The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER FIFTY: THE FRENCH CAN PARTY Y'KNOW?

The Junes' performance went crazy. Like last time, the whole place was screaming, singing and jumping out of excitement. Amara sang her heart out, using up all the anger she'd bottled up in the last 24 hours.

It felt amazing, but she knew as soon as she left that stage she'd have to face reality.

After their last song, Amara shrugged off her jacket. The jacket Liam had gotten her a while ago. Molly threw her drum sticks into the crowd like she usually did. Amara had an idea.

She threw that jacket at the crowd, seeing a teenage girl catch it and yell with glee. Amara waved at the girl before walking off stage after thanking everyone for coming.

"Shame. It was a cunty jacket as well." Lara laughed, slinging her arm around Amara's shoulders. "Hey, I'll get security to make sure that dickhead ain't here, yeah? I'll look myself as well."

"You sure? I don't wanna be dramatic or anythin'." She replied, handing her guitar to one of the stage crew.

"Don't be stupid. I'm sure. Plus, Molly'll wait with ya'. What's the worst that can happen with you n' her?" Lara shrugged, patting her shoulder. "See you in a bit, yeah? Gonna get changed first, bloody sweatin'."

"Go on then, you stink."

"Rude! Love ya'."

"Love you too, Honey." Amara grinned, watching the blonde woman head over to her dressing room down the corridor. She ran her fingers through her hair, wondering where Molly had ran off to so quickly.

Then she caught a glimpse of a lass with blonde hair entering the bathroom, so she followed. Amara skipped over, pushing the heavy door open to see Molly snorting white lines on the counter like it was nothing.

The white powder suddenly looked sugary sweet all of a sudden. Amara remembered how numb and fuzzy it used to make her feel. Maybe if she took some-

Fuck. What was wrong with her? Shut up, Amara.

"Oi, can't a lady snort coke in peace? The bathroom is supposed to be my safe space!" Molly groaned, her eyes were already going wappy.

"Are you high already? It's been five minutes since we left the stage."

"Pfft, what did you think I took earlier? Flour?" Molly chuckled, rubbing her nose and tilting her head back. Amara still stared at the powder, "How far along are you again, Mari?"

"Like two months." Amara shrugged. She still hadn't gone to a proper doctor yet to get checked.

"I see the way you're starin'." The blonde slurred, a smirk was plastered on her face. A mischievous smirk that only popped out when she was high and loopy, "I ain't gonna charge ya' for it. Hell, ignore Lara, goody two shoes."

"I-I shouldn't. And hey, she's your sister." She shook her head.

"Yeah exactly, she's my sister, so I can say whatever I want." Molly swatted her off, "Plus, y'know that Courtney Love lass, the one that you met? Did you hear what she was doin' when she was up the duff with her kid? Heroin and whatever innit? You'll be fine."

The brunette scratched the back of her arm before muttering, "Fuck it." It'll take away the sickness she was feeling from recent events.

Molly dazily took out another packet, making a few more lines with her card. "Bon appetit!"

Amara snorted all the lines, one after another. She tilted her head back, feeling the substance travel through her exceptionally fast, soothing her thoughts. She felt a slightly numb feeling wash over her. It was a different feeling. An odd feeling. Not like the last times she had taken coke.