I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache.
"God damn it.." I mumbled.
I started laughing, remembering Scott getting kissed by a man in drag.
"I wouldn't be surprised, dear Scottie" I smirked.
Mum barged through my door, "Scott's here" She said.
I sighed, "Let him in" I groaned.
"Why don't you get up and stop being rude to your guest" Mum shot back, causing me to sit up straight.
I glared at her, "Mum, he's my best friend. Not my boss" I spat back.
Mum rolled her eyes, letting Scott in.
Mum shut the door loudly.
"Sorry about me mum, don't know what's gotten into her" I softly said.
Scott smiled at me, "No problem" He shrugged.
I squinted my eyes at him, "How the bloody hell can you be so chirpy after a night we had?" I said astonished.
Scott shrugged, "I'm used to it" He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, right..." I mumbled.
Scott laughed, handing me cash.
I took the money, looking up at him confused.
"It's 50 pounds. It'll do ya good for now.." Scott smiled at me.
I slowly nodded, "Thanks, Scott!" I smiled at him, patting him on the back.
Scott smirked at me, "See? Now you're chirpy" He chuckled.
I playfully hit his shoulder, "Shut up.." I blushed.
I played with the money, "I wonder when we can play again.." I looked up at Scott.
"This is some good money, son." I firmly said.
Scott laughed, "Yeah, it's a gear start. I'll find another gig" He said, rubbing my hair.
"Oi!" I said.
Scott laughed again, "Come off it! It's not like you have long 'air!" He said.
I glared at him, "Sod off, will ye?" I pushed him.
Scott chuckled again, "Though you do have a lovely swirl on top." He said, pointing at my hair.
I rolled my eyes, "So do you" I said.
Scott patted the top of his head.
I smirked, "I meant yer pants"
Scott's jaw went open a little as he started to blush.
He playfully punched my arm, smirking.
"And that's 'ow you got me back?" He laughed.
I smirked, "Yup." I shrugged, "Tis a gift!" I laughed.
Scott got off my bed, "Come on now, get dressed! Let's go piss of yer neighbors!" He laughed.
I jumped out of bed, "Sounds good!" I said.
Scott walked towards the door, "Scott, you can stay in 'ere. It's fine" I chuckled.
Scott smirked, looking at me.
I tilted my head, taking my shirt off. "Well, if yer gonna look at me like that then.." I threw my shirt at him.
Scott blushed, causing me to chuckle.
I put a black tank-top on, placing my leather jacket over it.
I put my leather pants on, then laced my boots up.
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How Do You Sleep? (A John Lennon Fanfic)
Teen FictionJulia Lennon, the child of Cynthia Powell and John Lennon. When her parents get divorced how much of an affect does it cause her to not have a father's guide in life? WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE!