All the Small Things

Well now, just you let me explain.

You’re been expecting this, I know. I wish I could say that actually, our resident rugby star was pretty damn ugly and I ran off and started a new life with Mattie or something. But Mattie is practically a card carrying heterosexual and not actually my type, so we’re stuck with cliché. Muchly.

I just can’t though.

But seriously.

Angel Engels was hot.
He leaned casually against one of the wrought iron railings, looking tall and pretty whilst sunlight filtered down into through his lovely hair and into gorgeous eyes the colour of the sky above. His skin was…

“Is he still breathing?”

Rhys poked me. I made a noise of protest and tried to bat him away.

“He just squeaked…”

“Felix, dude, you there?”

Mattie threw me off his back, releasing my ankles and letting me fall onto the tarmac below.

Which was wet.

“Matt! I do not appreciate having my trousers soaked on the first day back!” I said, indignant and trying
to remove bits of gravel from my trouser leg as discreetly as possible.

“Shouldn’t have asked him to point out Angel then.”

Believe it or not, it actually took me a while to work out what they were on about.

“…the fuck? Oh, come on, guys! Nasty!”

“Felix, you just zoned! You weren’t blinking! It was kinda funny at first, then it just got alarming, to be
honest.”

Benji had a different approach to this.

“My baby has a CRUSH!”

Jesus Christ.