Friends? (MemeNE)

II. Eboys Cook-off

Will's behaviour drastically changed ever since he had had that heart-to-heart with George in his car. The fact that the younger man finally spoke up about something that bothered him was an accomplishment on his own, however, the words they shared afterwards strengthened their bond a whole lot more. Even though they could've left and got home easily after the apology they chose to keep talking for a few more minutes, not thinking about the resurface of horrible weather.

So, surprise surprise, mother nature wasn't the nicest to them making the two to sit another storm out. They talked childhood memories, secondary school trips, their careers never brought up somehow. It had been a while since the two could converse like this - if ever - without other people around just openly chatting.

"This reminds me of that one time I got flung off a seesaw on the playground. I didn't fall that far but fuckin' hell was it scary." Will chuckled, reminiscing about simpler times, reflecting to George's swinging accident story.

Raindrops raced on the windows around them, cloudburst still at it to guarantee a minimum of thirty more minutes alone in the middle of hypothetical nowhere.

Hiding his mouth in his hoodie sleeve to keep his laughs down and show empathy, George composed himself. "How did you manage that then?"

"I mean I wasn't always this big handsome muscle man. Four-year-old me weighed like nothing and the child across from me - well he was pretty wham." Words embedded in a smile, Will demonstrated the happenings by recreating the launch with his fingers with the biggest deadpan expression on his face.

George giggled beside his friend, picturing the brunette in vivid detail as the event was further described. He himself wasn't the most agile kid either back in the day so competing in 'who had the more injuries and traumas' wasn't a challenging task for him to say the least.

"You know it's so weird how we've been friends for years and there are still stories so memorable like these we've never even brought up around one another. What do we even talk about?" Although the last part was meant as a joke both boys had to take a second to process it.

Neither of them ever announced that they considered the other as their best mate, but they were surely in that category, right? Despite labels like so weren't necessary normally to people in their early twenties both parties of the duo mulled over the idea. Just because they created memories together, some basics - apart from the others' birthdate maybe - were left out from their knowledge about each other.

"Fuck if I know. I barely know what your favourite food or colour is, and I'll blame you for these because you never told me." The older of the duo scoffed, not mad just astonished by the newfound realization.

George met his eyes, dusting off his jeans habitually to occupy his hands.

"You never asked." He wondered aloud. "But I guess I haven't either so let's go back to primary school peak five-year-old level. "

The dirty blonde grinned, playing with the thought of making himself seem smaller to resemble the maturity stage he mentioned. "Hi, I'm George, twenty-one, love the colour red and pizza."

George's extended hand above the gearshift was taken in a firm grip, handshake deliberate to enhance the theatricality of the gag.

"Nice to meet you, Grant was it?" With icy blues rolled, the shorter man chuckled in unison with Will, nonetheless.

"My name's Will, I quite fancy red and green shades and Indian cuisine in general."

George nodded letting go of his friend's hand, realizing how he could've assumed all of the above plainly from previous takeout and clothing colour choices.