt but could you 'show the world' a little quieter" Violet groaned joining Steve at the railings, watching the scene unfold,

"You think I want the world seeing me like this. My dear mother might think I was stupid enough to exchange bodily fluids with these harridans." John spat, crawling across the floor towards the door,

"I wouldn't exchange bodily fluids with you if you were the last body in London" Helen insulted, making Violet cackle as she slumped down swinging her legs back and forth off the railings,

"Open says me" Sid began, flicking open each hatch,

"Sid! I'll tell mum that you led me into this depravity and she will ban you from our house forever" John threatened, "no more cups of tea. No more iced biscuits. No more motherly sympathy, just cold, hard, banishment"

"I do love your mum" Sid sighed,

"And she loves you, let's keep it that way"

Sid finally locked the door and the room seemed to let out a breathe they didn't know they were holding in.

John looked up at Violet who was resting her head on the cold metal bar sleepily in her dark blue bra and pants. John huffed grabbing his black and white sweater before ascending the stairs.

"Ere" he said chucking it into her lap, sitting down beside her,

"Cheers" she thanked pulling it on,

"Suits you" he said not meeting her eyes as he wiped his nose,

"You think?" Violet turned to him sweetly, showing off the jumper,

"Wouldn't of said it if I didn't mean it" John mumbled irritatedly,

Violet chuckled placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before standing up and heading down the stairs to grab a smoke off Helen.

John sat still with wide eyes before quickly wiping his cheek and joining them.

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"Now" Malcom started clapping his hands loudly to grab the groups attention "England is in shambles after your interview with Grundy"

"Look we told you we didn't mean to-" Steve began as he took his place in between John and Violet on the sofa,

"Ah ah ah ah" Malcolm shooshed, "I very stupidly overlooked the fact that I...have made us matter"

"You" John spat in disbelief,

"Well obviously with your lots help. I'm the brains and you're the image" he pointed,

"Please" John exasperated with a huge eye roll,

Malcom paused staring at the red head with a raised eyebrow before continuing "and because you are the image we must give the people what they want"

"Which is?" Paul asked,

"A power couple!" Malcom stated with a sly smile,

"What you talkin about?" Steve questioned, feeling baffled,

"Violet and John of course"

"What!" everyone exclaimed at once,

"Do you even read the papers" Malcom snarled, chucking a pile of newspapers at their feet,

Everyone scrambled to pick one up, reading the headlines. 'Johnny Rotten gets protective over potential new partner' 'Mrs Rotten?' 'Rottens girl' etc.

"Hey this one refers to me as the new Yoko Ono" Violet grumbled, scanning the paper in disbelief,

"That's what your pissed about?" John groaned,

"Hate the Beatles" she muttered, angrily throwing the paper in the bin on her way to have a fag by the window,

"See, you have so much in common already" Glen joked,

"Shut up!" John snapped,

Glen made a fake pouty face which only made John's blood boil more.

"So what you sayin is that John an Vi...shag?" Steve spluttered,

"Not shag" Malcolm tutted,

"Though a shag might do em good" Paul laughed as he joined Violet who smacked him round the back of his head for his crude comment,

"I just want them to appear in the public eye together, give the people something to talk about" Malcom preached,

"I'm not participating in this fake charade just for some cheap publicity" John interrupted,

"...oh come on" Malcom sighed at them all,

"I agree with Johnny" Violet told him, puffing out a cloud of smoke "it's a poor plea for fame, and since when do the pistols give in to what the public wants. They're the driving force kicking England awake, not a circus act for kicks and tricks"

All the boys stifled laughs and small smiles except for John who was practically beaming.

Malcom grinded his teeth together restlessly "You don't get a say, you're not in the band"

"Then don't include me in your games" she warned before storming out with them all watching after her,