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American Suitehearts
Northern clouds cry about the weather
Two Months later in Oxford
It’s winter here. The sun sets early and the days are short. I’m on high street, its dusk and the sky is going a strange dirty colour. I still haven’t quite gotten used to Oxford, my father owns an estate to the east and I’m trying to hide in the local pub before he can force me to eat dinner with his whore. The green dragon is a nice place, the owner doesn’t ask your age as long as you pay and the boys in blue stopped coming here years ago. I’ve only been here for three days and I’ve already made this my favourite haunt. Boarding school in London finished with a pathetic exam that I really, really don’t want to know the results of
I was hoping that the guys in oxford would be smart in handsome. Instead their just smart, I can’t really get into guys anyway. It’s not...him, it’s me. Their eyes never have any depth and their smiles are as weak as tea. I take another swing, nobody bothers the underage kid in the dark corner.
The door swings open and a groan fills all the other night dwellers that are here.
“Sorry” says the person who opened it
My eyes flick open. I know that voice
“Jon” I say in surprise
He looks the exactly the same, a large grin on his face showing all his perfect teeth. Without a second thought or remark I rush over and throw my arms around him. God this wasn’t happening. This had to be some sort of dream
“What an earth are you doing here?” I practically shout, a little bit tipsy
“Well I went to your house and they said that you’d be here”
“You went to my house” I repeat
“Yeah” said he with a shrug
“We wanted to surprise you”
“We?”
The door swung open
“Why does it have to be so fucking cold?”
My breath hitched slightly when I saw him
“Brendon...” I whisper
The last time I say him was...well he was fast asleep in bed to be honest. The only difference was now he had clothes on. He was slightly breathless when he saw me, I don’t even wait for him to say anything, I crossed the room. We didn’t hug or kiss, just...everything seemed so perfect in those moments
“Ryan, I got excepted into Oxford” his voice was still like honey
“That’s....that’s brilliant....um, where are you staying?”
He smiles brightly and laughs “I have no idea”
“You could always; I don’t know.....stay at my place”
Brendon smiled “I’d like that, it better be warm”
Jon butted in “You two are fucking adorable, you know that, I’m getting Spee out of the car before he freezes”
Brendon looks at me after Jon left
“I don’t know if I could live here though—it’s just so god dam cold”
I smiled “DO you want a beer to warm up?”
“What? Umm, Ryan hello don’t have my fake id on me”
I roll my eyes
“You only have to be eighteen to get drinks here idiot”
“Maybe England’s not that bad after all”
THE END.
It’s winter here. The sun sets early and the days are short. I’m on high street, its dusk and the sky is going a strange dirty colour. I still haven’t quite gotten used to Oxford, my father owns an estate to the east and I’m trying to hide in the local pub before he can force me to eat dinner with his whore. The green dragon is a nice place, the owner doesn’t ask your age as long as you pay and the boys in blue stopped coming here years ago. I’ve only been here for three days and I’ve already made this my favourite haunt. Boarding school in London finished with a pathetic exam that I really, really don’t want to know the results of
I was hoping that the guys in oxford would be smart in handsome. Instead their just smart, I can’t really get into guys anyway. It’s not...him, it’s me. Their eyes never have any depth and their smiles are as weak as tea. I take another swing, nobody bothers the underage kid in the dark corner.
The door swings open and a groan fills all the other night dwellers that are here.
“Sorry” says the person who opened it
My eyes flick open. I know that voice
“Jon” I say in surprise
He looks the exactly the same, a large grin on his face showing all his perfect teeth. Without a second thought or remark I rush over and throw my arms around him. God this wasn’t happening. This had to be some sort of dream
“What an earth are you doing here?” I practically shout, a little bit tipsy
“Well I went to your house and they said that you’d be here”
“You went to my house” I repeat
“Yeah” said he with a shrug
“We wanted to surprise you”
“We?”
The door swung open
“Why does it have to be so fucking cold?”
My breath hitched slightly when I saw him
“Brendon...” I whisper
The last time I say him was...well he was fast asleep in bed to be honest. The only difference was now he had clothes on. He was slightly breathless when he saw me, I don’t even wait for him to say anything, I crossed the room. We didn’t hug or kiss, just...everything seemed so perfect in those moments
“Ryan, I got excepted into Oxford” his voice was still like honey
“That’s....that’s brilliant....um, where are you staying?”
He smiles brightly and laughs “I have no idea”
“You could always; I don’t know.....stay at my place”
Brendon smiled “I’d like that, it better be warm”
Jon butted in “You two are fucking adorable, you know that, I’m getting Spee out of the car before he freezes”
Brendon looks at me after Jon left
“I don’t know if I could live here though—it’s just so god dam cold”
I smiled “DO you want a beer to warm up?”
“What? Umm, Ryan hello don’t have my fake id on me”
I roll my eyes
“You only have to be eighteen to get drinks here idiot”
“Maybe England’s not that bad after all”
THE END.
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Okay, thank you soooo much all the people that have stuck with me, commented or subscribed. It’s been lovely and I’ve really enjoyed writing this :D lol this is the most random ending ever, I was tempted to throw in a bagel but I resisted, therefore you should be proud of me :DAnd on a second note I’m writing another story (Ryden—OF COURSE) called Cemetery boy, please check it out I’d love to know what you think :D
And btw’s who’s going to the Harry Potter midnight screening and dressing up as Bellatrix? *cough, cough, ME! YAY!!I regret nothing :D