Armatage Shanx, chapter 2
The bank was considerably empty for a weekday. The withdrawal took a matter of minutes for all three of us. We then ran all of the way to the travel agents. Then a thought popped into my mind. Our families had no idea of our plans. We didn't plan to tell them, But whilst we were purchasing our tickets, I felt a pang of guilt. What were we doing? We must have been insane to just run like we were. But we thought it was for the best. The best choice for our shitty lives.
We were walking down St Stevens, The High Street. Shops to the left, Shops to the right. We carried on walking ignoring all the great clothes, shoes and accessories that were calling our names. The market was now in view. Loads of stalls with different colored items hanging from the wooden roofs. Bondage trousers and band shirts caught Lisa's eyes, with that glint of desperateness in her eyes, she ran towards the stall that sold them. Me and Natalie were drawn to the stall selling drainpipes, corsets and band shirts. Most of my wardrobe were drainpipes, corsets and band shirts. With the few dress shirts, ties, hoodies, Gothic Dresses and the Adeline Street Collection. I just couldn't afford nice clothes. I had the rent, bills, and food to buy and pay for. I was browsing when a pair of hands slipped around my waist. Don't get me wrong, It scared me shitless but I knew who it was too without turning round.
"Lewis!" I screamed throwing my hands around his neck and hugging him tight. I let go of him. My god was he hot. Black and red hair spiked at many angles. His lip pierced with a silver ring and his eyebrow bar glinting in the July sun. Yeah he was an Emo boy but that made me love him more. Now, you may think how I'm describing him that he's my boyfriend or something, He's not. He's my best boyfriend. He's a boy who is a friend. Not lovie-dovie boyfriendy mushy crap. No No No! I'm not like that. First, I cant touch Lewis, He has a girlfriend and second, I've been heartbroken too many times to even think about boyfriends. I'm waiting for the perfect one.
"Hey Honey! What you doing on my stall again? I thought you had a wardrobe full?" He smiled as I waled towards the Rammstein shirts.
"Yeah I do but it's a special occasion. So, I though Id treat myself. Lisa and Nat are treating themselves too." I said as I turned round to see his curious face.
"Special occasion?" He smiled trying to get it out of me.
I smirked and walked toward the MCR shirts. Classic band shirts I had when I was 14. I lusted over Gerard Way and Frank Iero. They were hot. After MCR, Emo never really died. It still lived on in us all. Especially Lewis. But then again I had a crush on most rockstars. Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool were probably my main crushes, but they sorta evaporated when I turned 16. I was older, I got over Billie'stight pants, Mike muscles and Tre's baby face. Now again you might think I'm a teenie. NO! God no! I loved Green Day since Warning. Yeah I wasn't as big of a fan then as I am now but, Still, Green Day rocks right?
"Yeah. Stuffs happened. We are gonna get outta that shit dump at last." I sighed. "Oh and by the way, did you get my Network shirt I asked for?" I looked hopeful at Lewis.
"Yeah. Here" He want behind the stall and into a small box that had 'Stephs Shit' written on the top in scrawl black marker.
"You saying my taste is shit Lew?" I grinned. I always annoyed him. He didn't call things 'stuff or 'things', It was shit. It always annoyed him when I picked on him about his use of words.
He looked up and grimaced. "Don't piss with me Shanxy. You always called Billie 'That sex god in tight pants who can bang better than Tre Cool' " He said in one breath. I pissed myself laughing, well not literally. I just cracked up. Lisa and Natalie came round the corner as I was bent down, holding a stitch in my stomach from laughing so hard.
"You okay Shanx?" Lisa asked looking concerned. You may wonder why they call me Shanx or Shanxy. Armatage Shanx is a brand of toilet. I always locked myself in the toilets at school, hence the nickname Shanxy. We named our band Armatage Shanx not just after the Green Day song, but because Lisa and Natalie met each other looking after me in the toilets. Haha, school days rocked. That toilet has all our names encrypted on the walls. Shanxy, Lisaloco and Natre Cool was here in style 2005. Yep Nat loves Tre. Obsessive Compulsive or what? We were the freaks of Earlham. The mental ones. The suicidal sisters. Well we weren't suicidal but all the chavs said we worshiped Satan and we were suicidal goths. We were independent. Not goths. You chavs make me sick, Burberry wearing Bling Bling shitters. Anyway back to the story.
"Yep" I managed to breathe out. Lewis picked me up and smiled, handing over the shirt I had requested. The black and red long sleeved Network shirt.
"Thanks Hun." I said then kissed him on the cheek. I passed him a 10 pound note before be bagged it up and me made our way back to the bus stop.
Lewis called out to me before I walked away. "Ring me later. I still wanna talk to you missy." I laughed.
"Yeah alright. See ya!" I called over my shoulder.
*
We walked into our flat. Our flight was scheduled for the second of August. The day after my birthday. I was so confused. Should I tell my family or not? Walk away and never talk to them again or tell them where I'm going and have the pain of them stopping me from living my dream. I took off my clothes and put on my PJs which was a pair of my ex-boyfriends boxers he forgot to take and a Ramones shirt. I lay down in my bed. Tossing and turning a while before I got comfy. I picked up my MP3 Player and stuck the headphones in my ears. I turned it on to see what to play. I went though them all. 1039 Smoothed out slappy hours, Kerplunk, Dookie, Insomniac, Nimrod, Warning, International Superhits, Shenanigans, American Idiot, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, Rosenrot, Devo, Money Money 2020 and some random MP3s. I couldn't choose. I decided eventually after 10 minutes of scrolling that it was a time to listen to Warning. I chose waiting then settled my head.
I've been, Waiting a long time, for this, moment to come, I'm destined for anything at all,
I fell asleep to the sound of Macy's Day Parade colliding with my eardrums.
We were walking down St Stevens, The High Street. Shops to the left, Shops to the right. We carried on walking ignoring all the great clothes, shoes and accessories that were calling our names. The market was now in view. Loads of stalls with different colored items hanging from the wooden roofs. Bondage trousers and band shirts caught Lisa's eyes, with that glint of desperateness in her eyes, she ran towards the stall that sold them. Me and Natalie were drawn to the stall selling drainpipes, corsets and band shirts. Most of my wardrobe were drainpipes, corsets and band shirts. With the few dress shirts, ties, hoodies, Gothic Dresses and the Adeline Street Collection. I just couldn't afford nice clothes. I had the rent, bills, and food to buy and pay for. I was browsing when a pair of hands slipped around my waist. Don't get me wrong, It scared me shitless but I knew who it was too without turning round.
"Lewis!" I screamed throwing my hands around his neck and hugging him tight. I let go of him. My god was he hot. Black and red hair spiked at many angles. His lip pierced with a silver ring and his eyebrow bar glinting in the July sun. Yeah he was an Emo boy but that made me love him more. Now, you may think how I'm describing him that he's my boyfriend or something, He's not. He's my best boyfriend. He's a boy who is a friend. Not lovie-dovie boyfriendy mushy crap. No No No! I'm not like that. First, I cant touch Lewis, He has a girlfriend and second, I've been heartbroken too many times to even think about boyfriends. I'm waiting for the perfect one.
"Hey Honey! What you doing on my stall again? I thought you had a wardrobe full?" He smiled as I waled towards the Rammstein shirts.
"Yeah I do but it's a special occasion. So, I though Id treat myself. Lisa and Nat are treating themselves too." I said as I turned round to see his curious face.
"Special occasion?" He smiled trying to get it out of me.
I smirked and walked toward the MCR shirts. Classic band shirts I had when I was 14. I lusted over Gerard Way and Frank Iero. They were hot. After MCR, Emo never really died. It still lived on in us all. Especially Lewis. But then again I had a crush on most rockstars. Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool were probably my main crushes, but they sorta evaporated when I turned 16. I was older, I got over Billie'stight pants, Mike muscles and Tre's baby face. Now again you might think I'm a teenie. NO! God no! I loved Green Day since Warning. Yeah I wasn't as big of a fan then as I am now but, Still, Green Day rocks right?
"Yeah. Stuffs happened. We are gonna get outta that shit dump at last." I sighed. "Oh and by the way, did you get my Network shirt I asked for?" I looked hopeful at Lewis.
"Yeah. Here" He want behind the stall and into a small box that had 'Stephs Shit' written on the top in scrawl black marker.
"You saying my taste is shit Lew?" I grinned. I always annoyed him. He didn't call things 'stuff or 'things', It was shit. It always annoyed him when I picked on him about his use of words.
He looked up and grimaced. "Don't piss with me Shanxy. You always called Billie 'That sex god in tight pants who can bang better than Tre Cool' " He said in one breath. I pissed myself laughing, well not literally. I just cracked up. Lisa and Natalie came round the corner as I was bent down, holding a stitch in my stomach from laughing so hard.
"You okay Shanx?" Lisa asked looking concerned. You may wonder why they call me Shanx or Shanxy. Armatage Shanx is a brand of toilet. I always locked myself in the toilets at school, hence the nickname Shanxy. We named our band Armatage Shanx not just after the Green Day song, but because Lisa and Natalie met each other looking after me in the toilets. Haha, school days rocked. That toilet has all our names encrypted on the walls. Shanxy, Lisaloco and Natre Cool was here in style 2005. Yep Nat loves Tre. Obsessive Compulsive or what? We were the freaks of Earlham. The mental ones. The suicidal sisters. Well we weren't suicidal but all the chavs said we worshiped Satan and we were suicidal goths. We were independent. Not goths. You chavs make me sick, Burberry wearing Bling Bling shitters. Anyway back to the story.
"Yep" I managed to breathe out. Lewis picked me up and smiled, handing over the shirt I had requested. The black and red long sleeved Network shirt.
"Thanks Hun." I said then kissed him on the cheek. I passed him a 10 pound note before be bagged it up and me made our way back to the bus stop.
Lewis called out to me before I walked away. "Ring me later. I still wanna talk to you missy." I laughed.
"Yeah alright. See ya!" I called over my shoulder.
*
We walked into our flat. Our flight was scheduled for the second of August. The day after my birthday. I was so confused. Should I tell my family or not? Walk away and never talk to them again or tell them where I'm going and have the pain of them stopping me from living my dream. I took off my clothes and put on my PJs which was a pair of my ex-boyfriends boxers he forgot to take and a Ramones shirt. I lay down in my bed. Tossing and turning a while before I got comfy. I picked up my MP3 Player and stuck the headphones in my ears. I turned it on to see what to play. I went though them all. 1039 Smoothed out slappy hours, Kerplunk, Dookie, Insomniac, Nimrod, Warning, International Superhits, Shenanigans, American Idiot, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, Rosenrot, Devo, Money Money 2020 and some random MP3s. I couldn't choose. I decided eventually after 10 minutes of scrolling that it was a time to listen to Warning. I chose waiting then settled my head.
I've been, Waiting a long time, for this, moment to come, I'm destined for anything at all,
I fell asleep to the sound of Macy's Day Parade colliding with my eardrums.
