Let's All Make Believe - Oasis

Chapter 40

"Stacy!" Liam yelled with the tone of a dad ready to discipline. "Get in the kitchen, now."

I reacted like a teenager, with a grunt and a heavy walk. I knew what it was about though and I was in no trouble. He'd finally seen our work, I decided to play dumb.

"What's up?"

"I'm here trying to make Nathan's bottle and look what someone's done to me fucking wall." He pointed the bottle at the display like it had completely thrown him from his task.

"Fucking wall." I chuckled to myself, thinking back.

He'd claimed Ste was a risk around his posters but he hadn't thought him a risk while I was carrying him. He didn't care about his precious posters while we did the dirty leant against them.

"It's not funny." He brought me back to reality.

"No, it was a lot of work."

"So it was you?"

"No, it was the poster fairy, they're the ones who make blu tacked posters randomly fall off the wall but it looks like they put stuff up too."

"I didn't want this stuff back up, I told you! I don't wanna keep fucking looking back." he said ungrateful and unhappy with my handiwork.

"Well I do."

"Posters on the wall is for fucking kids. It makes the kitchen look a mess."

I could only imagine that it was Patsy who held that opinion and she'd made him have it too. He covered his old bedroom in all these things and he'd recreated it here, it wasn't him who didn't like it.

"Lucky we've got two of them."

He sighed and looked at it again. "Thanks for putting it all back up, I thought I was fucking over it but it's here to stay. You've not see it in months. How'd you remember how everything went?"

"I knew how it felt, looking at it before. "

"How did it feel?"

"Like Liam Gallagher's love. The things that are too important to let go."

"You don't need some fucking posters for that. Nothing's different if they're there or not."

"Then why'd you keep them all if you don't even wanna look at them no more?"

"Had nowhere for em to go."

"The bin?" I suggested, knowing if he didn't want them he would've thrown them away.

He frowned. "Fuck off..."

"Fuck off yourself." I cut him off so he didn't have to make his wild excuses. "I'm hungry, breakfast. What're we having?"

After breakfast we decided to go for a walk and to visit a cafe. It would be just because if it wasn't for my therapy, now it was because I needed to work on being comfortable going out, being around other people. We went to a cafe that I'd seen an advert for in the newspaper, Caffè Nero. It opened in London last year in South Kensington, Noel and Patsy and all them were probably all over it already. Now it was in Manchester.

It was sunny but I wanted to sit inside. Outside was too exposed. That way we got to sit on a sofa not metal chairs. It was difficult to get the prams in by the sofa we chose but it was worth it when we were all sat together.

There was a menu on the table with so many different things listed that I didn't even know where to begin. "You're used to all this, London boy. What're you having?

"I just stick to the tea."

"Yeah but which kind?" I looked at the various names with interest.

"The tea, sugar, milk kind."