Your Song - Madderton

1. Dickie, meet Duckie

"Taron! Come downstairs!" Taron's mother called up the stairs, waiting to hear her sons feet on the wooden floor. He groaned from his room and slowly walked down the stairs, nervously biting his lip. There were boxes in his arms as he carefully manoeuvred around his smiling mum.

Today was moving day, the day that Taron had fought so hard against. Wales was his home, he'd spent all sixteen years of his life there.

He helped to load the final boxes into the van and blinked away the tears that had started to form in his eyes. Taron crossed his arms and sighed softly, turning to face the house that he'd grown up in. Even though it'd been a scary place to be for the past two years, he knew he'd miss it more than anything. It was everything he knew.

"Hey man." A voice behind Taron pulled him out of his staring state. He turned around and smiled when he realised his neighbour, as well as his very best friend, Jamie, had come to see him off. There was a brief awkward moment between the two, however, as Jamie could clearly see that Taron was upset. He didn't want to draw any attention to it, otherwise they'd both start crying.

They shared a knowing look, Jamie tucking a part of his mousy long hair behind his ear. He looked down at his beaten up converse, trying to focus on anything but his best friend, who was about to disappear from his life for the foreseeable future. Taron did the same, looking down at his matching pair of converse that they'd both sworn to wear every day of their lives while they were apart.

"I love you, you know. You're like a brother to me." Jamie whispered, smirking at the old pavement they were both standing on. He was caught by surprise when Tarons arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in for a hug that would probably be the last one for a long time. They both tried their best not to cry, but failed miserably.

Tarons mum stood in the doorway of their former home, staring at the pathetic pair of friends. They made her heart hurt. She looked away for a while, trying to tell herself that this would be a good decision. The warm autumn breeze ruffled through her brown curls, picking up her red sundress ever so slightly.

She looked back into the house a final time before clicking the door shut behind her, shutting away the past, for good. The boys had finally let each other go and were wiping their faces, desperately trying to clear the tears that had fallen down their red cheeks. "I'll see you soon, yeah?" Taron called to Jamie, who had stepped back to let the small family of two into their van.

Jamie nodded, not risking crying all over again. A soft smile played on his lips as he remembered all of the memories that the two had shared on their street over the years. He let a single tear fall down his cheek once again, the nostalgia hitting him hard in the stomach. He couldn't imagine life without his best friend living right across the road from him.

He watched as the van drove off, his very best friend slumped in the seat, waving goodbye with his puffy red eyes and blushed face.

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"I heard there are good schools down in Scotland, T." Taron's Mum, Christine, smiled at him from the drivers seat. He'd been staring out of the window ignoring her for around an hour now, and it was getting boring.

"Really?" Taron kept his gaze on the moving scene outside the window, rather than his mother.

"Yep, the one you're going to has a film and media class that you can take, i checked." Christine put a spare hand through her sons hair, flinching as he shoved it off. Her pale hands gripped the wheel tighter in an attempt to stay patient with the stubborn boy next to her.

"You might make some amazing friends there, ones who're just like Jamie." She sighed and stared straight ahead, praying for a good reaction.

"I already had a Jamie at home, Mum! No one will ever be 'Jamie' to me. Stop trying to make this shitty situation any better than it is." Taron raised his voice, making his mum cringe away from him. He could see her screwed up facial expression and instantly felt bad.