BREAK MY STRIDE

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The girls and Nutella still in Orla's arm went up to Maeve's room where a board was leant up against her walls. "Hey isn't that-"

"The notice board from Fionnula's notice board? Yep!" Erin paced round the room.

"Okkk and why is it in my room?"

"Michelle care to explain?"

"I love alcohol me." Michelle slurred leaning against the wall laughing to herself.

"She's pissed out her mind." Erin shook her head in disappointment.

"Really I didn't notice." Maeve spoke with sarcasm scratching behind Nutella's ears as she sat on Orla's lap. "Why did you steal it Michelle?"

"So we could get first dibs on the jobs duhhhhh!"

"Wouldn't have been easier to just take the posters? They're only blue tacked on." James points out as everyone watches Michelle's mood change.

"Ohhhhhh.... fuck off dickweed!"

"Right there no use talking to her let alone interrogating why she was an idiot she's too drunk." Maeve grabbed her hand helping her down the stairs into the kitchen.

"What's gone on here?" Tara poked her head round the corner.

"What do you think?" Maeve smirked as Tara came up to them getting Michelle a glass of water.

"Was it vodka?" Michelle nods with a massive smile. "Good choice. Tara nodded smiling.

"I love you Tara." Michelle slurred.

"I love you too Michelle."

"And you're an absolute ride!"

"Michelle!"

"It's okay." Tara chuckled.

After Michelle sobered up for a bit they went back upstairs to talk with the rest of the girls. "Well what are we going to do?"

"We're going to give ourselves one of these jobs and earn the money to go to Paris. Look, we're not like Jenny Joyce. Nobody's just gonna hand us things. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't have things. Come on, Clare. I know how much you've dreamed of seeing the Arc de... whatever the fuck it's called. James, I know how much you want to practice the shit out of the past participle. Orla, you really, really buzz off those Renault Clio ads. Maeve, well you can just earn some more money on the side. And well you." Michelle patted Erin on the shoulder awkwardly. "Well you're just riding Charlene Kavanagh."

"I'm not riding her." Erin snaps in a defensive tone. "I just think it's time for me to move on friend wise."

"You do realise you're talking to your current friends?!"

"We can't give up on Paris. Let's do this, girls. Let's just make it happen!" Michelle stands up on Maeve's bed as Nutella jumps down.

"Get off my bed arsehole!"

"I will buck a French lad, Maeve. I will buck a French lad, so help me God!"

"MAEVE NUTELLA'S SHIT BEHIND THE SODA AGAIN!!" Tara yelled up the stairs as Maeve groaned rolling her eyes.

"Give! Me! Strength!"