Party ¦Maylor

October 17th

This mid October afternoon was rather windy. Despite it being Saturday, not many people were on the streets, the weather was surely a cause. Honestly it wasn't that bad, just the wind was impossible to stand.

It didn't scare two Imperial College students with Beatles hairstyles, though. They were bravely walking forward hugging their coats tight around them.

The shorter one, who tried to not look like the shorter one, was wearing platform boots completed with flared jeans and a white fluffy fake fur coat. He was quite a view.

His friend was taller than him even though he was wearing flat shoes. He looked more decent as for the current style. Slim jeans and a long black coat with a high collar. He purposely wore the collar up because, as his extraordinary friend told him, it complimented his features.

"This is insane." he commented.

"Shut up, Brian. It's not your first time doing this." man in the fur barked at him. Maybe Brian was more sensible than him, but he was a year older so he had a righ to rule.

"I know, but this is just crazy. We're gonna get caught one day!" Brian cried. He patted the front of his coat and felt the paper bag that was located in the inside pocket. He gulped. "Fred, they are fifteen!"

"John is, Roger is seventeen. They aren't gonna report us or anything, because like, their lifes depend on us." Fred sent Brian a suggestive look. "Besides, you know how prestige for them is it to have friends from collage?"

Brian didn't respond, because it was true. He only just started the university this year and Fred was already on a second year studying design. Roger was in year twelve and John in year eleven and it surely was a cool thing to have collage students as friends.

Especially when they delivered you some true treasures.

Meanwhile Fred and Brian were walking through the streets of London, in the place of their destination two other teenagers were impatiently waiting for the delivery.

Next to the Deacon's household there was a ruined house which's owners abandoned it during the construction. Neighbors said that the owners started building the house and never ended it due to the World War II. Nobody knows what happened to them and nobody cared, in all honesty.

The house didn't have a roof, the first floor barely had any walls but parter and the basement were completely fine. Well, it were just naked walls and floors but anything would do for the teenagers.

As already mentioned, it was a windy day so first floor and parter were out of question. Square holes in the walls were the windows were supposed to be.

Two boys carried the armchairs, stools, small table and a kerosene lamp to the basement.

So it was all settled.

The boys, who also had Beatle hairstyles, fiddled with the lamp trying to get it to work and finally the blond one figured it out.

"Ha! I told ya I'm gonna do it!" he scoffed, running his hand through his hair. He sat back in his damaged armchair, took the cig and a lighter from his pocket and lit up a cigarette. Deacon scrunched up his nose.

"You really want Brian to like you back while you're smoking?" the boy said, waving his hand in the air to get the smoke away from him.

"Deaky you don't know shit about me and Brian." the blond took a drag from the cigarette and quickly blew the smoke out to cover the blush that appeared on his face. "And wow, hypocrisy? You're smoking too."

"Only weed, once a month." Deaky smiled rubbing his freezed hands together. Roger snorted, the smoke coming out of his nostrils. Deaky said 'once a month' every week.