Mizz: This was my first ever fan-fic, and I SOOO enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it too! WARNING: Contains bad language!
Journalist: It was a lovely- Old guy: Ok, quit the lengthy introduction, mate, get down to it! I ain't payin you for writing storytale crap! Journalist: Sorry, mate. Old guy: Anyways, it was THE wedding of the year. My granddaughter, Mattina, was gonna get hitched (finally!) She looked so pretty and he was a nice guy, too. Little did I know that the day would completely change all our lives. I was half asleep when I came to the reception. That bloody priest, wouldn't stop! It's only a wedding for god's sake! He didn't half go on. But back to the reception. There were these guys, I think one of them was Jacko, but they were pretty good entertainment. Everyone was in a good mood... ...until these strange kids came along and hijacked the reception. One of them looked particularly suspicious, he was the dark-haired one. He kept looking over towards Mattina and making eyes at her, and she kept blushing. I had no time for suspicions, though. Because along came a waitress. I thought 'Praise the Lord! Finally we get some food!' After all, that was what I had come for, but my eyes met hers and completely froze. She must've been about 19, but she was so beautiful. I didn't even know her name, I just kept staring. And wolf-whistling. She had curly, red hair, a nice arse, and a nice pair. As she passed me, I thought 'Here's my chance!' So I did it. I grabbed her arse. She looked at me, shocked, but moved on to the next table. I sunk down in my chair, again, listening to the kids play their stupid guitars. Suddenly, a piece of cake came flying onto my plate. Express delivery! The guy who had thrown it at me seemed pretty pissed off at the whole wedding thing, maybe a bit drunk. I think his name was Charlie..... The dark-haired kid got up on the table. 'Oh shit,' I thought. Another crap table dancer. But he didn't dance. He got on a plate, and slid down the main table towards my granddaughter. The next thing that happened was pretty damn mad, though. He leaned forward, and kissed her in front of the groom! None of us was expecting it. 'Who the hell is that guy?' I asked my friend. I turned round, but it wasn't my friend. It was the waitress. 'Bastard!' she cried as I ran from my seat. She caught up with me pretty fast, though, and sooner or later she picked me up, plonked me on her lap and slapped me on the arse. I can't remember anything else but pain, because I blacked out after a while. The next morning, I woke up in a strange place. It wasn't the wedding reception, or my own house, or Mattina's. I turned around and saw a mass of ginger hair. 'I see you've woken up, bastard,' she whispered, carrying a whip in her hand. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!' I screamed as I ran down the street. |