Eastenders: 15 Years Later
Disclaimer: I don't own Eastenders or Billionare by Travis McCoy!
Summary:
It's 2025; the young ones are growing up, the old ones are older. And the baby's are ready for life, watch out Walford – there's some new kids on the block!
Author's Note:
Hey, it's me! ThyGreenThing! I'm writing this chapter because Phlob and Kev 'forgot'! LOL! So this story's gonna go on forever, well not literally! But you know what I mean! I think it'll be mainly be writing this because the others abandoned me! *sniff sniff* :( And every chapter I'll give you a song to listen to while you're reading! 'Cause I'm just cool like that! :L
Chapter 1's Song: Cuz I can by P!nk
Chapter 1
*plays Eastenders theme tune*
A beam of white light passes through the gap between the curtains, for a second, filling the room with a bright light. I squint and bang my head on the wall that I'm currently sat on the floor and leaning on. Sleepily, I picked at a bit of peeling wallpaper. It's 4am and I can't sleep – again. Doesn't matter, it's not like I'm going to actually bother going to school in the morning.
Groggily, I changed into a pair of skinny jeans and my beloved JLS hoodie. I sneak out of my box room and tip-toe down the stairs, collecting my muddy trainers at the bottom. I smirk as I spot my mum's coat hung over the banister, I fish around in her coat pocket hoping she has the key's for the back door in there. Suddenly I feel something cold in my fingers; result!
I put the key in the lock and twisted it. Before you could say 'Albert Square', I was out in the dark, leaving the Vic behind me. I sluggishly walked past the Community Centre and straight to the playground, surely I wouldn't find anyone else here at 4 o'clock in the morning. Putting my hood up, I pushed the gate open and shuffled through the wood chips. As I got closer to the swings, I saw someone on them. It was a boy. I smirk and sit down on the empty swing next to him.
"Ain't seen you 'round 'ere before," I say to him casually, swinging gently back and forth. He looks up at me. Ooh, he is gorgeous! I stare at his beautiful olive eyes and smile slightly. "Just got here. I've had enough of my mum. So I've come to find my dad here."
Strange, his accent is kind of foreign. "Who's ya parents then?" I ask, being nosey. "Why?"
"I know where everyone lives. I've been 'ere all my life,"
The stranger gives me a funny look, "Sam Mitchell and Jack Branning."
There's a long silence. He must be Richard Mitchell. Oh God – not another Mitchell! "Okay, Mitch,"
"Huh?" he frowns at me. It's cute frown.
"Well, ya don't want me to call ya Richard. I'll call ya Mitch!" I reply with a small giggle. He smiles back at me, "How'd you know about me?" he questioned me, "And who are you?"
"I'm Tasha and I heard from my mate Dot Branning,"
"Nice to meet you!" he exclaims.
We swing in silence for a while until Mitch asks another question, "Why are you here anyway? It's 4am!"
I shrug my shoulders, "Dunno, couldn't sleep,"
"Do your parents know?"
"No."
Oops, spoke to soon. "Tash! You there?" my mum shouts from the outside of the Vic. "Bugger!" I whisper.
"Your mum?" Mitch says. I nod. "Why don't you take me to my dad's house? So there's less chance she'll find you,"
"Mitch, you are a genius!" I like this guy, even though I only met him 20 minutes ago. I grab Mitch's hand and run towards George Street.
I smile as my new mate stands face to face with number 86, George Street. I turn and walk away. "Tash! Wait! Don't go!" he calls. I look round at him, "I'm sure we'll meet again, Mitchy!" I reply with a wink. Behind me I hear Mitch knock on Jack and Ronnie's door. Oh, I forgot to mention to him that Jack's married and has a daughter. Her name's Felicity by the way. That won't matter; Jack will be happy to see his rather yummy son. Apart Jack probably won't think his son's all that yummy. He's not gay like Syed and Christian. Ha.
I am now faced with one problem: my dear mother, Kat Moon. That's just great! She's going to rip my bloody head off! I put my hands in my pockets and walk to my death.
"Tasha Moon! Where the 'ell do ya think you've been!" mum practically explodes in front of me. "Just went for a walk. Couldn't sleep, alright?"
"Nah. 'S not alright! You could at least leave us a note or summink!"
"I will next time! Sorry!" I storm off into the Queen Vic. Upstairs I hear dad shout, "You found 'er?"
"Yeah, Alfie, and she's fine!" Mum shouts back.
"Apart from the fact I'm now half deaf." I mutter under my breath.
"Oi, I 'eard that, you!"
Mum sighs and then smiles, "Go and get changed into summfink decent, you can stay here today,"
I smile and walk off. There's got to be a catch, "Why?"
She smirks, "Work experience." I groan. "You'll get some cash for all your work!"
Bingo!
I have a shower and get changed and all that. I pull on a pair of white shorts and a hot pink tank top. I look under my bed for a pair of shoes. "Ah ha!" I put on a pair of black boots.
"Tash! C'mon we're opening!" Dad shouts to me from downstairs.
"I'm comin', don't get your knickers in a twist!"
I hurry down stairs while tying my hair into a low pony tail. Mum and Dad stand hand in hand in front of me. "You're in charge of the Vic for the day! If it gets to busy just close. We'll be back around 10pm," Mum say.
"What the hell!" I shout but they're out of the door before I can stop them. Well that's nice them, leaving their 15 year old daughter to look after an old pub all day! I don't have to do what they say, they've just buggered off and left me! I'll do what I want! If anyone asks why I'm not at school I'll say I've been excluded. It's happened many times before so they'll believe me.
I run upstairs and grab my bag, I look in my purse. Yay, I have £2.47. I'll be able to buy a few Milkybars with that. I hurry back downstairs, almost tripping over a pair of mum's red heels at the bottom. I strut past the till. The till! I am a genius! (Unlike my parents, just don't tell them I said that. Okay?) I jump over the bar counter and open the till. £400 should be enough for a day of shopping. Oh yes, am I good or what?
On my way out, I grab the keys to the Vic and lock up once I'm outside. Of course, once I've done a bit of shopping I'll get a snack and see Dot. Yes, Dot the 96 year old legend with the dead husband. Apparently Jim Branning died when I was 3, which is probably why I don't remember him. I'm not actually related to Dot, my actual grandad's called Charlie. But he's boring so I don't really spend much time with him.
A smile on my face, I look at the stalls on the market. Luckily there's not just a load of old biddies selling fruit and veg. I see my cousin Stacey running the clothes stall. I get a family discount, or at least I did last time I came here. "Tash, what you doin' 'ere? Ain't you meant to be at school?"
"Got excluded." I lied.
"Again! Why?" she asked.
"I told everyone that the head teacher slept with Amy Mitchell," I lied again. I could actually do that when I get to school. Ha, I just imagine the look on that bitch's face.
"Good one. You'll get permanently excluded if you ain't careful!"
I shrug. "Meh, more time to shop if I do,"
"I like how you think! You gonna buy anything 'ere today then?"
"I'll take a look around, Stace."
So, I look around and find a shiny silver dress for £75. It would look great on me and then I could go and find some stylish shoes to go with it. Boys would be falling at my feet, well it's not like they don't already! Quick as a flash I hand my much older cousin the money and snatch the dress. As I head towards another shop I remember that I forgot to ask for a family discount. Oh well, it's not like it's actually MY money. Oh, sugar muffins. It isn't my money. Meh, I'll worry about that later. Or maybe no one will notice there is £400 missing from the till! I doubt it.
"I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad," I sing as I swing my bags while I walk down the street. I get a few odd looks, but I don't care. Like mum once said 'It's a free country'. I couldn't agree more, myself. Something catches my eye on one of the jewellery stalls. I smile at a big, red bangle and pick it up, "How much?" I ask a blond man.
"£5" he replies. I hand him the money and pop it in the same bag that my dress is in. I still have £310 to waste!
I keep looking round, having a look at the odd accessory. I stare a t a big red clip on bow. It's massive and beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. A smiley woman sees me staring at it, "£10."
"Deal!" and I put that in my bag too.
What else do I need? Oh, I know; a breath taking necklace. I look around again for a while until I find exactly what I'm looking for.
"£200 for the necklace, young lady!"
I glare at the old looking man, "£150? What a rip off!"
"It's 100% silver and that's a real ruby on there. Good quality that is. Very good indeed!"
I sigh, "Alright, alright!"
He puts it in a box for me and I take it and put it in my bag. I have £190.
I just need shoes now and maybe some more lipstick because I'm running low. I need red boots, they would be cool. Once again, my shopping prayers are answered! Thank you! I stand face to face with the most amazing boots my eyes have ever seen. They're the same deep red as my bow, with big heels and huge silver buckle. They whisper to me, "Buy me! Buy me!" That's what I do. Another £175 gone - BAM!- just like that! Now these babies are mine, they even have their own bag! I searched and searched, but sadly I couldn't find any red lipstick! I'll borrow mum's if I really need to.
I have £20 left so I think it's time I went to the Minute Mart to get some food for me and my dear friend Dot. I swiftly walked towards the small shop; custard creams and cranberry juice, here I come! I actually have £22.75, but I don't think I'll spend the money that's really mine. I enter the shop, "Hi, Heather!" I call to the VERY fat woman behind the counter.
"Hello, Tasha! Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
I smile sweetly, "I got excluded when I didn't even do anything,"
"Oh, okay!" she chuckles.
I pick up a packet of custard creams and a carton of cranberry juice for Dot. And some chocolate digestives and a can of Coke for moi! "Altogether that's £8, please!" Heather booms. I can her a £20 note and say, "Keep the change!"
She puts my items in a bag and hands it to me, "Bye! Tasha! Have a nice day!"
"I will, thanks!" I call back to her as I exit the shop.
My bags and I wonder across Albert Square and towards Dot's cosy little house. I feel kind of sorry for her, I'd hate to be old and living alone. At least she's lucky enough to have me to keep her happy! I even have my own key to her house.
Eventually, I reach number 25 and fiddle around for the key. I put it in the lock and twisted it, the door opened with a creak. I heard voices in her front room. There was a familiar voice that belonged to a boy. Strange. Very strange. They must have heard me come in because the talking abruptly stopped. "Is that who I think it is?" Dot called from the other room.
"Yeah," I answered.
I walk into the room to see who this boy was. Is that Mitch? We stare at each other for a while, he is probably wondering if I'm that mysterious girl from last night. Dot gives us an odd look then clears her wrinkly throat. "What?" she asks.
I roll my eyes and reply, "Doesn't matter, Dot!"
I plonked myself down beside Dot and dump my bags on the floor. My elderly friend looks over at this possible Mitch, "Tasha, this is my grandson, Richard Mitchell. Richard this is Tasha Moon," she tells us. I give him a 'don't tell her about last night' look. "Nice to meet ya!" I exclaim with a smile.
"Nice to meet you too," he replies with a twinkle in his extremely, very, gorgeous eyes.
I pull my biscuits and drinks out the bag and put them on Dot's coffee table. But I keep my can of Coke in case Mitch was going to steal it. You know what boys are like! "Ooh, I say! Thank you, Tasha!" Dot says cheerfully, grabbing a custard cream.
"No problemo, Dot!"
I look over at Mitch, "So why ya 'ere?" I ask him after taking a sip of my can.
"Well, my sister doesn't really like me. So I'm going to live here," he answers.
"Cool." I say.
Dot, being her nosey self, picks up my bags. "'ave you been shoppin' again?"
"Yeah, couldn't help it!" I laugh, "it's in my blood!"
She takes out the red bow first, "Oh, that's pretty, isn't it?"
I was going to say 'Duh, that's why I bought it!' but I manage to keep my big gob shut. Instead I just feebly nod. Next, she pulls out the box with my necklace in. She opens it, "Well that's lovely!" she turns it around to face Mitch so he can see it.
"Yeah, it'll look nice on you," he says with a small smile. Aw, he's so sweet!
"Thanks,"
Then there's my bangle, "Ooh, that's nice!" and then the amazingly fantastical silver dress. "Ooh, I say! That'll look very good on you, dear,"
"Thanks, Dot!"
Last but definitely not least, comes my beloved boots. "Young people these days, wearing the strangest things!" Dot said with a smile as she put everything back in the bag. "Well I'm going to have a nap now, you two young ones do whatever young people do these days!" she says as she hobbles out of the room with her walking stick.
"Okay," we call to her.
"So..." I sigh.
"So..." Mitch repeats. I frown at him and then we both smile.
He stands up then sits back down where Dot was sat a few minutes ago. I pick up the packet of Digestives, "Want one?" I offer him.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Where'd you get the money to buy all of that stuff?" he suddenly asks me. Cue the awkward silence.
"Tash?" he says when I stay silent and suddenly find the Digestive packet very interesting. Maybe I should tell him, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to go and tell everyone.
"I needed money so I sort of borrowed some from the Vic because my mum left me in charge,"
"What! How much?" he whisper shouts.
"Errr, £400." I tell him.
"Ooh I say!" an old voice says from behind me.
*Duff Duff duff duff duff duff duff duff*
OHMIDEARIE! :O What's gonna happen? And next chapter will you find out anything about Amy Mitchell or Jack and Ronnie's daughter, Felicity Branning? Stay tuned to find out! Sorry if there's any mistakes! :P
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~ThyGreenThing~