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Act I Chapter II ━ Wee English Fella
❛ERIN, YOU'RE OVERREACTING.❜
Siobhan had sighed around ten times in the few minutes it had taken them to get from the shop to the bus stop. Erin wouldn't stop going on at her about David.
"I think I'm being perfectly rational, homewrecker." Erin spat, folding her arms over her chest.
"Christ, Erin." Siobhan thought her eyes would swivel into the back of her head with how hard she rolled them. "You've had all of three conversations, you're not fucking married."
Their argument was cut short by the arrival of a new voice.
"Motherfuckers!"
The four girls halted and turned their heads towards the voice, which belonged to the final member of their group ━ Michelle. A smile graced Siobhan's face at the sight of the dark-haired beauty.
"Motherfucker is my new thing. Watched this film last night. My dad got it off Pyro Pauline, and it's about these two lads, and they wear these cracking suits and they rock about, just shooting people and eating cheeseburgers, and they're all, motherfucker this, motherfucker that. It's got your man in it. What do you call him? The disco dancer from Look Who's Talking."
Michelle had a talent of talking for ages which Siobhan appreciated. She always took a genuine interest in whatever the girl would spout at them. At the description of the film, she knew she wanted to watch it.
"The fuck is on your arm, Siobhan?"
"It's a cast, Michelle."
"Yeah, I can see that, you div." She rolled her eyes, moving her long curls out of her face. "I meant ━ what is it doing on your arm?"
"Broke it Friday night doing stupid shit in my bedroom. Hurt like a bitch, I'll tell ya that." She slipped her arm out of Orla's to give Michelle a hug, which she graciously accepted. Over Michelle's shoulder, she noticed the presence of someone unfamiliar and odd.
"Who's that?"
"Who owns the fella?"
The fella they were all seeing had a head full of brown curls and an awkward look on his face. He was also wearing the same uniform as them, which confused the four, since they went to an all girls school.
"Me." Michelle claimed. The girls looked between her and the fella. "Well, come on then, ball-ache. Are you introducing yourself or what?"
"Hi. I'm Michelle's cousin, James." The fella gave a wave to them.
