Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts - Alex Turner/Arctic Monkeys fanfic

-Chapter 1-

I jumped into the drivers side of my cream mini and threw my bag down in the passengers. I slammed the door and started up the engine, heading home after such a busy day.

I had been all over Sheffield, bought a new guitar sheet music book and some new clothes, and bought the Arctic Monkeys latest album 'AM'.

My name is Lana Reading, I'm 20 and live in Sheffield, South Yorkshire. My best friend Marcus Butterfield lives in a flat below me, and his friend Miles Kane moved into our block not so long ago. Marcus is kind, loving and caring but extremely over-protective. He hardly lets me do anything by myself, today he was reluctant to letting me go on my own. I think he's just worried, though I'm 20 and perfectly capable of living my own life.

Just as I was coming out of the city centre, a text popped up on my phone screen. I pulled into the kerb to read it.

Marcus - 15:36pm

Hey Lana,

Me and Miles are picking you up at 7, we're taking you to a gathering tonight

Lots of love, Marcus xxxxxxxxxxxx

As I finished reading the text, numerous thoughts popped into my head:

A) why does he write texts as if he's writing a letter? I know it's to me and I know who it's from, god

B) why has he just organised my night?

C) why so many kisses?

D) why does the way he put 'me and miles' sound as if they're my gay dads

E) why am I still staring at my phone screen

I threw my phone down on the cream leather seat and let out a deep sigh, pushing my hair back. I couldn't be bothered at all, I'd have to ring him and tell him. I picked up my phone again and dialled his number, it rang twice and he picked up.

"Hey, hey, hey! Lana, how are you? Are you coming tonight? Well of course you are!" his voice rang through my ears like a bell.

"Calm down, Marcus. I'm so tired, do I really have to come tonight?" I moaned.

"Yes! You know I don't like you staying in on your own on Saturdays!"

"I'm 20, Marcus, I think I'm okay on my own in the night. You need to stop worrying."

"Well, you need to meet the guys! Like, need to meet them. We're picking you up at 7! Bye!" and he put the phone down. It looked like I had to admit defeat, so I threw my phone back down, and started my engine up again heading for my apartment.

The drive took just 10 minutes and I was unlocking my door on the third floor. I threw my handbag down on my sofa and locked my door before placing my keys on the kitchenette worktop, then headed for my bedroom.

I took off my leather jacket, then flicked through my clothes on my clothing rail (I had no room for a wardrobe) and found some decent clothes: my black floaty camisole top, light skinny jeans and my platform sandals from Topshop. I'd find some jewellery when I'd finished in the shower.

I undressed then entered my little bathroom, turned the shower on hot and stepped in. I grabbed my shampoo and washed my hair, then conditioned it afterwards. I scrubbed my body with my exfoliator and then rinsed my hair and turned off the shower. I stepped out then wrapped a towel around me, before walking over to the window and pushing it open to let some of the steam out. I padded back through to my bedroom and dried myself off before slipping on my silk dressing gown my Mum had sent me for my birthday this year. Sitting down at my dressing table, I turned on my hair dryer and dried my hair, leaving no wet patches, then flicked the switch of my curlers and waited for them to heat up.

I applied some foundation, concealer and blush, then flicked some eyeliner on, before mascara, then filled in my eyebrows. Just as I was about to grab my curlers, a text flashed up on my phone.

Marcus - 17:12pm

Hey Lana,

We're coming to pick you up a bit earlier, six-ish? See you then!

Marcus xxxxxx

I didn't even bother letting the thoughts pop up in my head, I just shook my head and began curling my hair.

Once I had finished, I went it brush my teeth and then put on some underwear, then my outfit. I applied lipstick, then puffed up my hair to make it a little more volumous, then hair-sprayed it to make it stay in place.

I found a little handbag which I remembered my grandmother had bought me years ago; it was the perfect size and went well with my outfit, so I put my purse in, after checking I had enough money, then my phone. I closed my bedroom door and waited for the knock. It was nearly 6pm so they should have been arriving soon.

I was waiting around ten minutes, and was just about to put on a CD, before I heard a knock at the door. I unlocked it and answered with a smile.

"Lana! You look so beautiful!" I was greeted with a huge hug from Marcus, Miles was stood close behind, looking at his Rolex watch.

"Come on love birds, gotta get moving!" his scouse accent said in a lively, ready-to-party way.

"Okay, just let me get my keys," I said, going back into my kitchenette and slipping them into my bag. I was annoyed Miles was calling us 'love birds', we were nowhere near love. He actually annoyed me more than he did make me feel good...

"Got your keys babe?" Marcus said.

Babe...oh my god cringe.

"Yeah," I said, locking up the door. We walked out into the warm evening sunshine, over to Miles' car, I hopped into the back whilst the boys got in the front.

"Ready to go?" Miles said revving the engine. Before we could answer, we were speeding out of the car park on our way to the 'gathering'...