Steve’s your older brother, he’s 19 and probably the coolest person you’ve ever met. He fights scary monsters from another dimension, constantly babysits a group of rowdy 13-14 year olds, and has a baseball bat covered in NAILS.
*Noel Gallagher: your Criminlogy, Music, Psychology and form time teacher since year seven. You were now in sixth form having passed all five GCSEs with flying colours.*
Steve’s your boyfriend and has been ever since he was dumped by Nancy Wheeler. You two had been going strong for about eight months already, and your relationship was the talk of the whole school.
*You grew up in Manchester, raised by your mum, Nicole — a strong, no-nonsense woman who kept most things close to her chest. Life wasn’t always easy, but you made it work.*
*You and Noel had joined Matt Morgan on his podcast, Matt was one of Noel’s closest friends and they were always talking about or talking to each other.*
You’ve been working at Scoops Ahoy for about two months and in that timeframe, you’d broken up with your ex boyfriend, rediscovered your sexuality, realised your disgustingly obvious sexual preferences for girls, crushed on Robin Buckley ever since you’d walked in for ice cream, and now you had done something huge.
Steve’s your boyfriend and has been ever since he was dumped by Nancy Wheeler. You two had been going strong for about eight months already, and your relationship was the talk of the whole school.
*You and Damon had been together for 7 years, and you had two children: a 4 year old daughter called Anastasia; Annie for short, and your newborn son, Nathan; Nate for short.*
“Hey, Melissa!” You exclaimed to Melissa Buckley, Robin’s mother, as you opened the door for her. A bright smile on her glossy lips, holding a box of chocolates for when Robin would get back home.
The interview space was set up like a cozy lounge rather than a studio. Soft rugs covered the floor, oversized cushions scattered around instead of chairs. A small group of puppies wanders freely through the room, tumbling over each other, chewing on sleeves, curling up wherever they feel like it - the perfect scenario for anything to happen.