Chapter 1- Meatloaf

Where to start, well... OK I know where.

I was five, when Meatloaf, joined the heartbreak family. Brit had taken me swimming in a nearby lake that had been checked by numourous Bohemians. We were jumping in from a rope swing he had put up while we were there. He noticed a figure watching us from the bank. She was starring, frozen with fear. We swam over to her. She was blonde, no more than 14, and was clearly a rejected GaGa as the clothes she was wearing were clearly downloaded from some fake illegal site.

"Slow down." I called to Brit who had swam miles ahead of me.

"Keep up." He called back, jokingly. "Hi, what's your name GaGa girl?" Her face turned to fury.

"A' am nae a GaGa girl!" She said to him. She was obviously Scottish.

"Well what's your name?" I asked climbing out of the lake.

"Ma GaGa name's Kelly. A' hate it. Am lookin' for da Bohemians."

"The Heartbreak Hotel?" The girl nodded.

"Well Kelly, we're heading back there if you wanna come?" Offered Brit. Kelly looked between me and Brit. But nodded.

When we arrived back at the Heartbreak, Brit took Kelly straight to my dad, and my mum took me to wash my hair. Once it was dry, I was free to do as I pleased for a while. So I went to find Brit and see what was happening with Kelly.

"Hey Brit." I put my arms around his shoulders to hug him.

"Hey Kiddo."

"Don't call me that." I whined.

"Brit? You sure this'll look good on me?" Kelly shouted from behind the curtain in the room.

"Yes I'm sure babe." Brit called everyone babe. It was his thing since I could remember. She came out form behind the curtain, in fishnet tights under a pair of denim hotpants, with a dark blue corset. Brit was at a loss for words. "You look great." He managed to say.

"Really?" She asked.

"Really." I answered. "What we gonna call you then?"

The girl shrugged. So me and Brit took her to where all of the posters we had found were stored. Kelly looked through them. She found one she liked. "Call me Meatloaf." She said, showing us the poster she had read. "Or, Miss Loaf." She grinned. "Or Meat for short."

"Meat? I like Meat." I told her. Brit, still wowed by what she was wearing just nodded subconsiously. I elbowed him in the gut, snapping him out of the trance.

"Meat sounds great." He said to her. "And you look.. Wow, I mean really ... wow."

"Brit," I cut in, "do you wanna think of some actual adjectives?" Meat smirked, making Brit actually blush. "Come on, before Brit gets hurt, i'm sure he'd love to show you around. I have to check that none of the others have been in my room when they were drunk again. Later."

After checking my room, I went and sat in the bar, talking to Cliff. A bohemian a few years older then me. We got on but not in the way me and Brit did. He was my cousin, and really lucky. He got to go out on his own, sometimes. My dad gave us a couple of cokes, and left.

"So who's the new girl?"

"Meat? I think she's gonna be Brit's girlfriend. I can tell."

"No she won't, she is so out of his league."

"I heard that." Brit called leading Meat into the almost empty bar. "And she is so not out of my league."

"Told ya." I said.

"Well, that's the Heartbreak, OK?" Brit asked Meat.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool. I like it here."

"Good. How old're you anyway?" I asked having not asked before.

"14, why?"

"Just wanted to know. I'm like that." I smiled at her. That made her 2 years younger than Brit. So his next girlfriend. "Where you staying tonight?"

"In you room." Interupred Brit.

"OK." The fact that he thought it would bother me but didn't, just made him mad at himself. His revenge for elbowing him was not yet repaid.

Later that night Brit got his revenge. He managed to leave me outside, just as it started raining. When I got back in I shot him a look that said, 'Soooo gonna get you back!'

In my room my dad put me to bed as my mum had become unwell.

"Night daddy" I whispered.

"Night baby girl."

Later that night Meat came in and got in the bed at the other side of the room. (Which, was really just a matress with blanket and sheets.) I was just getting to sleep when the thuderstorm started.

I pulled the blanket over my head, and whimpered. Thunder storms were always my weakness. I heard Meat moan at the hearing of the storm. I got up, and climbed into her bed with her. She started to comfort me. "'S'll right hen." She whispered as the thunder sounded again.

When we woke the next morning I had my head on Meat's stomach and her hand on the back of my head. Remembering my mum was ill, I asked Brit to do my hair amd small amount of make-up I was allowed to wear.

Within a week, I had been right about Meat and Brit. I found out when I was looking for Brit to see if he wanted to go swimmimng. I walked into his room to find the pair in full-on lip-locking. "Eww, gross Brit, at least close the door if you guys're gonna do that."

"Sorry kiddo. What's up?" He asked as Meat sat on the matress next to him.

"I was gonna say did you wanna go swimming, but if you're too busy..."

"Hey, come on, we can go swimmin'" interupted Meat.