A/N: Language. Adult scenes. Lyrics in Bold are an Alternate Version of "Shiver" By Natalie Imbruglia.
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"John-Paul gets vicious,
He gets pent up,
When he's near Finn,
He can barely stand"
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Joe Roscoe tried to sleep, but he couldn't. Was it the guilt? Guilt about What? No. Joe had nothing to be guilty about. It was all in his head.
How old was Joe then? Fourteen? Thirteen? It was Back when the Twins' Dad was in the picture. He was still a piece of shit. But he was still in the picture.
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Freddie was in a Dream-World, and Ziggy liked Footie more than the ladies. God that was a fucking long time ago. Joe was at that age where he was trying to find himself. Sure it sounds like Hippy Tree-Hugger Bollocks. But it was true.
Joe wanted to be his own person and fit in at the same time. It was shitty, when their Dad died. Mum was in bits. The Twins still saw their Dad. Jason played it cool, but Robbie showed off.
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Joe hated him for it. When he'd go past Mum's room he'd catch a glimpse of Mum hugging their Dad's clothes. Or Ziggy sniffing Dad's aftershave. Joe couldn't go near their Dad's stuff for years.
Freddie wanted it. But Joe got the job of being "Man of the House" Even as a Teenager, his Mum Sandy was treating him like an more ways than one, and it freaked him out.
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When his Brothers would get into trouble, he'd be the one giving out the punishments. When Ziggy was out late with a bird, Joe would stick a Curfew sheet on his Brother's wall.
When Sandy was working, Joe would clean the house and cook for his Brother's when he got back from school. Joe's Brother's would complain, Joe was a shitty cook, but he kept trying until one night he got a Text from Freddie.
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"Twins at Dad's. Me + Zig out" The Text said. Joe tried not to be pissed off. But he wanted to join them. Or at least be given the chance to. Fat chance of that happening. Mum came back from work. He ate her Home-Made lasagne and tried to keep it down.
"Mum Fred and Zig have gone to Nate's. I'm gonna check on them" Joe said.
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"Ahh that's nice, but you don't need to worry, you sure you don't want to try the Treacle Tart? It's my first go" Sandy said. Joe said he'd try some later and left. He didn't go to the party.
Freddie hadn't texted him any directions. Joe was too embarrassed to ask. He went to the woodland at the first hill down the main road.
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Joe didn't know what he was going to do there. He was probably just going to sit on the grass and look up at the stars. Like a fag. It was sad, but what else could he do? Before Joe got the time to sit in a good spot, he heard the snap of twigs around him...
Joe thought it was the wind, but unfortunately it wasn't...
