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RocmySox- tis why i chose mine too, and it's Allan who failed didn't do so well, Roy was just being Roy (royston white, loved him so i brought him back!)
Chapter two: Celebration preparations
Part one: the boys formerly of Loksley senior
"I look like a berk." Much stated as he tugged at the brightly coloured tee which Robin had lent him. Much was certain he'd looked fine before he arrived at his friend's house, but the non-'rave virgin' assured Much that he was wrong. His regular jeans, shirt and coat were balled up on the floor of Robin's room, undoubtedly a confusing site for his mother. His clothes had been replaced with tight fitting acid washed jeans (Much later learnt that these were in fact courtesy of Robin's older sister), a very baggy bright blue shirt with fluorescent pink writing and a small white hoody which had small bright coloured cartoon patterns on it.
"For the last time, you look fine!" Robin shouted at his friend. The two of them were sitting at the bus stop by Robin's house, waiting for the 70 which Will said he was on and which would take them a mere quarter of a mile from the roller world. Robin himself was in a stripy dark blue shirt and regular jeans. Inside he was laughing that Much was so easy to trick, and so trusting of what he said. Though it was a trick to get Much to dress that way Robin couldn't help but feel that it was back firing. His smaller framed friend suited the clothes and would probably get more attention from the ladies.
"Fine... where are we going anyways? You said a rave, but where and how exactly did you hear about it, i mean, Loksley isn't exactly known for its wild teenagers." Much grinned, it really wasn't, Loksley was nothing more than a large glorified village determined to be called a town. All the houses were widely spread, except for a few semi-connected houses on what passed for a high street. The highlight of entertainment was probably the library, which was only open three days a week, or possibly the fish and chip shop, the matter was yet to be settled. Robin shrugged.
"Me and Will were out in Nottingham trying to get some beer from an off licence but we both got asked for ID." Robin paused to Much could snigger at him. "A few minutes later another guy, about our ages, walks in and starts talking to the guy at the counter. He buys a couple of six packs then walks out and asks if we'd like to join him and his friends at the park." Much was starting to feel a little hurt that Robin hadn't texted him and asked if he'd of liked to join them. "Turns out they were celebrating GCSE results too, and the guy who brought the beer told us about this rave at the old Nottingham roller world, said we should come along. Oh and you'll never guess what." Robin slapped Much's arm to get his mate to pay attention, "Much! Listen, you asked the question."
"Okay, okay, what will I never guess?" Much faked interest in Robin's rambling story.
"Well, him and one of his mates are going to be going to the same College as us! It's great isn't it? We'll already know people when we get there. They even know some girls from the grammar school, think about it..." Robin positively beamed at the thoughts of things to come, drunken parties and statistically 1.5 girls to every boy at the college. Just as Robin was about to continue the bus pulled round the corner and Much stood up quickly and walked towards the curb. The doors slid open and a few OAPs slowly stumbled out and made their way down the street. Much flashed his bus pass and took a seat next to Will on the back row of the Bus. Robin tried to blag a child's rate on his ticket but in the end he had to pay the full £1.10. Will and Much laughed as Robin sulked at the 'extortionate' ticket prices.
"You look to young to buy beer, but too old to pass a child on the busses, you poor sod." Will grinned as he waved a child's ticket at Robin, who tried to grab it off of him. "You look good by the way, Much." Will turned to his uncomfortable looking friend. "Aren't those girl's jeans though?" Much glared at Robin, suddenly catching on as to how a pair of trousers belonging to the very differently sized boy fitted him.
"These are your sister's aren't they?"
"Maybe," Robin shrugged like he thought nothing of it, "Can't say really, she wears my jeans sometimes." Much knew this wasn't true; Robin's older sister had an entirely different style to her brother. The thought that it would be disturbing to share jeans with a sibling of a different gender didn't even cross the only child's mind.
"Ignore him, Much. He's jealous 'cause he can't fit in to them." Will pointed out matter-of-factly. Much liked that idea and found himself not only feeling better, but feeling ever so slightly smug.
Part two: the girls of, and one formally of, Nottingham grammar
"Djaq i don't know." Marian whined from her seat on Djaq's bed. "I mean, coming around yours or going out to the cinema with a group is one thing, but going to a bloody rave when my dad wants me at home is another." Djaq laughed at the daddy's girl attitude, but knew that Marian was only joking, she may love her father, but she would never forego the joys f youth to appease his over protectiveness.
"You know you're going to end up coming out with us anyways, you may as well not make us hate you and your constant complaining." The door opened and Eve slid in to the small room. Her long brown hair was loosely curled and hung from a purposely slack pony tail. "You going to need the mirror Eve?" Djaq asked as she carefully pencilled on her eye liner.
"Yeah, but I'll go get changed first." Eve bent down to get her clothes from her overnight bag. A maroon red tank top with a slight lace around the neck line and a pair of light denim, tight fitting, cropped overalls. She caught Marion looking at her clothing choices. "What? I thought it would suit the situation." Eve took her clothes and the left the room, Marion and Djaq heard the door to the bathroom open and close.
"What are you going to wear?" Marion asked, laying back on Djaq's bed and looking up at the Kurt Cobain poster of him holding a guitar and kneeling on the floor. Djaq shrugged, then opened her closet door and started to dig through. "Do you think i look okay in this?" Marion sighed, looking down at her own attire, a purple micro-mini dress over black leggings. Djaq didn't even turn around before answering.
"You look fine Marion. I'm sure you'll have lots of people drooling over you," Djaq smirked evily to herself, "Like Allan maybe."
"What makes you say that?" Marion blushed. "I barely know him, and anyone who keeps company like that Roy fellow is not good people." Marion sat up and grabbed the mirror from off of the desk and tried to sought out her hair.
"You may not know him, but you have seen him. Roy's sweet anyways." Djaq quickly suppressed the bad thoughts which she got whenever talk of Allan happened, he was cute but not her type, she liked them smart and sweet, not boisterous and loud, with a lack of common sense.
"Hmm, i think he's gay." Marion stated as toyed with the idea of tying her hair up.
"Allan?!"
"No, Roy... i mean, anyone with a Y chromosome at our age with their mother on speed dial, you have to wonder." Marion and Djaq giggled loudly, which just served to confuse Eve as she entered the room.
"By any chance is this talk of boys? Allan and Roy perhaps. Well, you two can have your childish boys." Eve had a look of knowing which really maddened her friends.
"Not this again, Eve. Devina's friend? Really? You don't even know if he'll be there, and if he is, he is such an emo, do you really wanna go there?" Djaq finished her small lecture.
"He is hot though, and not many men can pull off eye liner." Eve nodded in agreement with Marion's appreciation for the older boy. "What's his name? I can never remember it, only met him once though."
"Guy." Eve answered with a slight swoon at the thought. Djaq sighed at the two Guy groupies.
"The taxi'll be here soon, you guys nearly ready?"
Part three: the former boys of Nottingham County High
"Try this." Allan passed Roy a rolled up cigarette, "Bought it in town from some bloke at the skate park, seems a bit week to me." Roy hesitated, he'd never approved of Allan's ways, and his mother had told him so many horror stories about drugs, even small things like pot and mushrooms that he didn't really want to touch it. Allan however, had been left to pretty much raise himself and had never given second thought to what he did with his body. Though generally he steered clear of anything he knew to be dangerous.
"Nah, i'd rather not, Allan."
"Suit yourself." Allan shrugged, "One day i think i shall try to make a Cumbrian carrot." As Roy made no response Allan assumed he hadn't gotten the reference, "From that film? The one with the actors and the horny uncle?" Roy grinned.
"There is nothing quite like a firm young carrot." Roy quoted, looking up at Allan who was taking a large inhalation from the blunt. Allan nodded to acknowledge Roy's quote.
"You think Djaq will be there?" Allan bit his bottom lip as he pulled his shirt over his head. The dark skinned girl was so different from the majority of girls at his school, she was bright and very spirited, and Allan quite fancied his chances with her that night... providing that she was there of course.
"How should i know?" Roy fidgeted in his place on Allan's bed, he didn't like Djaq and her friends, they seemed to look down on him, he assumed it was because of his voice. Most people thought that his voice meant that he was lacking in intelligence.
"Suppose you don't really care, do you? You have the libido of a castrated monk. Honestly, if i hadn't found those Jazz mags in your room i'd think you were gay ya know?" Allan laughed slightly at the idea that Roy was gay. "Never know, get a through drinks in you and who knows, you could finally pop that cherry of yours mate." Roy rolled his eyes and Allan's outlandish idea.
"I can crash here tonight right?" Roy inquired, suddenly remembering the bollocking he'd get if he went home even slightly buzzed.
"Course, you can stay in the spare room. Oh, that reminds me. Catch!" Allan shouted as he grabbed something off of his desk and tossed it to his friend. Catching it Roy gave Allan a confused glance before pocketing the prophylactic.
Woot, end of second chapter
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