An incredibly angry voice shouted "Neil" repeatedly on someone I guess was named Neil. Apart from being named Neil, he was also an utter bastard and a hippie from what I heard. "Well, it can't be worse than my last student housing" I thought, grabbing the door handle. The door exploded, and I changed my mind. • Comical love story with RickxGirl. Also includes Vyvyan, Neil, Mike. (If you're a fan of Rik Mayall, you're welcome)

His heavy breath tickles me, I feel his lips part against my skin, he's about to say something... Why must I always daydream at work? I return to reality - cleaning the caravans at a festival. Franz Ferdinand, my fav band is going to play, but I had no money for a festival ticket. I also have the biggest crush on the front man Alex. I had some hope of getting to see their show.. (I felt there was no worthy fanfic about Franz Ferdinand's Alex Kapranos here, so I wrote one myself)