Forever And Ever.

29

Theres nothing like the sound of birds to wake you up in the morning. I rolled over to find Noel had vanished and replaced by two cats. So I rolled back over to check the time. 11.15am.
I wondered where Noel had gotten to so I pulled on my dressing gown and called his name to no avail.
Then I walked across the room and to the door, where I pulled it open and called his name once again down the hall towards the stairs. Instead of Noel coming, Matilda came running to me and jumped up, almost pushing me over. I had forgotten how big she had gotten (she was easily around my height of 5'6 on her back legs now, I'd say shes around 5'4). It was frustrating sometimes because even though she was this ginormous beast that people use as guard dogs and stuff, she still thought she was a puppy and that made her very clumsy. She almost crushed me on the sofa once, trying to sit on my lap. I sat on the floor with her instead. We still loved her alot though. "Fucksake, dog" I grumble in a cheerful kinda way and give her a scratch on the head "go find that twit and see where he's got to will yer?". She just tilted her head to the side like I was speaking some foreign language or something. "I thought you were supposed to be smart" I chuckle "go find Noel, where's he got to?".
She understood that because the nuzzled my hand and then waited for me to put it on her collar lightly so she could lead me to wherever like Lyla had trained her to do. Lyla had also taught her some guide dog tricks like getting stuff out the fridge, getting the phone or mail and letting herself out ect. She was very low matinece because of this so Lyla did me a favour. She lead me down the stairs and through to the diningroom.

Noel was sat at the table with a load of papers and a pair of reading glasses on. He had a pen in his hand and he was reading one. They looked like letters and forms, complicated things that I wouldnt understand. He also looked about fifty years old with those glasses on. I'd had half a mind to tell him he looked like he'd aged about twenty years but I felt it better not to.
"Did yer not hear me calling?" I asked.

"No. Sorry, love, I was too far deep in these" he replies, looking up at me as I sit on the other side of the corner to his right.

"What is it?" I pick a paper up and skim over the words, not really taking it in.

"Requests to use our songs in various different things, TV, Adverts, stuff like that" he replies "a fuckin' pain in the arse basically".

"Cant the record company deal with that though?".

"Yeah they can but they still need my permission because I wrote the fuckin' thing. I also need Liam to give permission as its his voice on most".

"What boring shit. Today isnt gonna be a boring day is it? Ive only been up fuckin' five minutes and I wanna go back to bed" I winge.

"Yer cant".

"What? Why cant I?" I say, pretending to be offended like I was going to go back to bed.

"Because the house warming party is today, my dear" he says in a mock posh accent.

"Oh fuck is it?" I reply "I forgot. Can we just cancel? I'm not prepared".

"Not prepared? I brought yer an outfit for it and everything, just got cold feet is all" he replies "plus all the greats are gonna the be there; Ian Brown, Jarvis Cocker, Billy Idol, Paul weller".
I stared at him shocked at that last one and remembered the shitshow that was my life at Supernova Heights.
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"Whats this?" Paul Weller asks as I do a line of his coke.

"Whats what?" I turn to face him, wiping my nose.

"This?" He holds it up, blue and white, I swear inside I was screaming. I couldn't even throw that away. At least it wasnt Noel that found it.