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chapter 1-Little Talks

A/N: this is my first attempt. the story is really dear to my heart. help me out. do not copy. u r awesome. ily

peace out

~Nick~
I’ve been to London many times and seen it being showered like god decided to piss the humans off by opening the gates to all his personnel dams up there and then watched them seated in a portable beach chair, white suit, sunglasses and all.

 It’s actually quite fun sometimes seeing people run around making their puny efforts to shelter themselves from…Waaiiitt a miniute..did I just say puny? Damn weather’s taking its toll on me. Cuz the last thing I want to come across in Manchester would be rain.

Fan-fucking-tastic! I scowl at the overly botoxed, orange tanned, bleach blonde weather chick.

Okay fine! She wasn’t that bad, quite hot but I am just feeling pissed off.

I switched off the huge ass flat screen T.V in front of me and tossed the remote control onto the cushioned T.V bench. Everything in the hotel room screamed big bucks. The heavy brown drapes, their gold, silk lining, the plush carpet, ultra mod appliances, the king sized bed with more layers on than a nerdy, high schooling chick. Made me feel like a spoiled rotten brat. But then again, I was and was supposed to be one. It was in the job description of being the offspring of filthy rich asses .I turned around and started stuffing the last of my luggage into my backback.

Just a little longer...

~3 hours later~

 I got off at Manchester Piccadilly. As I got out of the sub or tube as the Brits call it I was surprised to see there are barely any people around.

Well it was nearly eleven and it ain’t londo Damn I was gonna miss that place. I quickly made my way out, glad it was barely drizzling now.

I waited, adjusting the strap of my hugeass backpack, standing there rubbing my palms together to create some warmth in my cold limbs.

I had been cupping my hands infront of my mouth and blowing into them when a beat up red Ford swerved past me blasting some dance song. Underage (or not cuz the legal age here is 18.sweet!),overboozed teens stuck their heads out from the windows screaming along with tine tempah, flipping the bird to random nothing .

I quirk my eyebrow. Probably pulling off some YOLO stunt. I’m so distracted by the escape from the zoo party that I didn’t notice the cab that pulled up infront of me until it honked loudly. My eyes snapped to the driver.

The sight of a pale as a banana, acne stricken , skinny face comes into view. I can almost makeout a pair of sunken eyes and ketchup red hair flopped over his forehead.  Did I mention my stomach was rumbling loud enough to make drunk think there was an earthquake coming!.

I internally grimaced at the headless Nick’s birthday party choir in my stomach and the sight before  me. I swear red wasn’t a day older than 16.”You’re carriage awaits,cinderella”

I blinked twice before he rolled his eyes,

 “Want a ride?” he drawled in a strange combination of some southern accent brushed down by the air quoted London accent.

The effect was tremendous. Like a sloppy hot dog, the sausage made of crap and fried in the cheapest oil and slurred with unhealthy amount of mustard paste but covered in expensive French bread soft and light I deadpan.

it was like opening an Abercrombie & finch bag only to find  tattered and stained sweatpants. Okay just forget it I know I must be looking like a nuthouse escapee.

“Uh,sure..” I replied also throwing in an address. He gave me a skeptical look but nevertheless complied. I jumped in gratefully.

I am so fucking tired I can’t think straight. Yeah cock eyebrows and sarcastically comment”Apparently..”! You judgy world!.

I sighed and leaned my head against the cool glass of the window. As I peered outside at the deserted streets lit by the dim orange-yellow hue of the streetlamps I heard red fiddle with some knobs.

A second later the radio came to life as Of Monsters and Men belted out Little Talks:

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

I felt myself tensing involuntarily, though I was starting to sink into the haze of sleep as well.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I'm right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Hey!

You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

I clenched my teeth as painful memories came back but my thoughts felt like muddled watercolor painting.

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

 

I hope so…