Indiscriminate Illusions (Misc. Oneshots)

/ / T H E 1 9 7 5 / / (Gatty)

Pairing: Matty Healy/George Daniel

Rating: General

Triggers: Vague mentions of a past abusive living situation

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George couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips when Matty stretched out across his chest, using him in place of a pillow since George didn't bring any with him this time, all they had separating them from the scratchy grass below was an aging throw blanket that he had snagged from his mum's place when he moved out. It didn't matter to George though, he would stretch out on a bed of sharp rocks without voicing a single complaint as long as Matty was there with him.

Luckily for George, he didn't have to suffer through any discomfort tonight. The ground was actually quite soft and giving, molding to his spine almost like a good mattress would do. It seemed more comfortable than his own bed at least, although his box spring hadn't been changed since childhood, so it was probably time for him to upgrade it when he had the funds. The soil was a bit damp because of the recent rains, but the blanket was soaking up most of the moisture, and George had a spare shirt in his truck if it got wet either way.

George would never get enough of moments like these, he was always at his happiest when it was just him and Matty, but these little getaways were his favorite. Every year at the beginning of summer, no matter what, the two boys chose a night to head into the wooded area near the outskirts of town. It was where they met actually, and after almost ten years, it was now brimming with memories that were irrelevant to anyone but them.

Soft sound

George still recalled the first time he laid eyes on Matty with such vivid clarity, it was as if it happened only yesterday in his mind, but everything pertaining to Matty seemed to stick firmly in his brain, even the small events that should have faded away ages ago.

It was the sound that had drawn his attention to the other boy, because before then, George had been used to having the woods entirely to himself, he even went so far as to call it 'his forest', although thicket would probably be a better title for the faint scattering of trees and underbrush that George wandered in during his free time.

George wasn't sure why he spent so much of his childhood in that abandoned area, it definitely wasn't what his friends did once school let out, but there was just something about the scenery that pulled George in and called to him while he was away. Looking back, George realized that he liked the peace, the quiet serenity that he never found at home what with all the fighting and screaming that erupted between his parents before they split but that was always waiting for him here.

But this solitude had been disturbed that afternoon by none other than Matty himself, his choked exclamation had drawn George's attention despite his mother's warnings to be careful and avoid talking to strangers. Matty didn't look dangerous though, so George had approached the boy who had at that point been taller than him, even though the opposite applied now.

George tried to make as much noise as he could so Matty would be aware of the fact that he was no longer alone, but Matty didn't react at all to his presence. George wasn't sure what he was doing out here, but the part of his mind that was screaming at him to leave the boy alone was completely overridden by the fear that he might be hurt, not to mention he had always been curious by nature.

George vaguely knew of Matty back then, he'd seen him around the neighborhood at least, but they hadn't spoken before, mostly because George was a bit of a recluse and Matty was always surrounded by a crowd of friends no matter where he went. Not that day though, Matty was alone, and George was determined to find out why that was.