The World Will Fall in Love With Night

*She was trying to act calm and collected when he said he wanted to talk. And when they met outside.*

*He was nervous, and that in turn made her nervous. Was something wrong?*

*When- ah… Her heart. And her feelings for him, her stupid feelings rose up again. She put them to rest. Shoved them in a box in her mind and left it to collect dust.*

*And here he is. Nervous and just as handsome and charming as ever and… Stupid feelings burst out. Made her weak.*

I miss you too. *She meant it. Every last word. He was her friend and… She missed him.*

I didn’t want to text and bother you… But I hoped you were okay…

Yeah....yeah, Canice has been all over my arse making sure I’ve been taking care of myself. I’ve seen mother hens that don’t mother hen as much as him.

“I don’t know what the worst thing that could happen. They can’t disown us. Too much pride. Everyone knows about us anyways. Rich people don’t give up. That’s what poor people do.”

When he offers to make a quick getaway, she’s so glad she wore a tux with shoes. A dress and heels wouldn’t have let her escape.

“I have a fake ID to get us some real booze before the store closes.”

“Good. This shit ain’t doing anything.” He climbs up onto the top of the short fence. He glances back just once, setting the glass down, to make sure his companion is following. “Also...hope you’re a fast runner because my mom is kinda...eyeing me right now.”

She just listens, growing only the slightest disinterested. Yeah, she gets it.  Rich parents don’t care if you drink, as long as the bottle costs a small fortune. They like to keep their kids on a tight leash, yep. She gets it. 

She felt his eyes on her for a second. A nervous hand comes up to play with the longer pieces of hair. Maybe she would go to get it fixed. …maybe she should get it dyed. Blue. She hates her orange. Make it blue.

“They tell me what they want and I make it worse. They eventually stop recommending things because they don’t want to see how far I’ll go to embarrass them.” She grins, toothy and wide. “It’s like a game. Kinda.”

“If she wanted you to put makeup on, you should have. Eyeliner, lashes, lipstick. The whole shebang.” She looks at him with a small laugh, picturing him all dolled up. “Would have been great in the photos.”

He hums a bit, downing his glass. Damn, he should have brought another one. “Yeah, then I’ll wear a dress, too. See if they try to marry me off to Britain’s Most Wanted Bachelorette then.” He’s not bitter at all. What are you talking about?

Chloe is the kind of girl that would grin at how crooked her nose gets from breaking it. One that revels in making her mother cry when she finds Chloe’s once beautiful long locks in the sink. With Chloe standing there with the shears and a big smile at how uneven the cut is. How short.  But her parents are the kinds of people that work hard and don’t understand why their daughter refuses to wear nice clothing. Why she chooses to work at a pet store when she could have a place as a well-paid secretary. 

They’re rich, and Chloe is a disgrace. Refuses to play nice with the boys forced to take her out on dates. 

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Gwyn sighed a bit, heading towards the doors. “It’s either go outside and cool my head or end up in the kitchen with the waitstaff and a pint of Guinness.” He eyes the champagne in his hands as he pushes the door open. It never did the trick for him. “I’m sure my parents would prefer this.” Even so, he thought he might head back to the kitchen later. Even if he was only 16, one of his best friends...well, one of his only friends, was back in the kitchen tonight and he always agreed to slip Gwyn some alcohol if he promised to behave.

He headed outside, leaning against the railing overlooking the garden that was his backyard. “I just can’t stand being cooped up like that.” He turned towards his companion, eyeing her. Her hair was chopped unevenly, her nails unmanicured and her face a bit on the snarly side. “I’m sure you understand.”

He sighed again, turning around so his back was against the railing and he could look in the doors, the light from inside pouring out. “Honestly. How do you get away with looking like that? If I didn’t know who was working, I’d have mistaken you for one of the waitstaff. I just wanna know how you manage. My mom nearly forced me to wear makeup just because I have a scratch on my cheek.” He loosened his tie. He knew he was talking to much, rambling on, but he was just so thankful to get out of that room.

But what could he do? His parents forced him to make an appearance. Even if a year ago at this same party they tried to marry him off to a girl he’d never met because it’d be a good business deal to merge her father’s company with their own and despite the fact that they had absolutely nothing in common. Like most of the teens and young adults around his age that attended. He absolutely hated these stupid parties.

So when he saw another person around his age that looked just as bored as him, he went for it. It wasn’t long before he found himself close enough that they could hear him when he whispered. “May I have this dance?”

Oh, hang on a second… May I? *hand gestures the question of “can i take my phone?”*

*Holds up a finger*

Oh, yeah? Thanks, then. Sorry to bother you. Yeah, I’ll be gone.

*And he’s hanging up thank you very much.*

*of course it does. and it hurts him a little bit more.*

Gwyn, I appreciate it.

But mind your own fucking business. 

Man, here I was all this time thinking I was supposed to be the angsty teenager out of the two of us.

*But he still has Canice’s phone so...Let him just...flip through his contacts and dial a certain Blonde One*

*Luckily it picks up after two rings.*

bondsofbrotherhood:

Nothing is. Does that give you the excuse to run and hide like a coward?

I didn’t think you’d be the kind of man to hear ‘if you love something, let it go’ and just accept it without so much as a fight.

*Come at me, bruh*

…

*Pulls out his phone, and dials Eli’s number.*

*Walks to Gwyn, shoves the phone into his hand, and he’s done.*

You talk to him then. You can solve everything, go on. Do it. 

*He can’t help but laugh when the dial tone cuts off and goes to voicemail*

Yeah, because if there’s an actual problem, a fucking phone call is the way to fix it. Why don’t you text him? It’s just as impersonal as a phone call, but then you don’t even have to hear his voice!

bondsofbrotherhood:

*He’ll just return it in kind*

Then what’s the fucking problem?

It’s not so simple. Gwynfor. *That’s your cue to knock it off.*

Nothing is. Does that give you the excuse to run and hide like a coward?

I didn’t think you’d be the kind of man to hear ‘if you love something, let it go’ and just accept it without so much as a fight.

bondsofbrotherhood:

You don’t even know if something’s wrong? The fuck is with that! And here you are wasting time and not even mentioning it! Don’t you think you should be a little more proactive? Don’t you think you should be addressing the problem and trying to fix it instead of lollygagging around? Or is it not that important to you? Is he not that important to you? And don’t give me some shit about me being a hypocrite because I’m talking from fucking personal experience.

*He gives Gwyn a dangerous look.*

Careful now. Sounds like you have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. 

*He’ll just return it in kind*

bondsofbrotherhood:

*Literally just. Smiles at him*

*AND THEN FUCKING PUNCHES HIM WHAT AN ASSHOLE GWYN IS*

Then what the fuck are you doing here?

*THAT CAUGHT HIM OFF GUARD WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK???? HELLO?*

*He stumbles to the side, shocked more than anything else*

*Then the pain sets in and he HOLDS HIS CHEEK LIKE??? LOOKS AT GWYN WITH SO MUCH??>*

What the fuck?