I vividly recall the first encounter I had with him; I'd been at the camp for one month, and was already malnourished and pale when he was flung into my room/cell/metal box/prison.
He was all long limbs and floppy hair, blue eyes wild with indignation.
"Load of shit, this is!" he'd snarled with a provincial English drawl, his fist flying into the metal wall.
I blanched.
He turned to me then and thrust his hand outwards, urging me to shake it. I simply glowered at him with an incredulous curiosity. He have me a lopsided grin.
"Alrighty then, not a social thing are ya?" I shook my head abruptly.
"Fine by me. I'm Redmand, but please, call me Red." I was jostled by this, the hibernating child within me stirring slightly, and a shy smile crept onto my lips "I'm Blue." I offered, suddenly finding my bare toes perplexing as I avoided his gaze.
"Red and Blue?" He winked and I flushed "I think we're gonna make an absolutely unflappable team, love."
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Подростковая литератураHe promised he'd come back. It's been 3 years. I just want him back. (A/N THIS STORY IS COMPLETED.) (Also, this not a long story. The chapters are short and the story itself is short. Enjoy!)
