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Chapter II { Arrival }

Thomas have been driving for seven hours and, after suffering for his arms and back, he arrived at his friend's house.

The house was kept as he remembered. It's white marble walls along with the red brick roof remained intact, despite all these years that had passed. Five maybe? Or was it six? Thomas didn't remember it well, he just knew that he hadn't heard from his boy for a long time. Taking his suitcases out of the trunk of the car, he walked down the stone path that led to the main entrance of the house. He noticed the new wooden fences that were around it, separating the garden from that of the tenants of the house next door.

He did not remember that the little path was like this, much less that the boards were so new. He remembered a small dirt road, along with a wooden fence delimiting his garden with the neighbor's one.

Leaving the little spell the front garden had cast on him, he followed the stone path to the gate. Once in front of it, he sighed and, trying to put on his best forced smile, rang the house bell.
Voices could be heard from inside, arguing who should go open the door.

The Brit who was waiting to be opened by his old housemates chuckled to himself. The shrill voice of the redhead and the commanding voice of the brunette hadn't changed, although he was surprised not to hear the Norwegian's. Normally, when these two were arguing over who should answer the door, the foreign would come to the door and open it to see who was knocking. Or if it happened that he was fed up of hearing this two fought, he would shout at both of them and one would rush to open the door so he would not have to see his friend's murderous face.

After a few minutes of standing in front of the door listening to the conversation of the residents trying to listen to his lover, the door opened, giving way to one of his former companions.

He was tall and thin, with a fair complexion with freckles on his cheeks. His eyes were hazel, matching his reddish blonde hair. He was wearing a white T-shirt, a denim jacket, jeans, and house slippers. The moment he saw him he recognized the boy in front of him.

It was Matthew Woodmall, his somewhat narcissistic friend and the happiest of all the gang. Physically he hadn't changed that much. If that, he had grown a few inches but nothing more. He was looking inside, apparently scolding Edd that next time it was his turn to go open the door, apart of telling him to stop being so cuddly with ... Tord?

- So sorry. My housemates don't stop BEING SO CHEESY AROUND EACHOTHER.

The last thing he said he raised his voice, to make sure that, according to the hazel-eyed man, the two "lovebirds" could hear him without problems. Thomas would have sworn he'd heard him wrong if he hadn't heard a groan coming from inside, from what seemed to be the owner of the house.

That couldn't be. The boy in front of him must have misunderstood things. He never broke up with his beloved Tord. He never broke his heart. He remembered the boy's tear-stained face, but not because they had ended their relationship. If not for his departure. The day Tom returned to the army on the orders of his superior.

Coming out of his little trance, he heard a third accented voice ask what was happening in a half sleepy tone. A tone Thomas remembered with tenderness and joy.
It was a Norwegian accent, his partner's native accent. He had been longing for that voice that he loved for a long time. For him, it was listening to a poor, innocent fallen angel from heaven sing.

The boy in front of him finally turned around to see who had knocked on the door. His expression changed from an annoyed face to a surprised one in less than a second. With a quick movement, he left the door ajar and stepped into the apartment, leaving Thomas somewhat confused and annoyed. Is this how you react when you meet an old friend? No. At least a "welcome" or "aren't you coming tomorrow?" Not Matt shutting the door in front of him.