Three days later Siobhan came to visit with the baby before the boys left again. We all sat in the livingroom watching Friends, which was kinda new to the U.K. at the time the theme song even got to like number 3 at one point in the charts but was 17th by the end of 1995.
"I've got an idea right, hear me out it's a good one" liam says suddenly pipes up."I really wish yer wouldn't do that Rkid" Noel replies "yer almost gave me a heart attack, just suddenly talking abruptly like that".
"Abruptly's a big word for yer int it noel?" Siobhan jokes, she had lost most of her irish accent over the years in favour of Mancunian so it was a weird mix of both... they were quite similar anyway.
"Shut up" he mutters "what is it Rkid?".
"Well... I thought maybe Siobhan and Honey could plan the wedding like... y'know the bit with the priest and the reception and that for when we get back... yer know wha' I mean like?" Liam replies.
"Why would they want to do that?".
"Because, Noel, it'll pass time... her treatment will be over by the time we get back and it can be planned for then" he replies "it's not like yer aint got the fucking mullah".
"It's nah about the feckin' money all the time, Liam, yer know that right?" Siobhan replies "but that is a good Idea".
"Well" noel replies "i'll apply for another card with access to my Amex account to be mailed here and yer can do that... but dont go mad, i dont wanna be coming back to find yer spent a milly on shite" Noel replies.
"But your Amex account is basically a blank check, the money just goes up and up" I reply.
"Yeah well what im saying is dont buy trump tower.... buy a helicopter or a fancy car or something cool like that if you want" he smiles "yer are my wife after all. But yer not allowed to drive until your treatment is over so get a chauffer... and a bentley maybe? Or just use my roller".
"Yer what now?" Siobhan asks almost spitting out her tea.
"My roller" noel replies.
She chuckles "when tae feck did yer get a Rolls Royce?".
"Alan McGee got him it about three weeks ago for the album release party" liam pouts "he told him he wanted a chocolate brown roller so he got one. The rest of us got vintage Rolexes because that makes sense".
"Those things arent fuckin' cheap either mate" Paul replies coming down the stairs "i didnt get either of them".
"I prefer white rollers and did i get a Rolex?" I ask.
"No" liam replies.
Noel smiles "actually, yes... alan did get you something considering that yer were supposed to be there... its at the heights so you'll have to wait until you can go home".
"Ooh fun" I reply "i like a good long mystery guessing game".
"I'll try and bring it down on our break" he smiles.
"Hang on whats 'the heights' please" Siobhan asks.
"Supernova heights. Its what Mr and Mrs. Gallagher call their five bedroom, three bath, two livingroom gaff" Liam explains.
"Noel named it actually" I reply and then turn to him "whos feeding the cats?" I ask.
"The cleaner" he replies "we have a cleaner now and something else but that can wait".
"Fuck sake" i mutter "ok. Anyway havent you two gotta fuck off yet?".
"Soon" liam replies, looking at his rolex.
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Bad To The Bone
FanfictionIts 1994, the year of Trainspotting, the first ever Sony Playstation, PJ & Duncan, mobile telephones, Pulp Fiction, Blur, a royal divorce, a rock and roll suicide, the channel tunnel, computers and an up and coming band from Manchester that is about...