NOEL
"How are you?" She asked. Her voice was music to my ears. Soft, pure and sweet.
"I-Im good, Im good. How are you?" I sat the beer down on the table. I had almost choked on the beer when her voice was heard on the other end.
A little giggle came from her as she spoke, "I'm real good. I miss you.."
As she said this, I froze. I didnt know what to do or say. My grip on the telephone became tighter and my breathing became heavy.
"Noelie...?" She trailed off, "Noelie... Are you still there, love?"
"Yeah, Yeah. Im here, Iris." I sat down, my hand moving to my forehead. My forehead was burning hot, heating my cold hands up quickly. I felt all my weight fall into the chair.
"Well, everything has been really good here. Rosie is great. She got a new boyfriend and he is really nice. He takes us out after classes and gets us cigarettes and stuff. He owns the record store down the block from Rosie's house. We get into free shows and stuff - its cool. I love living here. Rosie and I are gonna get our own place soon. Since Rosie is working at the store and Im going to Uni. I really miss you. I miss hugging you."
My hand moved from my forehead to the beer on the table.
"I miss kissing you.."
As I took a sip on the beer, I spit.
"Im coming to visit soon, when you guys are in manchester."
"I cant wait to see you." I freeze in my tracks again, unable to think.
The thought of her in this moment made me happy. I could imagine her laying on her bed, underneath her white sheets, on her stomach. Her floor would normal be covered in magazines, records, and pictures of past memories. She would either be painting her nails or flipping through a NME magazine. Her phone be pressed to her ear and shoulder.
"You guys made the cover... Im so proud of you." She said happily.
"Looking through a NME again, arent we?" I laughed, sipping the beer.
"How is mum?" She asked.
I shrugged to myself. "Fine, she met a man on tour."
"She didnt tell me about him." She quietly said.
"I think she is shagging him."
"Great." She laughed.
I looked at the half empty bottle, "Riss.." I said. "Do you ever think about your dad?"
There was silence for a moment then she finally said. "Sometimes, Mom wont talk about it."
Iris's mum never talked about her father. It was a one time thing before she started working for The Stone Roses. She found out she was pregnant a few days after. I was seven when Iris was born, my mum would help her out every now and then. Her mum was only 21 and could barley keep a living. When Iris was older and started to ask about her father, her mum gave no word. When Oasis started and she left The Stone Roses, she still wouldnt speak about it to anyone.
"I think about what he is like sometimes. My mum had to fuck him for a good reason. Maybe he was like, a good ass writer and thats where i get it."
"I dont know." I sighed, finishing the rest of the beer.
"Let's find him." She said, I could hear her sit up.
I laughed, "That seems kinda difficult."
"But we could do it. I bet we could. Lets. Fucking. Do. It."
I rolled my eyes, throwing the beet away. "Fine, Riss. I will help you."
