It had been a confusing and wearisome day for Thrasher. If he didn't love his master so much, he might have even gone so far as to say it had been a BAD day - but then, nothing was bad when he was with Scapegrace. Not even four hours in Starbucks taking hipster photographs for Tumblr.

At first, Thrasher had been in the photographs too, but Scapegrace had gotten annoyed because he kept doing Bebo Stunners and grinning like a maniac, so Thrasher had been forced to go behind the camera instead.

'Quick, take one, take one,' said Scapegrace. He was sitting sideways on his seat staring at the ground, the long fringe on his newly acquired hipster wig falling into his eyes and obscuring most of his face. There was a venti mocha frappucino on the table in front of him. Thrasher got his camera ready.

'Okay, say cheese!' he chirruped.

'Thrasher!' Scapegrace snarled. 'Have you learned anything at all today? Hipsters do not say cheese!'

'Oh, right, sorry,' said Thrasher, hanging his head. 'What will you say then? Coffee? Weed? Neutral Milk Hotel?'

'I don't have to say anything, just take the damn picture!' Scapegrace snapped, before going back into his original pose. Thrasher obediently took the picture, then showed it to Scapegrace.

'Oh God, no,' said Scapegrace. 'That's awful. You can see my face.'

'What's wrong with that?' Thrasher humbly asked. 'Your face is gorgeous.'

'I know,' said Scapegrace. 'But it can't be in the picture. It needs to be obscured by my hair. Or maybe - yes! I know! Cut my head out of the picture altogether.'

'What's the point of that?'

'Just do it!'

Thrasher did as he was told.

'Okay, show me,' demanded Scapegrace, and Thrasher passed him the camera. 'Yes, that's much better. What should we do next?'

'Go to the funfair?' Thrasher asked hopefully.

'No, I meant what should our next picture be of.'

Thrasher's heart sank and his ear fell off.

'Haven't we taken enough pictures?' he asked meekly, but Scapegrace wasn't listening.

'I know! We need someone to take one of us kissing!'

Thrasher brightened up slightly. 'Yeah, OK. Who?'

Scapegrace scanned the room. 'One of those guys?' He pointed at two boys sitting at the next table, both their faces covered by iPads.

'Okay, I'll go ask them,' said Thrasher, and hopped to his feet. He stuck his ear in his pocket, to be glued back on later, and went over to the other table.

'Uh, hi,' he said. The boys didn't move their iPads, but they waved so he knew they could hear him.

'My boyfriend was wondering if you'd take a photo of us? He wants a snogging picture to put up on Tumblr, and - '

Thrasher didn't finish his sentence, because the boys had moved their iPads and suddenly he could see their faces. And they were faces he recognized.

'Jedward?' he whispered.

'Sssh!' the twins hissed in unison, looking around frantically to see if anyone had heard. Their hair was flat, and they looked pale and tired and slightly insane.

'What are you doing here?' Thrasher whispered. 'You're supposed to be in Azerbaijan for the Eurovision.'

'We can't,' said Edward.

'We're hiding,' said John.

'From Elle and Nicky.'

'They hate us.'

'They're out to get us.'

'It's like, totally crazy.'

'We're soooo not safe over there.'

'We're actually serious, okay.'

'They want revenge.'

'REVEEEEEEEEENGE!'

The twins hid behind their iPads again.

'But then who's going to represent Ireland in the Eurovision?' Thrasher asked, panic-stricken. He loved the Eurovision. It was his third-favourite thing after Vaurien and monocles. Sadly, Vaurien never wanted to watch it with him because he thought it was too mainstream.

Jedward did synchronized shrugging, then looked at him. 'We're trying to find some randomer to, like, basically stand in for us?' John told him.

'But we haven't found anyone yet,' Edward finished.

Thrasher took a deep breath. He had spent most of his life in the shadows, and even now, he had to do whatever his hipster boyfriend said. Could this be his chance to finally live his dream? Step into the spotlight? Have his five minutes of fame?

'I'll do it,' he blurted.

Identical looks of relief spread over the twins' faces. 'OMG, thank you so much,' they cried in unison.

'You just saved our life,' Edward told him, his eyes brimming with grateful tears.

'Can I sing my own song?' Thrasher asked.

'Whatever,' said John.

'Just go out there, and win it for us!' yelled Edward, before thumping him on the back and jumping out of the building on a pogo stick, followed by John.

Thrasher beamed to himself.

'Thrasher!' shouted Scapegrace. Thrasher jumped, startled, and turned to face his boyfriend.

'You never got those guys to take our picture,' Vaurien scowled.

'Oh yeah,' said Thrasher. 'Sorry. But guess what!'

'What?'

'They were Jedward in disguise! And they asked me to stand in for them at Eurovision!'

Scapegrace spat out his frappucino in shock and disgust. 'You must be joking!'

'No! I'm serious! Isn't it wonderful!'

'Of course it's not wonderful! No boyfriend of mine will EVER take part in something so mainstream as the - the - ' Scapegrace whispered the words - 'Eurovision Song Contest.'

Thrasher trembled. 'Veevee, this could be my big chance. I've never told you this before, but it's always been my dream to represent my country in the Eurovision, and I'm sorry if you don't like it. But if you love me, you'll let me do this. Won't you?'

Scapegrace stared at him, then stood up and threw the remains of his frappucino into Thrasher's face. Thrasher gasped. So did the rest of the hipsters in Starbucks.

Without a word, Scapegrace turned and fled the shop, leaving his camera behind. Thrasher burst into tears and ran after him, but he jumped on a kid's bike and pedalled away. Thrasher, quietly sobbing, went back into Starbucks to collect the camera, while 35 hipsters took photographs of him (later to be uploaded to Tumblr with the tags #zombie, #love, #sad, #crying, #Starbucks, #frappucino, #heartbreak, #life.)

He went home, but Scapegrace wasn't there. Eventually, he found a Post-It stuck to the fridge which said 'Moving in with Clarabelle.'

Thrasher's eyes welled up with tears again.

'Oh, Veevee,' he whispered. 'What have I done?'

A/N: TO BE CONTINUED!