Rebecca's miracle

Thirteen (July 3rd 1993)

Rebecca Pov

It was my 13th birthday, and even though it was a Saturday, I was still wide awake at stupid O'clock in the morning, (like 2 O'clock in the morning because insomnia's a bitch), so naturally I kind of wandered around the house, (because boredom), that was until I heard a little 'dink' against the kitchen window, I turned around so fast as I was ready to fuck shit up, it turned out to be Levi waiting outside for me.

"Levi you gave me a fucking heart attack!"
"Shit!, I'm sorry Bex!"
"What you doing up at this time for?"
"Well, it's your birthday"
"I'm well aware of that fact, why are you here?"
"I reckon we should have a celebration for that"
"Nobody's gonna be awake"
"I wouldn't bet on that"

After Levi said that, didn't Opal and Jake jump out from the fucking bushes, shouting 'Happy Birthday' which scared the absolute shit out of me, (if you're wondering how Leo didn't wake up at this point, I don't bloody know, I'm sorry that it's not a proper answer).

"Fucking hell!, you fuckers!"
"Surprise"
"Levi I don't know what strings ya pulled out ya arse, but you can wait while I get out of my bloody pj's, alright?"
"Alright then"

So I go upstairs and get dressed, as we both know that I wasn't gonna sleep any time soon, (plus pj's ain't really practical for anything other than sleeping), I wore nice enough clothes but I also knew that we were walking, so it had to be like semi practical, (so nothing that I can't walk in), I came back downstairs and we were ready to go, (well as ready to go a bunch of teenagers could be here, which was not very other than the alcohol was probably already bought for us).

"Where are we actually going?"
"I dunno, ask Levi, he's better at directions than Opal and I"
"Spill"
"You can trust me, I'm your keeper"
"Did you just throw back my words at me?"
"No, I'm paraphrasing this shit"
"Oh fuck off Levi"
"No"

I probably should've known that would be Levi's answer here, but reading people was not something that I was good at, well, I'm still not good at it, but I now at least know why I'm not good at it now, (✨Autism✨), but I had friends who didn't hold my lack of people reading skills against me, (and that was quite nice honestly).

Anyway we arrived at the usual place where we drank together, (though I still can't direct you there), (they drank out of teenage rebellion, I drank because it made me feel functional, I was also hiding cheep vodka bottles in Leo's bushes, so that I had backup alcohol), it was a quiet place to drink, (which for a bunch of barely teenagers, it was weird, but we weren't exactly known as normal teenagers, so that's probably why we're all great friends still, ya know).

"How did ye know that I would prefer a quiet place to drink?"
"People suck, less mouths to blab as well, so win win for us"
"Jesus Christ Jake, you're slowly turning out like Bex here"
"There's worse things to be Opal"
"Yeah Opal, there's worse things to be, like an arsehole"
"(Snorts), Yeah!, you listen to Bex!"
"You're her keeper!, of course you'll listen to her!"
"Untwist them knickers Opal!, besides Bex has a point!"

It was kind of weird that it was so quiet and yet we were yelling, (and not even because we were angry as we were quite jolly drunks), but volume control throws itself out the window when alcohol is involved, though there wasn't any like weird electrical activity around us, so I took that as a plus as I could normally hear that shit, (which isn't fun, let me tell ya).

Anyway, we were really just messing about while we were drinking, (which isn't a good idea considering that drunk people are way less coordinated than their sober constituents), as people do when they're drunk, (this feels really obvious, but I'm getting there, I promise), but honestly at this point in time, it was the best birthday I ever had, (yeah me and birthdays weren't exactly a great combo when I lived with my bio parents).

"I need to tell you guys that this is the best birthday like ever"
"I don't know if that makes me feel really good that we did that, or if that makes me want to punch your mother"
"Li I'd rather you didn't risk assault charges on Rita"
"Why do you have to be reasonable about your arsehole mother?"
"I'm not, I just prefer my mother didn't have much influence on my life in Manchester, that includes my friends criminal records"
"Alright then"