Woso Oneshots

Josh, Alessia Russo.

Erm, I'm not sure how this is gonna go. It was a request, and bro wanted quote 'propper dramatic', so here we go, I guess.

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Y/n's pov.

You know that feeling you get when you miss your old self? Yeah? Well, that's how I'm feeling.

I miss my old way of life, how carefree everything was, my old friends everything.

But, my old self wasn't the best person. I'd get into random fights, drink constantly, sleep around, stuff like that.

Less knows about all of this, and she hates if anyone is to bring it up. Even if I play a song that resembles my old lifestyle, it's turned off.

So, when she's not here, I get stuck in my head, playing songs that remind me of the good times.

I've decided to ring some of my old mates up and see if they want to go for a drink. One wouldn't hurt right, or maybe two.

Most of them agree, my childhood best mate Josh, Jake, Danny, and even Sam's coming.

He stopped hanging around with us at seventeen. Don't blame him, but most of the time, everything was jokes, so it's fine.

It seems to slip my mind to tell Less where I'm going, too focused on having a good time and reliving the glory days, I suppose.

'Alright, Joshy, been a while.' I chuckle, handing him a beer.

'Yeah mate, we should've done this a while ago.' He shouts over the mass of jumbled up shouting and screaming.

The night goes on as normal, messing around, talking about the shit we used to get up to, all that stuff.

'Nah, remember when Danny ate that pencil though cause he forgot his fucking lunch.' I piss myself with laughter, sending the rest of the table apart from Dan into hysterics.

'Oh, come on, man, I was hungry.' He sighs, sipping on his drink.

'Mate, you were always hungry.' Jake replies, sending us back laughing.

'Still is.' I snort, watching him scoff his fith bag of peanuts.

'Well, at least I wernt in a fight every five minutes.' He fires back. He's always so defensive god.

'At least I was getting exercise, mate.' Josh, absolutely loses it, dying of laughter.

Forgot how funny I was. No one at Arsenal thinks my jokes are funny, apart from Katie. Apparently, they are mean, but it's just jokes.

The night starts coming to an end, and all of us are absolutely hammered. We decide its best if we call it a night, stumbling out of the pub, laughing at nowt and for me suddenly, everything feels fine again.

Like I'm back where I'm happiest. Life is finally good again.

This group of lads start walking over to us.

'Fuck you looking at mate.' Josh shouts at them. Fuck yes, a fight. Let's have it.

'This is why I stopped talking to you lot?' Sam sighs before getting punched straight round the jaw.

Never mind, life is good now. I'm back in my fucking element man, come on.

One of the guys grabs me by the collar, but I shove him off, delivering a clean jab to his nose, making him stumble back.

'Fucking weak mate.' I laugh at him, punching him in the gut.

This goes on for a good half an hour or so before we finally knock most of them out, the rest too injusted to fight anymore.