In the city outskirts of London, in the middle of the summer, a light raindrop smacked against the window, the sound so soft and low that one single droplet could barely disturb you. But with the storm going on and it pouring heavily, each drop had a single beat creating a constant drumming. Outside, the storm was exhilarating and blinding. The rain fell all around you and on you that you felt you were going to drown above water.
The streets were bare for this storm went on late in the night and only one brave soul was known to go out in it. Standing at a bus stop was a lone stranger. His hair was long and brown and he was tall and lanky. He stood waiting for his ride after escaping his house into the night. He ignored the cold drops of rain that pelted his pale skin.
A lone car pulled up in front of him and the door was popped open releasing the sound of music in to the rain. He leaned over and peaked in the car to find the exact person he was waiting for. He got into the car closing the door behind him entering the newfound heat. He leaned against the seat and closed his eyes before releasing a long sigh.
"Long day?" The thick Bradford accent questioned.
"Long life." He replied back. He felt his best friend gently punch his shoulder causing him to open his eyes again. He glanced at the tanned man in the driver's seat. His friend was staring at him intensely before putting a smirk on his face.
"Come on. Let's get your mind off of it." He said explaining his smirk.
"How?" The pale boy asked, tiredly.
"We're going to party. I mean, how else?"
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beautiful lies | narry
Fiksi Penggemara story about a boy who tells beautiful lies and a boy who speaks the ugly truth © Copyright February 2015 starfully
