this is adolescence
good omens, pg-13, adam/pepper, brian/wensleydale.
Disclaimer: Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett created the characters and own them. I make no profit.
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These teenage boys, these alcopops between their fingers, this girl with the skirt too short for one of the boys and the other ones don't care, don't care, don't care.
Tap your fingers to the music, feel it flow flow flow and Adam bobs his head, up and down, up and down and Pepper giggles, drunk and happy and pretty and really pretty, she's relaxed and it's so good.
Summer is upon them, they drive their bikes to the beach and there are loads of other kids, loads of them but they just hang out amongst themselves, not caring, never caring.
Brian likes rock music and Wensleydale agrees, agrees a lot with Brian, nowadays, sort of needs Brian to be there because Adam is unreliable and Pepper could kick the crap out of him even now.
Adam talks loudly, too loudly, about his parents, wants a telephone, figures he could ask Anathema, Newt might know something about mobile phones, they're the latest.
Wensleydale passes out first, Brian tucking himself as his pillow, a moment later they're both fast asleep and the sun is rising. It's spring and Pepper's found flowers. Real ones, yellow, cheesy, silly and she tucks one behind Adam's ear and that, right there, is what God must've felt like when he created the universe.
Perfection.