Coming Home (A Ricky Wilson Fanfic)

Chapter 50.

- Jeremy's point of view -

An empty squashed beer can flew through the room. "God fucking damn it! Ya should've passed that ball ya fucking cunt!" I screamed at my television. "Fucking Leeds United, no wonder they're playing Championship football!" I reached out next to my chair to grab another can, which happened not to be there. "Ah for fuck sake!" I reluctantly stood up from my chair to see if my refrigerator had any beer in it left. "Vieira passes it to Phillips. Phillips is making his run through the right. Crosses it in the box. Lasogga picks it up. He makes his turn. GOAL 1-1!!! WHAT A STRIKE FROM PIERE-MICHEL LASOGGA!!" I turned around to run towards my television "FUCK YEAH!! GO YA FUCKING WANKERS!! PREMIER LEAGUE HERE WE COME!!" I opened my beer can and went back to my chair when I saw my phone had a message. "Bruh, omw back. Got sum interesting news. Let you no wen I get bck"

I see Sean made the deal. "At least someone in my crew who isn't a total fuck up!" This reminded me of that traitorous shithead of a Dean. After that bar bashing two years ago the cunt skipped on me and that's the last I saw of him. 'Brothers huh' I thought to myself as I turned my gaze to my television again. "I swear, if I ever see that pathetic excuse for a brother again, he has my fists to deal with!"

A few hours later I heard Sean pull up on my drive way. The house we're in used to be his gran's, but ever since she had been put in a nursing home years ago Sean used it to his own means. That meant cutting cocaine in his garage and cooking meth in his shed. "Oooooh yeah bruv! We are loaded! Hand me a beer Jer!" Sean came in with a sports bag that looked packed. He opened it up and stacks of money fell out. "Fifty. Thousand. Quid. Imagine the upgrades I can make to my shed bruv!" "Hold it, will ya Sean. We're not spending this on that shed of ya. I need some new fire first. We don't wanna get up north and get shot by our 'competition' now, do we?" I schooled him. "Like they could!" Sean exclaimed after downing his can of beer. "Oh yeah, Jer! You never guess what I found out, down in the Big smoke!" Sean handed me some local newspaper. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with some shitty London tabloid?" I snapped. "Turn to page seven, bottom left. Look at the picture." Sean told me. I skimmed through the page and I felt a mixture of excitement and rage. "No. Fucking. Way. Sean..." "Thought you might find that interesting bruv."

- Jaime's point of view -

It had been a week since Ben's party and Dean had been bombarding me with text messages. Most of them I ignored but to avoid trouble I replied every so often. Something inside me told me to give him a chance. For some reason I felt guilty towards Ricky though. I couldn't put my finger on it and it drove me crazy. Dean had always been an asshole and Ricky was just a friend, right? Working on my music provided a great source of distraction. I had been working on more original songs and my flat looked like a warzone. None of the lyrics were quite ready to put out there yet, but I had made some great progression. I wanted to try out a new song tonight at Ben's Bar. I had invited Ricky to come before the pub opened so he could watch me rehearse. Ben and Dean were also present and they all watched me sing. Half way through the second verse I choked. The door opened and I froze on the spot. Dean and Ben turned around following my gaze and both men's faces turned white in horror. "Well, well, well who do we have here? The whole gang reunited once more aye!"