𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✯ 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂

𝟢𝟨．𝖵𝖠𝖯𝖨𝖣 𝖢𝖴𝖭𝖳𝖲

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖨𝖷
❝ 𝗏𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 ❞

THE NEXT FEW MONTHS FOLLOWING MY father's death, may have been the best months of my life — as odd as that sounds. Everything was just so much more interesting at uni, the parties, the lessons — even some of the people, no matter how pretentious some of the others could be.

Not to mention, having Oliver Quick join our not so little group made things so much more interesting. He wasn't like everyone else, everyone who had a bit of wealth and thought they were better than everyone and that they had to act a certain way — he was real. He was his complete and total authentic self.

When everyone else was talking about materialistic shit and spending all their time judging others for fucking breathing — Felix, Oliver and I were getting closer and just, overall, happier. It didn't matter to either of us that he didn't have as much money as us, that his family didn't have titles like we did — he was fucking brilliant, so much better than everyone else who had wealth.

I snapped out the deep trance I was in, gaining focus once again, as I heard Felix and Ollie sit back down at our table; pints in hand.

"Well, you know Farleigh basically grew up with us?" Felix began, putting his pint down.

Speaking of Farleigh, actually, his jealousy — and suspicion — grew worse as the months went on. He really did not like Oliver at all. His looks got more judgmental, his comments got snider. It was unfair and it made no sense at all — Oliver was nothing but nice to him.

"I didn't know that you and Farleigh were cousins," Oliver tilted his head to the side slightly, intrigued. I wonder how they'd got onto that topic, whilst literally buying drinks from the bar — they were up there for two minutes.

"Mhm, well my aunt, Farleigh's mum, ran away to America when she was nineteen, to escape the cold-hearted English," Felix began, opening his packet of cigarettes, passing one to me quickly. He outstretched the packet toward Oliver, offering it to him, "Ciggy?"

"Oh, no. I don't smoke," Oliver shook his head with a small smile; Felix placed the packet back down on the table.

I wonder how long that will last. With the amount Felix and I smoke, not to mention everyone in our group, I'm sure he'll pick up the habit fairly soon. Felix lit my cigarette with his lighter, before doing the same with his own.

"Yeah, Auntie Fred married a lunatic and pissed everything she had up a wall-" Felix continued his story. "-quite a fair chunk of dad's money, too — until he had to finally cut her off."

"Sounds like an Evelyn Waugh novel," Oliver spoke unknowingly.

"Oh, don't you know Ollie? All of Waugh's characters are based on Felix's family," I smiled at Felix teasingly, snickering as he rolled his eyes at me before turning back to Ollie.

"Yeah, they were. He was completely obsessed with our house," he sighed, shaking his head slightly, a small on his face. "But- uh, poor dad, you know, felt so bad about the whole thing that he decided he would pay for all of Farleigh's education."