reddie // radiohead au

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- also known as ; new boy -

i woke up this morning feeling like my balls after i've been in a car for an extended period of time. sweaty.
i stretched, but while doing so i decided i wanted to get up too, causing me to fall out of my bed. which ultimately caused me to thwack my arm on the side of it and that shit hurt. anyways, i got up and threw on some my uniform. my shoes were at the door so i leaped into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. then i went downstairs.

'mum! i've got no socks!!' i skipped the last step on the stairs and jumped into the hallway.

'here sweet,' my mum said, chucking me some socks 'don't get into any fights today please, and take that three quid off the side for your lunch.'

' 'kay mum! bye, love you!' i responded, slipping my leather shoes on and leaving the house. i made sure to pick up my house key and the money i got for lunch.

once i reached school i was greeted at the front gate by stanley and bill, they were discussing the new boy.

'yeah i heard someone say he was from- oh hey richie!' bill exclaimed from infront of me. stanley was looked at me very confused.

'richie. where the hell is your bag?' stan asked me, as if i had just come out or something and he wanted to know why.

'bollocks.' i turned around, but bill grabbed my shoulder and spun me back around.

'nuh-uh young man. you are staying here. stanley, do you have any spare pencils and pens?'

'always,' he answered while taking his pencil case out his bag, 'what do you think i am, william? an animal?' he handed me one pencil, an extra sharpener and a black fountain pen.

'oh and richie, make sure you use your right hand.' stanley added, a small smile on his face, even if we all knew what happened when i used my left.

'thanks noodle. i'll see you guys later? form starts soon and i need to get my blazer from my locker.' i returned a grin to the two boys and walked off, but ruffling bills hair first.

while walking the hallway i tripped on my untied shoelace, falling face first into the cold blue flooring of the school. i got up quickly to avoid getting looks, as a boy with brown eyes and short, very curly black hair approached me.

'oh my goodness! are you okay?' he was a few inches taller than me, so i had to look upwards to see his face. he had dark skin and he wasn't wearing the school tie, infact, it was in his hand.

'i'm fine.' i smiled softly at the boy, 'just these laces fucking about.' i looked down at my shoes then back at him. he giggled and then put his hand out.

'mike hanlon.' he stated. i reached out and shook his hand.

'richie tozier. hey, aren't you that guy who plays guitar in the music room all the time? i really like the songs you write, i listen sometimes when im skipping a lesson.' i grinned at him widely.

'uh- yeah. i am! i've actually been needing a singer but i really like doing solo stuff, so i might do that when i'm older.' as he said that, he placed his tie around his neck, letting it flow down into a comfortable position.

'nice meeting you, mike. i need to go to my locker and then to form, see you later?'

'of course! in a while crocodile.' he responded with a small wink, before walking off.

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'okay everyone. sit down please, i need
to do the registration.' the teacher spoke.

i sat down, i always had a spare seat next to me because stanley and bill were in different forms and i only had them as friends. but i heard people saying that the new boy would be in my form group, and he had to sit next to me, because my table was the only one with an extra seat.

so, as everyone else entered i noticed the supposed new boy, he was small, but not small enough to be mistaken for a year 7. but for a year 13, he was small. he had big brown doe eyes, light freckles dotted across his cheekbones and nose. some of his freckles were on his cheeks and lower down his face, a few travelled down to his lips. his nose was small, and even if he was far away, i could see the way his eyes shined in the light of the sun that streamed through the large windows of the classroom.

as he approached me to sit down, like our form teacher had just instructed him, i smiled gently at him. he placed himself next to me, and got out a small notebook with small drawings inside, one being of a drum kit, and another of himself playing them. he scrolled to the next page in the book and began to scribble a series of keyboard notes, not forgetting to make sure anyone who saw the page knew that this wasn't for him. i tapped his shoulder lightly, and he turned to face me. that's when i noticed that in his hair curly brown hair there was a small streak of blond, almost white.

'hi. i'm richie.' i offered him my hand, and he looked at it like it was an explosive, taking in every detail and trying to work out which wire he should cut to stop the ticking time bomb that was my heart from exploding. slowly, he grabbed my hand gently and shook it, it wasn't a single bit awkward. at all.

'i'm eddie.' he smiled at me shyly, his hand lingering on mine for a second longer than required. i returned an extremely lopsided grin.

'eddie, are you from around here?' i asked, polite wasn't exactly my thing; but this attempt and not sounding rude was good enough.

'oh, no. i'm from further north. near blackpool.' ohmygodheissocute whatthefuck.

'nice.' was the only word i could muster up before i turned towards the front of the class. eddie followed and began to scribble more in his notebook.

when i was totally sure he was turned away i looked back to him and noticed the way his side profile flowed beautifully. his nose was turned up slightly, but not perky. it slanted straight down and rounded off at the end. his lips were small, but you could still see them clearly as they went round each other in smooth lines across his face. as he was drawing i saw him lick his lips in concentration, but he kept putting his pencil down as the small blond streak in his hair continued to fall in front of his face. without thinking, i pulled a small, pale blue clip from my blazer pocket and loosely slicked back the strand of hair, clipping it into his curly locks. he looked up in confusion, but then realised what i had done and muttered a small thanks under his breath before returning to his drawings.