It's amazing how much bullshit a person can hide, all by just a bit of make up or a simple smile. It's amazing how much a person can cover up with the words 'I'm fine'. Truly amazing.
Chop went to band practice that afternoon with a right face on, well to be fair; he was fucking sick of everything. Izzy and Rae weren't speaking to him, Archie wouldn't stop pestering him, and to top all that; he was so hungover. Last night's drunken and drug mishaps were a belter and the gang had got so unbelievebly drunk that everyone was staggering home by three, apart from Finn; who was nowhere to be seen.
But Chop regretted all those shots and doubles of everything, as his head ached and his stomach wouldn't stop lurching. Johnny had called a band practice, which were always held in Chop's garage. The band of four had been together for almost three years now, a drunken idea from Archie a time ago stemmed to this - The Four Corners. On bass was Finn, drums were Chop's, Archie took up guitar and Johnny sung - a mini Noel Gallagher was often his celebrity look-a-like; mainly cause of his haircut. The band had the lyrics of Morrisey with the sound of Oasis, you couldn't deny the gang were talented - even had a few fans. But they never took it seriously enough to put themselves out there, well three weren't - The forever moody Finn was only the one who took it so seriously, often getting a mard on whenever one of the lads took the piss and involved the others. Although they did their own stuff, they main covered their idols and influences, eg; Oasis, Blur, The Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, etc.
Chop wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, hangover sweats were the worst; more worse than doing a two mile run. Luckily for Chop, the boys weren't feeling a proper practice and Finn hadn't turned up; meaning Chop could laze about and take time out.
Once the band finished, the boys decided a pint was needed but instead of going straight to the pub, Chop decided he needed to sort things with Izzy out. He walked to her house, luckily only a ten minute walk away, and took a deep breath as he stood at the end of her path. Even her house raidiated happiness; which caused another wave of nerves to crash over him.
He made his way up the path and gave the door three knocks, it was only a few moments before the front door was opened to reveal a tired looking Izzy. She wore her hair up, a baggy and woollen jumper and joggers. She clutched a hot water bottle to her tummy and her cheeks were tear-stained, her eyes were puffed as if she had a serious case of hayfever. His heart heaved within his chest. He had to blink twice to make sure this was Izzy, as it more looked like a younger, sadder version of herself. It was like looking at a fourteen-year-old who had just had her first heart break.
"What d'you want?" She sniffed, his face softened as he spoke, "Look, I know ya don't wanna see me right now and what I did, y'know, telling Rae and that was wrong but I am sorry. I know I can't take it back but I wanna make it right again", She then sniffed and said nothing, which caused him to ramble on, "Please forgive me, what can I do to make it up to y'? I'll do anythin', 'onestly. I'll give y' a foot rub, well maybe not a foot rub as I don't like feet. I'll give y' a back massage, although I may be shite as me hands are rough but I-" She then smiled softly before cutting in, "Chop", He then stopped himself before asking, "Yeh?" She let out a small laugh, "Shut up", He bashfully smiled before softly saying, "Just know that I am sorry, like proper. I didn't mean to tell 'er, but I know Rae and she won't tell anyone. She ain't like Chloe or owt", She sighed, hugging the hot water bottle tighter to her stomach.
"Am I forgiven?" He asked, as innocently as he could. She couldn't help but smile, he could be cute when he wanted to be. She playfully rolled her eyes, "Yes, y' forgiven", He then gave her the biggest and most brightest grin before he took her face into his hands and gave her one of the biggest kisses he'd ever gave a girl, "I fuckin' love y', y'know" She then giggled, "I love y' two". He then pulled away, hands dropping to his sides as he said, "Listen, Iz, I've gotta run but I'll give y' a bell later, yeh?" She then nodded and watched as he turned, walked down the garden path and walked down the road.
She then turned back inside and headed for upstairs, where Rae was sat on Izzy's bed and Chloe was sat on the carpeted floor and in front of the body-length mirror; straightening her hair. Rae was flicking through the latest issue of NME magazine, Chloe swivelled around and asked, "Who were tha'?" "Chop", Izzy sighed as she flopped down on the bed. Rae and Chloe shared a look before Chloe asked, "And?" Izzy sat up and shrugged, "And, wha'?" "Well, is everythin' alright?" Izzy nodded, "Yep!" Chloe smiled and turned back to straightening her hair before switching off the straightners, resting them on the carpet before rising to her feet and turning to girls; clapping her hands together as she beamed, "Right, girls! Time t' get very, very drunk!"
As time past, the more the girls - excluding Izzy - drank and the more they grew tipsy - mainly Chloe. Eventually, Chloe passed out. Through the darkness, Rae whispered, "Iz? Y' awake?" Izzy then whispered back, "Yeh", There was a pause before Rae asked, "Fancy a cup of tea?" Izzy then whispered, "I thought y'd never ask", And the pair burst into a fit of low giggles.
Izzy watched as a mug of tea was placed before her, the steam drifting like a faint, grey cloud. Earl grey tea - one of life's small pleasures. Izzy brought the mug to her lips and gave the tea a blow; cooling it. Once cool enough, she took a sip - the warmth spread happiness around her body which even reached the tip of her toes.
Izzy sat on a barstool at the kitchen island, whilst Rae stood across from her. Rae took a swig of tea before setting the mug down, asking "So, 'ave y' decided wha' y' gonna do with... Y'know... ?" Izzy, unsure of how to answer, suddenly became interested in her own tea as she set it down and stirred it round; watching the tan coloured liquid swirl around and around... Watching it so intensly that it made her feel dizzy.
"I'm gonna get rid of it", Izzy finally admitted, in which Rae gave a small but sympathetic smile before asking, "Have y' told anyone?" Izzy shook her head, "No", Rae frowned, "Wha'? Not even y' mam?" "And wha'? Get kicked out? No chance", Izzy scoffed. Rae cocked an eyebrow, "Surely it can't be tha' bad", Izzy then gave Rae a look that shut Rae up.
The pair fell into silence and drank their tea, Rae grew lost in thoughts that were all jambled and weird, and Izzy stared blankly as she thought about the abortion; was it going to hurt? Would it take long? And all other kinds of questions ran through her mind. The constant thought and worry of her parents finding out kept on, somehow, worming it's way back into her mind. No way, they couldn't find out - they just couldn't. Her mum would murder her - not literally - and her dad would be so disappointed in her.
They weren't the easiest or laid back of people.
Isabelle "Izzy" Louise Jones, aged nineteen, born and raised in Stamford - where she currently lived with her mum and dad and couldn't see herself living anywhere else. Izzy would always be a Lincolnshire lass, unlike her older 22-year-old sister Tasha - who currently lived in India as she was travelling the globe. Izzy had always been a homebird and knew she'd end up raising her kids there when she was older. Izzy had always been a happy little thing, ever since she was a baby. Her personality was as fiery and untamed as her hair, but her hair wasn't the usual bright orange shade of ginger; it had a rare and weird tinge of ruby to it - which caused people to often ask if it was dyed. Izzy was pretty, but her constant happy expression that radiated upon her face made her just that extra bit of pretty. She was the shortest of the girls, standing at just over the five foot five inches mark. She was a skinny little thing and was often tormented in school for it, not that Izzy minded; she just brushed off remarks and snide comments with a smile along with a 'Have a nice day' If that person was being extra nasty. Her eyes were what often got people's attention; two huge, round and green eyes that were often glazed over as she was always in her own little world. She was a little firecracker and had one of the biggest heart's you could possibly imagine - not literally as she'd probably die. Izzy was never one for arguing, but someone pissed her off then she had a mean right hook on her if needed. If happiness was a person, then Izzy would be a perfect and prime example. There was a quote from a well-known book called 'The Twits' That suited Izzy perfectly well and that was;
"If you have good thoughts, they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely".
A mantra and quote that Izzy lived by, funny enough.
Now, although Izzy was a lovely little thing - it didn't mean her parents were. Well, by parents more specifically - her mum. Now, her dad, Travis, was lovely and was where Izzy got her dosiness and happiness from. Her dad was a 60s spirit trapped in a modern day body. Despite being a lawyer, he still had a small pony tail that he had, had since he was 19... He was now 50. He and Izzy were two peas in a pod. Although he and Izzy were similar in personality, their looks couldn't be any more different. She a red head and he a brunette, she was short as where he was a lankly 6' 4". The only thing physically that Izzy inherited from her father - was her eyes. Big, green and the reason her mum was so attracted to her dad in the first place.
Now her dad may have been a cool and laid-back guy, who still listened to The Rolling Stones, The Stone Roses, The Beatles, etc. Didn't mean her mum was like that. Her mum, Jean, sure was a stunner - despite one or two wrinkles - and Izzy's older twin, was more uptight than a Duchess. Firm, strict and far from motherly, Izzy's mother never really bonded with Izzy - more with Tasha. Well, Tasha was her first born. Nontheless, Izzy and her mother would constantly butt heads and Izzy would then bitch about her with her dad and they would giggle behind Jean's back. Now, Jean wasn't like this when she first met Travis - she was far from uptight. By looking at her now, you wouldn't think this was the same woman who hitched three different rides and travelled for a total of ten hours with 9 different strangers to go and see Queen live when she was 16, or party with The Rolling Stones when she'd not long turned 19. Jean was a wild one... But that was all in the past and the moment after Izzy was born; she decided a drastic change was needed and she wasn't going to bring Izzy up in a carefree and hippy enviroment - why'd you think Tasha was such a free spirit?
Izzy knew her mum loved her and Jean just did what she did to protect Izzy, but sometimes it was just a bit too much and Izzy felt as if she couldn't breathe half the time - those moments her dad would step in and loosen the reins a little.
"Izzy, are y' even listening to me?" Her mum snapped, Izzy looked at her mum and her expression was enough to make Jean tut and roll her eyes. It was Tuesday, 8th December and another normal day in the Jones household. Izzy couldn't help but wonder what the gang had in store that night, secretly hoping nobody had anything planned and she could stay in; maybe even invite round for a few drinks and some videos - a repeat of last night. Then again Chop and Al were in the group... A quiet night in? No chance.
"Sorry, mum. I'm just tired, that's all", Izzy said with a sheepish smile. Jean, Izzy and Travis were all sat in their perfectly decorated and squeaky clean dining room, at their perfectly polished and varnished dining table. Jean and Travis were all ready and dressed for work in the courts, as where Izzy was still in her PJs as she didn't have college today as it was a Sunday.
Now, although Izzy wasn't due anywhere till this afternoon as the rest of the gang wanted to go the cafe for a fry-up; she liked getting up at half seven for breakfast with her parents. Although conversation was never really passed around, it was still classed as quality time as both her parents were lawyers; meaning long hours and cases halfway across the country were always on the agenda. "Right, well like I was saying I won't be back till tomorrow as I've got a case down in Manchester and your dad won't be back till ten tonight; so I want no parties and the house spotless", Her mum threatened. Izzy struggled to hold back an eyeroll, before then saying, "Yes, mum", She then finished her second piece of toast and the last drops of tea.
Another silence fell amongst the table, the rustle of her dad's newspaper and the clinking of cutlery to make up for lost conversation. Her mum then finished the last dregs of her coffee before checking her watch, "Right, it's quarter past eight. Travis, you ready?" Travis folded his paper and nodded, she gave him a tight lip smile before the pair rose to their feet; collecting their bits and exchanging small talk. Izzy stared in silence, her heart tightening at the physical contact between her parents. Although her mother was cold, it still wasn't enough to cover her love for Travis - twenty-five years of marriage and still in love as much as they were when they first met.
Izzy's thoughts then drifted onto whether she'd end up marrying Chop and sharing love for him like Jean did for Travis, wondering whether they'd have wild adventures at concerts and travelling across the country on a wing and prayer together - just like her parents. She then snapped out of it when Jean piped up, "Right, now Izzy I want Chloe and Rae out by ten, upstairs and the hallway hoovered as the living room was done last night, I want all dishes in the dishwasher, your room tidied and your bed made, there's clean laundry that needs to be put into the tumble dryer and dirty washing on top of the washing machine. Once you've done that then you can go out and meet all your friends, alright?" Izzy nodded, Jean then grew stiff; unsure of whether to give Izzy a hug or kiss.
She chose neither and just gave her a small smile before leaving for the hallway, Travis, however, went over to Izzy and gave her kiss on the top of her head, "Be good, kidda", And with that, her mum and dad were soon gone; and Izzy was alone. Something tugged at her chest as she stared at the empty seats her parents once occupied, when had she become so distant to them both? Even time with her dad was becoming a rare occurance. But not wanting to dip into horrible thoughts like that, she stood and began collecting the dirty dishes from the table.
That is, until the house phone rang throughout, she wandered through to the hallway where the housephone stood on it's stand on the small oak table underneath the mirror. She picked up the phone, clicked 'Accept' and answered with a chirpy, "Hi!" Finn breathed a smile and spoke in a ridiculous Irish accent, "Top 'o da mornin' t' y' Izzy! How's me lil' ginge?" She rolled her eyes, "She's good, how's my favourite short stuff?" He suddenly snapped out of the Irish accent and returned to his own as he playfully quipped, "Oi, cheeky bitch. I'm normal sized!"
The two shared a laugh before she asked, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder as she made her way back through to the kitchen and collected the dishes and cutlery; taking them over to the dishwasher, "What's up, hun?" She heard him grumble a 'Fucking wasp' Before he then asked, "What are y' doing at around three?" She opened the dishwasher before slotting the dishes and silverwear in, "Nothin', why?" Another grumble of 'Ugh, fuck off, annoying buzzing bastard' Before he then asked, "Y' still comin' down the caf? Everyone's still in bed but the lads wanna go the cafe later", She then cradled the phone in her hand as she held it against her ear, popped in the dishwasher tablet and shut the door, "Urm, yeh sure. Who's goin'?" She heard Finn clicking his tongue as he thought about it before saying, "Me, Chop, Archers, Johnny, Johnny's girlfriend, Al, Rae and I think that's it", Izzy leaned against the kitchen units and nodded, before then remembering he couldn't see her nod, "Yeh, ok. Would it be alright if I invited Chloe?" She heard him suck in a breath in which she continued, "Please, Finn? Look I know y' two aren't on the best of terms at the minute, but she's still my mate", He sighed, "Yeh, alright then. See y' for three yeh?" She smiled, "Alright, see y' then" In which he gushed, "In a bit, our kid!" She giggled.
The pair hung up and Izzy glanced at the time on the clock on the wall: 8:22 AM. She huffed as she looked around the kitchen, the thought of waking Chloe and Rae up occupying her mind.
Izzy woke Rae and Chloe up with a cup of tea each, before both girls departed from Izzy's; all three of them deciding to meet at the cafe instead of meeting up at one of their places as the girls had things to do. Izzy had finished all her tasks for the day within two and a half hours, she even mopped the kitchen floors - well she had to as she'd accidentally split her tea. Plus, it would win major bonus points with her mum.
Izzy laid on her pink bed covers, flicking through 'Smash Hits' Magazine and listening to UK Top 40 singles chart on the radio. A new one by The Spice Girls blasted through her radio speakers, her foot tapped along to the beat; aside from Chloe, Izzy was the only one within the group that actually would admit she liked pop - the rest had too much pride and were far too "Cool" For that bubblegum pop shit.
Izzy glanced around her room, pink, white and Cath Kidston everything. How is it that someone as childish and mollycoddled as she could have gotten pregnant? How could someone who was secretly a four year old mentally had actually had sex? She just couldn't wrap her head around it. But she tried not to think about it as it always ended up turning into bad thoughts, and bad thoughts were things Izzy tended to avoid daily.
Izzy shut her magazine and chucked it to the end of the bed, sitting up and swinging her legs around; sitting on the edge of her bed and staring at her wardrobe - today's outfit now the occupiant of her mind. She stood and opened the glossy white doors, to be greeted by clothes, clothes and more clothes. She flicked through the fabric, taking out various tops and admiring them in her body length mirror. Eventually, she decided on a cute little flowery and floaty dress with black tights, her oversized denim jacket and maroon Dr. Martens. These Dr. Martens were a lend from Chloe, Izzy made a mental note to give them back tomorrow.
She laid her clothes out on her bed, smiling at her choice of outfit. She moved over to her chest of draws and pulled out a cute little underwear set - pink with little pugs on them - along with some frilly socks. Although she had already planned to wear thick, woollen tights; she decided socks were still needed as Stamford's icy winds were always the bane of Izzy's life. Izzy then grew wrapped up into thoughts of the day ahead, slowly sitting down upon her bed as she stared blankly. She had searched the abortion proccess on her dad's computer last night and with her not being that far along - five weeks exactly - she'd be given the pill abortion; which resulted to only the equivelant of a heavy period. But Izzy never got heavy periods, only light ones; never got cramps, back ache, mood swings or anything of the sort. Izzy was very lucky in that department.
Izzy slowly, coming out of her dazed stare, moved her gaze over to her memory wall - a big burst of colours, photos and concert tickets. Her, Finn and Rae had spent three hours on it last summer; there was even a polaroid snap of three, covered in paint and all smiles and laughter plastered on their faces after just finishing it. One Christmas four years ago, Izzy had asked for a polaroid camera and it had come in handy when she became a member of the gang - it was always in constant use. As it were evidant on Izzy's wall.
Izzy suddenly grew sad at the thought of the group seperating or any of them ever falling out and then growing up and moving on. Now, although Izzy adored Johnny and Al; she disliked the way the two had all of a sudden claimed group membership - making chances of the group splitting that little bit higher. Summer of 1995 was the first summer the originals of the group had spent together and Izzy couldn't believe how much the group had expanded since then, it may have been only three years ago; but Izzy couldn't help but feel a slight possessiveness over the group. They'd always been a group of five, always their own little gang and always in their own bubble - not giving a fuck about anything or anyone. Summer '95 was their year and many, many laughable and happy memories were made that year - many involving alcohol and drugs.
Izzy scanned her wall, tears brimmed her eyes and made her vision slightly fuzzy as she remembered each memory that belonged to each photograph. One polaroid had her, Archie, Chloe and Rae beaming and pulling mad poses around a sandcastle on Scarborough beach - Finn had just passed his driver's test which called for a mini road trip. Another polaroid had Finn, Chloe and Chop in Izzy's back garden at Izzy's house party back in August '96, Finn was doing some weird squat thing as he pointed at the camera, holding a beer in his other hand and pulled some mad face - obviously off his tits - Chop also pulled a mad face and made a wanking hand gesture and Chloe just tilted her head and pulled a big cheesy grin. Izzy took in one last polaroid - it was her favourite - it was of all the gang in the pub, on New Year's Eve back in '96 as they all sat around a table; on the photo Finn had his arm around Chloe and was pulling her in, putting up two fingers to the camera and pulling yet another mad face, Chloe just grinned, Archie was boring and just smiled, Izzy pulled a mad face and held up a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, Rae was grabbing Chop's face as he laid across her, Izzy and Archie whilst grinning and posing with his arms and legs all over the place. That was the last polaroid she could look at before her tears became too thick and completely glazed over her vision.
Izzy squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to swallow her tears away, tilting her head downwards before she pulled her feet up onto her bed and wrapped her arms around her legs as she held her knees to her chest. The thought of losing the group setting in, the thought of them judging her and slut shaming her frightened her, she was finally accepted in a group - a group she thought were going to be with her for life - and that group could suddenly turn on her. The reason why? Because she wasn't sure whether she actually wanted this abortion. This abortion was going against one of her biggest morals and beliefs, she couldn't go back on her own word; could she? Another thought then crept into her mind; Chop. She didn't deserve him, he was too good and forgiving for her - he should've called her out, broke it off, screamed and shouted her; called her a slag but he didn't. He forgave her, in fact, he begged for her forgiveness for even telling someone. He was her world, her everything and she almost lost him; due to a stupid mistake. But she couldn't take it back now and it was her own fault.
Izzy, the sweet one, the one everyone protected and guarded; was the one who had betrayed her most loved ones... Well, as they say, it's always the quiet ones.
She thought it over as she cried to herself, her shoulders shaking with every sob. If, now it was a big if, she kept this baby then she wondered how her mum and dad would react. She knew they wouldn't kick her out, despite being forever judged by them, they would make sure that she were safe with them; until she found her own place. She'd have to quit college, possibly making her job at the boutique in the high street full time and give up all chances of ever travelling the globe. Now, she thought about each member of the gang and how she think they'd react - excluding Chop and Rae as they already knew. Now, she knew Finn wouldn't say anything, not siding with anyone about it - but secrectly supporting her. He was like that. Obviously Chloe would be the main one to slut shame, despite it being majorly hypocritcal of her. Al would side with Finn and not get involved, Archie, despite being as lovely as he could be, would side with Chloe - this being based on the topic of teenage pregnancy being brought up once and Archie voiced his opinion of how wrong he thought it was. One person she couldn't really decide on the whole thing, would be Johnny. He wasn't open enough about stuff like this, always growing stiff and quickly sneaking off to the toilet to avoid the whole topic.
Once the tears stopped and the feeling of sadness left, she collected herself together and wiped away the few remaining tears upon her cheeks. She decided that she was going to go ahead with it, she needed to. She couldn't keep a baby, she was still a baby herself. But a conversation she once had with her mum last year haunted her, her mum had told her that when she was sixteen; she had fallen pregnant but had gotten an abortion. According to Jean, it still crept into her mind today. It stayed with you for life, the guilt and the wonder of what that child would be like now. Jean confessed that it still made her cry, even at random times and gave her nightmares.
Would it be like that for Izzy? Then again, grief and events like that effected people in different ways. Izzy just hoped it wouldn't be as bad for her, then again; Izzy being Izzy meant it was going to be even worse. She wasn't the best person at keeping it together when it came down to the sad stuff, Izzy had always been an overly emotional person; even as a kid.
"Stop fuckin' cryin'", Izzy scolded at herself, whilst roughly wiping away fresh tears. She then sniffed some more before rising to her feet and leaving for her bathroom, a big, bubble bath was well and truly needed before she headed to Sally's Cafe...
Sally's Cafe had first started in the summer of '70, and had been around since. Sally's Cafe was that typical, grubby but popular and succesful British cafe. One of the very few left in Stamford that had been around longer than ten years and still had customers. The breakfasts were famous and it were, where Finn and his dad used to come every Saturday after Finn's morning football practice from when Finn was six, right up until he was eleven when things started to crack within Finn's family. Sally's Cafe had seen some things in it's time, it was where every builder and hungover teenager in Stamford came every morning and afternoon to get their daily fill of grease. The gang were so well known in the cafe, that as soon as they walked in the staff began working on their orders as it were always the same. It was 'the' place, and plus the breakfasts were cheap, all day and clog-your-arteries greasy - what could be better?
"Do y' realise how much of a dickhead y' are?" Rae snapped at Finn, who sat with a sulk on. "No, please enlighten me. I would love t' know", Finn snapped back sarcastically before folding his arms across his chest with a huff. Izzy had obviously walked in at the wrong time. After a long bath, slowly getting ready and a long walk, she eventually made her way to the cafe and arrived around half three; to find Finn and Rae in another argument. Wonder what it was over this time, Finn had an extra pout on today and Rae, looking as beautiful as usual, frowned over her beans on toast - earning eyerolls from the rest of the group.
"Y'alright, beautiful!" Chop beamed, in which Izzy gave him a shy smile before taking a seat next to him. One-by-one the gang gave her, somewhat, a greeting. Izzy then, jokingly, mumbled to Chop in referral to Finn and Rae, "What are they arguin' about now?" He picked up his mug of coffee and shrugged, "Dunno, I think Rae and Archie were discussing summat on telly and Finn being Finn had t' get involved", Izzy then rolled her eyes, "Nothing knew there then", Which earned a laugh from Chop before he took a sip of his coffee.
As time passed, laughter was shared and Izzy couldn't help but feel at peace. How could she had thought that they would ever slut shame her? How could she think they would judge her and kick her out the group? Finn then huffed, snapping Izzy out of her thoughts as he announced, "Right, I'm in need for some cigs; anyone wanna come with me?" In which Chop piped up, "Yeh, man as I need some as well", Archie then nodded, "Yeh as I need fresh air", Rae then rolled her eyes, "We might as well all just go", In which the gang couldn't help but laugh.
As the gang collected their bits and left the cafe, they all walked like one big clique. Izzy, grinning, looked around her and couldn't help but think about how cool they were - and she was right. It was as if they were in a scene from some cool, teen film - as if they were walking in slow motion (Although they're not 90s and it's a modern song, it does help if you listen to 'Do I wanna know' by Arctic Monkeys for the next part; ok, carry on...)
Al had his arm carelessly draped over Rae's shoulder, Rae and Chloe shared a laugh, Finn - who now wore his infamous sunglasses and had a rollie hanging out of his mouth - had his arm around Johnny who had his arm around Finn's waist as they sung the chorus of 'I Am The Ressurection' In each other's faces at the top of their lungs and Chop had his arm around Izzy's shoulders, pulling her in as he kissed the top of her head before Archie dived onto his back and then moved around to Chop's free side and shook Chop shoulders playfully. They may have just looked like a gang of boisterous teens to outsiders, but to the gang; they were the coolest motherfuckers in the whole of Lincolnshire.