Gifts From Ibiza

Please, Dont Talk To Me

Megan's POV:

"Melissa come on get ready you dick head!" I was really tired and she was making me angry! I don't want to go to this club, it's a massive piss take! "Alright, am coming now, chill ye beans kidda!!!" She's scouse. I'm cockney (from London). I moved when I was 3 but still visited my grandparents every 2 months. usually. My mother was cockney (strong accent). My farther was scouse (also strong accent).

At the club

"This place stinks! of alcohol, not that I'm not going to drink any though!" I said turning my head to Melissa "What mate, I'll kill you mate, HAHAHA!" she shouted pointing at the bar lady then us to symbolise that she wanted a drink, I guess she was going to get drunk.

Melissa's POV:

"MEGAN!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!" I began to get scared and scream I couldn't see a fucking thing "Melissa, what the fuck are you doing? go sit down dick 'ed!" I sat down and got a water shit I'm going to have a hangover tomorrow!

Megan's POV:

I sat down at the bar am ordered a blue wkd "what's your name?" a mysterious man with a bowl hair cut asked me, "Megan and you?" I replied happily being asked for my name "Ian, nice to meet you!" he kinda had to yell he then took out his hand to shake mine "It's not really the place to shake hands is it! wanna dance?" he nodded his head and we went to the dance floor

Melissa POV:

I stumbled outside and began to fall, someone grabbed my hand but almost mad my arm pop out of place, not exactly like the movies "Are you alright I think you've had to much to drink, where's your car, wait! what am I thinking, you can't drive look at you" he had an Irish accent and blue eyes "oh tar like" I replied kind of in a mood "where do you live I'll drive, and give me your number and you know I'll make sure you know you get home safely..." he drove me home and got my number than ran off.