All the Young Punks (New Boots and Contracts)

Weed Picnic

They took their jackets, spread them over the grass, and laid under the trees to have a picnic on the side of the road.
"It's really peaceful out here init?" says Lily,
"Yeah I like it, at night it'll be pure dark though hopefully we'll be out of here by then" replies Mattey, her eyes closed, hands under her head functioning as a pillow.
By her side laid Topper smoking a joint, he took a puff then did Mattey, Lily and Kosmo. Kosmo offers Piper some but she shakes her head, "no thanks. What's Paul doing over there?" She points at him across the road wandering alone. "Probably about to take a piss or somethin'."

Piper picks herself up shaking the grass off her jeans. She walks towards him.

"What you doin' here all alone?"
He shrugs his shoulders carelessly as he lifts his cigar to his lips.
"Come, come, I didn't offend you did I?"
He faces her, "offend me? why the hell would I be offended?"
"I don't know? because everyone got mad at you"
"Fuck 'em, I don't care. He's the one driving, he should know."
"Yeah, you're right."
He continues smoking, bothered by the silence Piper tries to make conversation again, "Do you know when we're going to Scotland?"
"I don't know, ask your boyfriend."
"Oh so that's it, you're jealous."
He scoffs dropping his cigar and stepping on it, "you're crazy"
"Sure, but you're jealous."
"Shut up"
"Make me" she dares. 

He leans to take her by the face, his slim fingers grasping her straight hair.
With his blue gemstones piercing her eyes, he says "I don't care what you do with anyone, but next time you sleep on my bed I will tie you to the back of the bus, ok?"

Piper's lips seemed to ache wishing he had kissed her, with her heart beating fast she nods mesmerized by the beauty of his eyes. "Alright, now if you don't mind I'm gonna take a leak."

As she's making her way across the road she spots three horses. 
"is that them?"
The others look up, "Yea, that's Mick's girl-hair" says Topper getting off his back.

They meet up all gladly, all relieved and starving. They hop on the bus. With their heads out the windows they wave at Mr.Beckett, he waves back, "Good luck with your music!"