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Chapter 9

"Your brother?" Sally asks incredulously with a raised eyebrow. Noel just smirks, taking a long draw on his cigarette.

"Yeah," He says with a shrug and Sally narrows her eyes at him, smoking as she watches him carefully.

"The same brother who you cannot stand, who is all the cunts under the sun, the one that's the reason for Oasis splitting in the first place?" Sally asks and he snorts a laugh, shaking his head.

"It's not like I could stay mad at Liam forever. As much as I wanted to never speak to the cunt again, our dear mother still has a grip like a vice, no sign of arthritis that's for sure," Noel grumbles, rubbing his ear subconsciously and Sally bursts into laughter.

"Are you serious, did she honestly grab you by the ear?" She giggles, hazarding a guess and Noel winces, scowling.

"Yeah she bloody did, fucking cornered us in her house for Sunday dinner, grabbed us by the lugs and gave us the bollocking of a lifetime, before forcing us to 'kiss and make up'," He mimics his mother pulling a face of disgust and Sally laughs harder, shaking her head.

"So yeah we made up just before I released High Flying Birds," Noel says with a shrug and Sally furrows her brow.

"But you guys are still at odds all the time in the papers,"

"That's cause it keeps us in the papers," He says with a wink and Sally's mouth opens in shock.

"That's genius. So you call eachother all the cunts under the sun, reap the benefits and then laugh it all off? Ya pair of sneaky bastards," Sally grins and Noel smiles smugly.

"I thought so too. So cupcake, ya up for it or what?"

"Of course precious but I believe I should put on some more suitable attire don't you?" She asks, gesturing at her naked body and Noel looks her slowly up and down causing her skin to heat under his stare.

"If you mean clothes then you don't need 'em. Didn't I tell you it's my birthday?" Noel says seriously and Sally raises an eyebrow.

"Really? Cause I'm pretty sure that would mean you go out in your birthday suit not me,"

"Ah but as the birthday boy I can demand whatever I like," Noel says grinning with glee and Sally stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray before getting up, shaking out her long hair.

"Then I suppose I better do as the 'birthday boy', says," She says lightly, crossing the room and stopping in front of his mirror to check on her make up. Apart from her mascara smudging slightly and her lipstick barely noticeable, she didn't need to fix much. She catches Noel staring in the mirror with a look of deep concentration at her bum.

"Something wrong birthday boy?" Sally asks turning to him and leaning against the dresser, her spine arched and crossing over her ankles.

"Is it something to do with what I'm gonna wear?" Sally asks playfully, turning around and bending over the dresser. She hears Noel's sharp intake of breath as she leans on her elbows.

"Just imagine this is the bar, I'm leaning here and along comes your brother..." She says, glad that Noel can't see the big smile on her face. Winding Noel up had become one of her favourite past times.

"You've made your point," Noel says softly in her ear and she jumps first from fright and second from him slapping her ass as hard as he can. Sally squeaks, turning round and pressing her bum against the dresser, scowling.

"That hurt fucker," She whines and he smirks, going into his drawer and pulling on a pair of boxers.

"Tell me you didn't deserve it," He says and Sally scowls further at him, crossing her arms.