Posted Wed Sep 30, 2015 | 251 Words | Tagged story chav

“You wanna be one of them?” He reached his arm out to put to out to me. He was incredibly charming and I couldn’t say no. The two other lads were incredibly hot and making it next to impossible to not get a boner over.

I shook his hand and felt an electric shock pulse through me. Like if you touch a car or something, but incredibly more powerful. Probably not as bad as being tazered but I wouldn’t know.

He then walked off and left me in my state and the other two stayed behind with me,

“Mate, you ok bud?” One of them spoke up to me, the one in the blue jacket.

“Think so mate. Fukkin felt strange as that” I couldn’t believe myself, I was sounding like them. My head felt funny as I’m sure their names popped into my head, Jazza and Gazza me mates. I felt a breeze against my head where I think, I couldn’t quite think at the moment, my hair fell out to a nice short cut.

Jazza pulled out a pair of trackies from his bag and threw them at me. I know I needed these and not whatever the fuck these blue things I was wearing were. They felt all dry and fukkin weird and that. Then I was thrown a t-shirt and hoodie just like Gazza was wearing, but different and that.

Knowing what we needed, we went off for some cans and to have a fukkin good nite.