Hi All...New story time. I am all about Stug at the moment so I decided to write a little bit from his point of view. Plus I'm American so I think writing him sounds more authentic than trying to write Ste or Brendan. Any way this is just a little prolog. Hope you all like it. Oh and Brendan will be around, I promise! Thanks Cory

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Doug walked out of the airport, into the cold breeze and for the first time in years he finally felt like he was home. He don't know if it was the intrinsic smells of the city, like hotdogs or a slight whiff of garbage or if it was the sight of thousands of people walking around not paying mind to anyone else, just going about their daily lives but whatever it was Doug finally felt like he could breath again.

It was ironic really, he had spent more time living abroad than he had here but there is something about New York City that still had his heart.

He loved the noise of the city, even after living in a quiet town like Hollyoaks for so many years; He still love the sound of nothing quieting, the constant chatter. Even at this ungodly hour he could still here the assorted sounds of the city.

He had always been the type of person who needed the noise because without it, he spent too much time to sit inside my head. But the sounds of car alarms and horns and some lady yelling at her old man were occupying that space now.

Doug hailed a cab outside of the airport whistling and gesturing, no one even giving him a second glance. He gave the driver the address and sat back wondering what the hell he was doing.

Even though he hadn't been there for almost 7 years, he still knew the way like the back of my hand and as he passed building after building the anticipation inside him grew.

He really hadn't a clue what he was going to say when he got there. 'Hiya' or 'Hey long time no see' didn't seem appropriate. It wasn't like he had booked some family vacation to his hometown, to go and see the folks, like some planned out holiday getaway.

After it all happened, he ran as fast as he could to get the bus, booked the first flight to New York and was now taking a rather long taxi ride at 4 o'clock at the morning to see someone who he hadn't spoken to in a very long time.

When the cab stopped in front of the white house with the bright red door, he reluctantly got out. He really hadn't thought this through. Less than forty eight hours ago he was in Hollyoaks with his boyfriend of five years proposing that they take their relationship to the next step, now he was stood in front of this bright red door with his life turned completely upside down.

He rang the doorbell a few times ensuring that the occupant inside would wake up from the intrusion and when the outside light finally turned on, he knew that there was no turning back. He was here and soon he would be face to face with his past.

The door opens quickly, forcing him to take a step back and two blues eyes stared back at him mouth wide open and a look of pure shock on his face.

"Doug. W-what are you doing here?"

He stepped forward extending his hand out to this relative stranger, only he wasn't a stranger. "Um…Hi Brad."


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