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Dedicated to Lois and Bex, both of whom are big Breat fans xxx
This is kind of a back story for Meat and Brit, how they met, got together etc.
Rated T for language.
Planet Mall Shopping Centre was relatively quiet as Brit wandered in, gaining several disgusted glances by the clones. It made him sick, everywhere he looked there were GaGa Girls coupled up with boys from the Boyzone.
There were pastels all over the place. Proud to be out of place, he strode past the glares and into one of the 'beautifully' clean and spotless side corridors.
"Uh...what do you think you're doing here?" Came a voice from behind him. Brit stopped, thinking the insult would be directed at him, and turned to see a GaGa Girl standing cockily in front of a hotdog stand. "People like you shouldn't be allowed. Haven't you been processed yet?"
To his surprise, the insults were actually directed at a girl with a shock of messy blonde hair, standing behind the stand, serving the hotdogs.
He watched as the GaGa clone turned on her heel and trotted off down the corridor and out of sight, with the blonde girl making rude gestures behind her back. Brit stared at her. She was...perfect. There was a sullen, sulky look on her face, sometimes broken by fake smiles as she handed mindless people their food. Her blonde hair was wild and untamed, her eyes bright and flashing, and her nimble fingers counted money in and money out of the till in front of her.
Some took one look at her unruly hair, out-of-place clothes and blasé attitude and headed swiftly towards a different hotdog stand, not wishing to be served by someone as 'weird' as that.
She glanced up disinterestedly as Brit reached the counter.
"Yeah?" She sulked, holding tongs in one hand and twirling a piece of hair with the other. "What do ye want?" Her tone was not harsh, but feisty, reflecting the fire behind her eyes.
"You don't like being here, do you?" She rolled her eyes.
"No shit. Are ye getting a hotdog or not?" Her accent was soft and lilting. Scottish? She sighed and picked up a plain hotdog. "There ye go, next please." But to her annoyance there was no one behind him to push him out of the way. He held up the hotdog gratefully and took a bite out of it.
"Thanks, I'll see you around."
The look she gave him was half annoyed, half interested as she watched him leave the shopping centre, hotdog in his hand.
Brit leaned against the wall outside Planet Mall and sighed. It was like she was made for the Bohemians, made for him.
His journey back to the Heartbreak Hotel was full of her. The way she wrapped a lock of blonde hair around her fingers, the way she chewed her lip when she was bored, the way she...
"Brit! Find anything?" He snapped out of his stupor and glanced up at Big Macca as he let his rucksack fall to the floor by his feet.
"Um...yeah, yeah some...wire." He ducked down and produced a roll of wire from the front pouch of the bag and handed it to Mac. The other man looked sceptically at his friend. "Y'know to...twang."
"Brit? What's wrong?"
There was an expectant pause.
"What about another Bohemian here with us?" Mac put a hand to his head and groaned.
"What are you talking about, Brit? You've found some GaGa Girl Planet Mall Chick now?"
"No, no, no, not a GaGa Girl."
There was a short silence.
"Oh god...Boyzone?"
"NO!" He shook his head and grinned. "No, she's something special...and she is a she!"
"Alright, alright I believe you." Brit nodded defiantly and let his thoughts wander back to Her. She would definitely fit in here; she was perfect for their way of life. "Well...I guess if you're sure..." Mac said, somewhat doubtfully. "As long as she's not going to turn into a spy?"
"No she'd never." The other man retaliated. "She's not like that, y'know when you can just tell?"
"Yeah. And I have to say, I'd trust your instincts much more than most of the others." He jerked his head in the general direction of where the other Bohemians were and winked at his friend. "Go for it, I say."
To be continued...
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