bigger boys and stolen sweethearts - oasis/blur

NOEL'S TUNES

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NEVE

SHOTS, LARGER AND DRUGS weren't the best thing to have on a school night. Especially when you had a history exam the next day, and the personal statement deadlines were ending. But who the fuck were any of them trying to kid? No one in their bunch would be getting into Oxford or Cambridge.

They were pretending like they were though, Noel had everyone going for about ten minutes. He said he had all his gcses, that his predicted grades were all A's and that he wanted to be a doctor after graduating from Cambridge. He'd really convinced them all, then next thing you know he and Liam were pissing themselves.

Liam was still toppling over with laughter, "yas actually believed him?" Noel was a convincing man. "R'kids fuckin' stupid as! Mam had ta convince the teachers to let him back into school!"

"Oi! That wasn't cause I was stupid!" Noel protested, throwing his head back on the sofa. "It was cause I threw flour round that cunty teacher." And he had, at his last school he'd gotten fed up and threw flour round his teacher. Although, their school didn't know about it or else he'd have probably been rejected, along with Liam too.

"Yeah, Noel's not stupid," Neve defended, giggling a bit. "He's just...creative?"

"That's just another way of calling him dense," Jess replied, sitting criss-cross on the floor. She'd had about 5 shots and was completely out of it.

"Nah, he is!" She exclaimed, nodding her head profusely. "He can play the guitar and all that, that's more than any of us can fucking do," she spoke, referring to the girls only. She knew that the boys could play a few instruments themselves. "And I heard him hum elizabeth my dear under his breath the other day, decent singer he is!"

Noel chuckled at her, his face growing into his famous Noel Gallagher smile. "Cheers love!" They were all off their faces, so there were no sober thoughts to interject as he placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. She wasn't complaining though.

"He writes songs too," Liam informed them all, "he's a soppy fuckin' bastard is what he is; always writin' tunes about his bird there," he said it mockingly, rolling his eyes as he pointed to Neve and him.

Noel visibly reddened and shook his head in protest, "shush, Liam," he muttered. He backed up a bit from the blonde beside him, which wasn't noticeable to the others, but it was to her as she frowned slightly.

She didn't know why she was upset-Liam was only joking, she and Noel weren't going out. Everyone thinking they were, didn't mean it was true. It was like how she teased Liam about fancying Brona, only difference was that he actually did.

Instead of moving, on like they both hoped to, everyone started to take the piss. "You write songs about Neve, Gallagher?"

"No!" He defended, blushing profusely. He was fucking mortified, why had Liam gone and said that for? "Dunno what yous are all laughing at, don't ya wank off to Brona in the shower, r'kid? An' you too Alboobs, ya fancy the tits of 'er," he pointed to Jess, trying to get the spotlight of himself.

"Nah, now you're trying to get our attention of you," Brona told him. "Do you write tunes about our Neve then?"

"Course he doesn't," Neve piped up, trying to sound cheerful. I mean, she didn't want Noel to think it annoyed her. "Leave him alone, Liam's only teasing like the dickhead he is."

Liam seemingly getting the hint for once in his life nodded, "yeah...just bein' a prick I am." He could tell from Neve's body language that the whole conversation irritated her and seeing as they were newly mates and he didn't have much of those, he didn't want to lose it. "R'kid's tunes are about drugs an' that, y'know?"

Everyone nodded, dropping the subject as she bangs the drum faintly played in the background. Alex, Graham (he's not apart of this book anymore x) and Dave left shortly, to go round to Jamie Tierney's which fucked Liam off beyond belief. Liam and Brona retreated to the kitchen to make more of her burned toast as Jess and Damon left to go get them all a chippy.

And for the first fucking time ever, Neve and Noel sat in silence. Neither of them daring to speak a word to each other and it didn't feel right. They were always meaninglessly chatting about stupid shite like who the best Beatle was, or if Jazz music was good. Last week, they'd even had a conversation about whether or not getting shat on by a bird was good luck.

From the kitchen, Liam gestured to her to come and join him. Brona had left through the back door to buy some bread in the corner shop. Burned, nearly black toast was her drunk food-as well as sober.

She stood up without a word to Noel and walked to the kitchen.

"You sweet?" Liam asked her, feeling the tiniest bit guilty over her sudden mood change. "Y'know i didn't mean to annoy ya."

"I'm alright," she mused, thinking back to Noel's string of 'no's', he was so adamant about not writing tunes about her. "Not annoyed at you anyways."

"Ah, ya annoyed at r'kid?" He questioned, his brows shooting up. "Eeyare, I'm a cunt for tellin' ya this seein' as he's my brother," he paused, "but y'know i wasn't joking, he does write about ya," he continued, "he's jus' embarrassed cause he didn't want ya to know."

"Oh," was all she said, happy with the answer. I mean, if Noel was writing about her, he was probably writing about their friendship, they had a class one like.

"Jus' don't be pissy with him, alright? Yous are good mates an' i don't want ta ruin that over a shite joke." Liam was showing genuine care for his brother, this once again proved Neve's theory that that kid adored Noel with every fucking bone in his body.

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