It's 1984.
Louis moved to Cheshire to accommodate his mum's new job, new house, and new life. He's not alone though, he's going to the same college his best friend Niall goes to. There's one particular problem though, and it comes in the personifica...
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Honestly, Louis has never felt freer. There's something so thrilling about the feeling. About soft, fresh air tranquilly blowing through his hair and up his warm skin and through his clothes. Something about the exhilarating burn his legs abode with each push he worked over the worn-out bike. And for most, the excitement rushed like wildfire when his favourite song hummed in his ears through his old headphones that were precisely taped together.
It was early sunny September and summer was just ending. It was refreshing, to say the least, the baffling monotonous free time. Louis didn't do much in his time off, other than moving and tediously staying up late at night with Niall drinking cheap beer, watching bad TV, and playing mindless board games they found at the bottom of his mum's sealed cardboard boxes. They also went to parties, but most of those were shit, filled with too many assholes and too many girls Louis wasn't attracted to. He also got a temporary job at Bob's Diner. The job was golden, paid decently an hour, deliciously complimentary greasy food all around, picturesque sunset sceneries through the windows covering the whole diner, and genuine good music playing through the diner's jukebox.
But then he discovered his patience ran a little toothin with specific customers and he quit. He supposes he just wasn't cut out for rendering coolness once faced with needy and exclaiming clients. Although his mother was sad he had left, she could understand. He had a known propensity to use his fiery tongue and lively persona to get his way, so she would often warn him to use caution before shooting words he could regret. Louis was putting some effort into that.
Putting summer aside, Louis was currently biking in the direct path of his new college. He had transferred schools over the summer since they needed to move for his mum's new job and the college offered him a decent scholarship to be fair.
He was eager. To say the least.
Johannah, his mum, had gotten a position in a small town off Chesire in a small but quickly growing workplace, so they moved. It was almost discomfiting and embarrassing how much the family needed this. Since Louis' father left about a year ago, they've been dug deep in a money crisis, but they don't like to mention it. He supposes no one ever does.
It was also convenient and consoling to know that this was also Niall's college, and Louis was glad he was going to know one familiar face in front of a cluster of strangers.
So yeah, he was buzzing.
Currently, Louis was biking on the side of the road next to the overgrown grass portion of the sidewalk, yellow blossoms and daisies growing on top without any rhythm to their path. The burning sun was beaming down on him bitterly and there was a small patch of sweat forming at the ick of his neck. His headphones were frequently slipping off his ears and falling to his shoulders and Louis had to constantly pull them back up, almost falling off his bike. Bon Jovi's Runaway in his ear and the daylight shining over his sun-kissed features and just barely burning his eyes enough to make him squint was all Louis needed to be utterly content.
