Teenage Icon (UNDER REVISION AND REWRITING)

♫ Two People I Loathe

"The British rock band Blood Red Shadow have once again pulled it off," I heard a chirpy voice speak in the distance, as I rolled over, moaning at the pain piercing my temple. 

Alcohol was the devil. 

"After releasing their new single 'Last Night' at 12am it managed to climb to number one within the first hour of it's release in both North America and the UK. The single is the title track from their up and coming album which is due to be released later this month and followed up by an extended North American and short European tour…" The voice continued and I felt inclined to punch whomever was being so happy at this time in a morning, however, safe in the knowledge that it would be the TV in the living room spouting about something I really couldn't care a less about, I settled for shouting at whomever had the TV turned up so loud at such a ridiculous time as 2 in the afternoon, when I'd been drinking the night before.

"Turn that shit off before I come in there and throw a brick at you!" I screamed. 

Laughter erupted from the living room 

"No, we're watching it!" Ky shouted, his laughter breaking into his speech. I rolled over in bed, opening my eyes just enough to make me grimace into the brightness of the room.

"Finn," I moaned, "Make them turn it off," Had I been in the room with them I would have pouted but the look was wasted on the ceiling.

"I can't Ami, I wish I could but they're talking about the contest and announcing the other bands." Finn apologised. I took little notice though, instead sitting up in bed. The intrigue about who our competition were was far too tempting to miss out on. 

I threw my legs over the side of the bed, planning to head straight for the kitchen to down a couple of Advil to numb the throbbing pain in my temples. 

I'll say it again. 

Alcohol is the devil. 

I shuffled out of my room, walking into the kitchen where my nostrils were greeted with the smell of greasy bacon frying. I sighed contentedly. Someone in this house knew how to get over a hangover.

"Hey sweetie," Nicola greeted as I took a seat at the breakfast bar. Shushing her I clutched at my head, the loud greeting causing an overwhelming pain to radiate through it. "Sorry, rough night?" she asked quieter, filling a glass of water and placing it in front of me alongside two tiny white pills before turning back to frying the bacon, her hands having to stretch to reach the cooker due to her protruding pregnant stomach. I downed half the glass before swallowing the two pills and the rest of the water. 

"Yeah," I replied, putting my head against the cold marble counter in an attempt to soothe my throbbing head until the Advil kicked in. 

"Cheer up, I'm sure it was worth it, plus I made bacon," she laughed, placing a plate down in front of me, my mouth watered at the sight of the greasy breakfast that was sure to make my morning better. Bacon, I had discovered, was like a hangover cure in a roll of bread. 

"Thanks Nic, can I take it in the room? The boys said there was something on TV about the contest," I asked her, out of respect for the fact that I was in her house right now, hungover and letting her cook me breakfast when she's pregnant. I would help her out as soon as I got over my hangover I planned. Nicola nodded at me and I took the plate and a refilled glass of water into the room with me to find the boys.

Though Nicola was two years older than my brother, her husband, and therefore seven years older than me, she had never treated me as such, she'd always been like a sister to me, even when I was fourteen and meeting her for the first time.