Madferit

Chapter 5 Revisited

            I don't know what the fuck he saw in her. But more importantly, I don't know what the fuck she saw in him. It was always easier for him to pull birds. Don't get why though. He's as thick as they fucking come.

But he dresses better and he's taller and...fuck off! I'm the one with the talent. I wrote the songs and fuck knows I could sing them but. I'm still more talented than he is!

He always got his fucking way even when we were kids. So it came as no surprise when Mam agreed to let him bring her home for Christmas. We never did anything for Christmas then this fucking yank bird comes along and everything went tits up. Changed every fucking thing around, including me.

I wanted to fucking hate her. She was annoying as sin. Americans talk too much. Think they know too much and this girl...she thought just 'cuz she went to uni she was better than all of us. No wait. I shouldn't lie. That's not fair.

But she could run her fucking mouth and take the piss out of people just as good as we fucking could. Even me. She actually managed to fucking...fuck's sake! I don't even want to admit that.

She didn't take drugs. Hardly drank. She was awfully suspicious if you ask me. But Our Kid fancied her. For the time being anyway. It was only a matter of time before he got bored and moved on. Fuck knows he had his selection of groupies.

We ended up at Mam's for the holidays with her in tow. Our Liam wouldn't have it any other way even though she insisted she'd go back to the States as soon as we said fuck off. But Mam wouldn't have let that happen. She'd not let us treat a girl that way. She raised us better than that.

Plus our old fella showed us how not to treat women. I vowed I'd never do what he did to my Mam if I ever found the proper missus to settle down with.

But Addie was different. For a start, she belonged to Liam. And for another start, she was fucking annoying.

Thank fuck our Paul invited me out to the pub with him. Got me away from Liam and more importantly, away from her.

Too bad my mind wouldn't follow suit.

All night I kept thinking about her. Her smile. Her hair. So fucking long, it was. And it looked really fucking soft. I imagined it'd be fun to play with. Fun to cuddle into. I bet she were warm. With fucking cold feet to stick between me legs when we slept.

Oh fuck off! How the fuck could I be thinking like that? And let it ruin me fucking good night.

When I got home Liam was already sleeping. Fucking bitched at me for turning my lamp on but it's not like I cared.

And there she was.

"What you lookin' at?"

She was wide awake just lying there staring at me.

"Nowt." She said.

Cheeky little tart, her. Cheeky little tart.

I had a tune in my head that wouldn't go away. Summat new. Summat about her.

Jesus Christ!

"Can I see them?" She asked curiously as I hurried to write the lyrics down before I forgot them.

"Absolutely fuckin' not!" There was no way I was sharing them with anyone.

Especially not her.