Paul wondered down the dark alley.

"Marazzi," said a hard sounding voice.

"Yeah," replied Paul and he turned around to face his old ‘mate’.

"You got my money?" asked his old ‘mate’.

"Yeah," Paul handed over the money to his old ‘mate’

"Christian...I do think a lot of you for doing this for me," said Paul.

"No problemo... always wanted to help an ex bandmate murderer someone," he let out a evil laugh.

"So where’s the gun?"

"At my hideout,"

"Hideout?"

"I’ll take you there, you can see Mark again," Christian lead Paul to his and Mark’s hideout. Mark stood up as he saw Paul enter, he waited to see if Ben had come too before greeting Paul.

"No time no see," said Mark.

"Yeah,"

"Didn’t bring Ben then?"

"No...Ben doesn’t even know about what you both do now anyway and he’s not gonna,"

"Good....can’t have a mummy’s boy in on our little secrets,"

"Mark...get the gun and knife for Paul," ordered Christian. Mark walked into another room and shortly returning with a small big.

"Here," he said handing the bag to Paul, "Soon that Benji from Charlotte Good will be dead," Mark laughed.

"It’s Good Charlotte dude!" replied Christian.

"That’s what I said,"

"No you didn’t you said Charlotte Good,"

"No I did bloody not!"

"Did,"

"Didn’t!"

"Did!"

"Didn’t!"

"Did!"

"Did not!"

"Yes you did!"

"Stop!" shouted Paul, "It doesn’t matter what Mark said, anyway Mark have you got my plan wrote out yet?"

"Yeah, I’ve emailed it to you," replied Mark.

"OK...guess I’ll get going then,"

"Wait! If the police ever ask you questions, don’t say ANYTHING about still being in contact with us two or you’ll be meeting Benji soon after your crime," warned Christian.

"OK I’ll keep quiet, I’ll just say some crap about Blue or something, that will give Ben a smile," laughed Paul.

"Good idea!" exclaimed an excited Mark, "I could just imagine Blue getting the blame!"

"Anyway guess I’ll see you around," said Paul and he was lead out of the hideout by Christian. He walked quickly back to his flat and opened up his email from Mark. The plan was wrote down, Mark had done a lot of research on Benji and where he’d be when Paul was gonna make him a goner. Paul was planned to do the crime in 5 days. Paul laughed to himself. Hanne would go back to him as soon as he got Benji out of the way.

"Benji! I’m sorry! I had to see my friends!" shouted Hanne. Her and Benji were having another one of their fights.

"You know I hate you going off places without me, you know about everything I and Good Charlotte do!"

"So!"

"If the police found out that we’ve done drugs and sell drugs still and that we’ve finished people off for good, we’d go down forever,"

"Well no one knows I know about all that stuff,"

"Yes they do! It’s easy to work out! You better not of told them b!tchy friends of yours! Your you’ll go the same way as some other unfortunate people have gone," Hanne was scared, she knew he didn’t mean it, he just got angry when they were having fights. She stared at the ground and Benji pushed past her and stomped into another room. Joel walked over to Hanne.

"He didn’t mean any of that, he just gets angry," said Joel.

"I know," replied Hanne, "Tell Benji if he still loves me to come and find me!" Hanne quickly walked over to the door and ran out. Joel stayed put, he couldn’t be bothered to follow her, he knew Benji was out of order and he wasn’t gonna help him. Hanne ran all the way to a bus stop. She knew where she had to go. The bus came and she got on. An hour later the bus stopped on Ring Street. Hanne got off and walked over to the block of flats in front. She looked up at Paul’s window, the light was on.

"Here goes," she whispered to herself. She walked into the block of flats and went to Paul’s room. She sighed and then knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked again, but still no answer, where was Paul?

Paul sat quietly on his sofa. Christian smiled.

"Secret lover?" he whispered.

"No...Hanne," replied Paul.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Paul had looked out of his window and he had seen Hanne walking towards the block.

"Don’t answer the door, she’ll go,"

"But...what if she wants to talk?"

"Screw her! You’ll have her all to yourself soon,"

"I can’t!" shouted Paul. He ran over to his door and opened it.

"Sorry I was erm...on the loo," said Paul.

"It’s OK....can I come in?" asked Hanne.

"Yeah," Paul let Hanne into his flat. Christian had already hidden in the cupboard by this time.

"So...what brings you here?" asked Paul.

"I wanna be your mate again Paul, I’ve really missed you all these years,"

"Yeah me too," Hanne smiled at Paul.

"Mates?" she asked......