mixtape | noel gallagher

hotel california

song three
hotel california - eagles

'1986. It was summer time in manchester. I was laying in the backyard of my house, the garden my father kept im the back was being watered by the sprinkler. I was laying in the middle of the yard. The wet grass pricking my skin as i flipped through the new Rolling Stone issue. I was wearing a white tshirt, my black panties showing through the long tshirt. The water landed on me as i read through the article about some upcoming band. I hummed gently to the song in my head. Hotel California by Eagles. A song my dad played too often. You enjoyed listening to it with him though.
Anyways, i didnt think anyone was supposed to be home. Dad had gone to the store for some wine for the party we were having that night. But you showed up early like normal. Clearing your throat, you tried to get my attention i guess. When i looked over, you were standing in a neat, clean tux. I smiled,
"You dressed up." I stood up, my hair and clothes wet.
"Well yeah. It is a formal party." He shrugged.
"You look great. Let me go get ready!" I ran past you, my wet feet leaving footprints as I ran up the stairs. You cleaned it up before my dad got home so i wouldnt have to. So sweet.
My dad had come back from getting the wine and walked into you cleaning the kitchen. I heard small chatter from the kitchen as i was getting ready.
After about 20 minutes, I walked down the stairs. My red dress, that was my mothers, was perfect. It fit my body perfectly and i felt amazing wearing it. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, you stared at me. Your mouth was open slightly, making me giggle at the thought of YOU being speechless.
The rest of the night went by fine. I talked to people my dad had invited. It was all going by slowly yet smoothly.
"Lets get out of here." You whispered to me.
"Noelie, we cant."
"Riss, come on."
You took my hand and dragged me from the sitting room to the front door. Before i knew it, we were walking down the street in full formal wear.
We finally got to the park. I was shriving from the cold wind. You wrapped your black jacket around my arms, making me smile.
That night we just sat on the swings. Talking about our future. We talked about kids. Named Bowie if a boy and Violet if a girl. We were just being stupid, ya know. We talked about music. The Beatles and Stone Roses and stuff.
As we kissed, we laid in the grass. Thats when you said it for the first time. Just a simple,
"I love you."
And of course, i said it back.'