It's 1982. Duran Duran are given a slap on the face when their drummer, Andy Taylor, gets busted for statutory rape with a fifteen year old. Despite that, their notorious lead singers - Simon Le Bon and Frank Nathaniel-Iero - continue to mess around...
'Are you kidding me? Are you actually fucking kidding me?' I looked at the rest of my band members in disbelief, then at Jamie, and back at the band.
'Fucking rookie mistake,' Nick sighed, stirring his coffee with a rusty teaspoon. He was never one to drink much else besides coffee, said he didn't like the taste of many things. Despite Nick being a picky bastard, I loved him. He was the only person I knew that was actually down to earth and sane. Everyone else thinks that Nick and I are the weird ones, we sit around all day, either writing new songs or fucking groupies.
Maybe Nick and I were the normal ones, everyone else is fucking mad.
'When I said that we could have fun, I didn't mean that you lot could go around fucking minors! You fucking cunts. She was 15! 15, for God's sakes! Now, Andy's been arrested and this band has gone to absolute shit. Well done lads, well done. Fuck me, I need a cigarette,' Jamie ranted, his face turning red. I often thought that Jamie overreacted over the smallest things, but this was big. It's already on the cover of magazines, and we've had to move the tour bus so the paps wouldn't find us.
Jamie sat down, burying his head in his hands. I almost felt like laughing. Of course, this wasn't a funny situation, Andy could be charged for statutory rape. However, watching Jamie break down was quite amusing. After all of these months of him beating us down because we could 'never do anything right' and having us feeling like shit, he's the one that's feeling like crap.
'I don't understand,' John started, 'she wasn't even that pretty. I'd rather shag Frank's mum than that slag Andy was with,' I chuckled at John and he returned it with a warm smile. I could always count on John to make me laugh in situations like this.
Simon sat in the corner of the room, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He can't do that and act like a saint. We all know that Simon's messed around with minors - he just hasn't been caught yet.
Simon's messed around with a few of us.
Roger sat next to Simon, legs wide open with a cigarette lazily hanging between two of his fingers. His lead-coloured hair draped softly over his forehead, brown orbs staring at Nick. His bottom lip was swollen and red from how much he was biting it earlier. I told him to stop that shit, that's one of my pet peeves.
My eyes quickly diverted its attention to Jamie. He wasn't crying anymore, but his cheeks were still rosy. He was looking at the floor, eyes slightly squinted, shaking his head slightly. I could only smirk at him. His wavy brown hair was styled in a way that would've been acceptable, maybe if he was working in a dull office in central London. This is fucking Hertfordshire, we're not like those lifeless city kids. Somehow, his hair style suited him, maybe it was those eyes of his. I detest Jamie, but his eyes are simply gorgeous. I'd never seen anything like his eyes; Nick had green eyes, but they were no where near as vibrant as Jamie's.
'Alright,' Jamie grunted, his strong Belfast accent showing, 'anyone got any ideas on what to do? 'Cause I've got fuck all.' He threw his hands in the air and leaned back slightly in his chair.
'We've just started out as a band. Our reputation is already being ruined. We can't possibly be successful if we have the press on our backs all the time. Imagine this, 'Rising New Wave band, Duran Duran, with their child rapist drummer, Andy Taylor!' - we have to let Andy go.' I huffed. The colour from Jamie's face drained, but he knew I was right.
'I agree.' Nick whispered, shifting his eyes to the floor.
'Me too.' John said, before lighting a cigarette.
Hums of agreement from the other two left Jamie with a not so difficult decision. He knew what to do.
'Fine,' Jamie sighed, 'I'll try to get through to Andy. We have to find a replacement drummer in time for the next shows in London, though.' He walked out of the room quickly, slamming the door behind him.
There was silence in the room, and I was pretty sure the tension could've been cut with a chainsaw.
'Is it just me, or does Jamie have a really nice arse?' John piped, and we all chuckled at him.
'You fucking fag,' I jokingly sneered, 'don't touch me. I don't want to get Aids.' Simon shoved me slightly, a warm smile on his face.
'Goodness me, Franklin. We all know that I'm not the fag here, you're one to talk.' John said and I rolled my eyes at him.
'It's not all that bad,' Nick smirked, 'at least he's not a nigger. God, don't they smell? Look like they haven't washed their hair in weeks.' Roger burst into laughter, his dimples showing.
'Fucking hell, how I wish the slavery trade wasn't illegal,' I chuckled. Times like this reminded me why I loved being in a band, when we could joke around and laugh at random things. Guy talk, you know? Of course, I emphasise the 'joke around'- we're not racist or homophobic. It's just a bit of banter.
'Yuck, I hate blacks! I hate niggers!' Roger exclaimed, jumping up from his chair.
'I dare you to run into the corridor and say that! It's not like anybody would care, no blacks live here. They're all too poor to afford a place like this.' Simon joked.
'Nah, I don't want any blacks jumping me. Can't afford to get stabbed!' Roger laughed, sitting back down.
As I said, it's just guy talk.
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Author's note:
Hello! I'm Rachel and this is a new fanfic I probably won't finish. There will be strong themes of marginalisation of blacks, women and gays in this book so please, please, please (haha Smiths reference) if you are offended - there is an exit button.
I am black. I can use the n word, I don't usually, but it will be used by non black characters in this fic.
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^ that is a picture of myself incase you don't believe me - follow my Instagram @miss_.johnson lmaooo
Anyways, there will be smut in this book between men and minors+adults, and incest so if you don't like that...!press!the!exit!button!
I do not own any of the characters in this book, nor any of the songs used. This is complete fiction.
