A/N: This is my first Hollyoaks story. It's only an attempt but if you like it please feel free to say so :)
Newt is my favourite character by far! And the Newt/Lauren storylines are always the best, in my eyes.
Of course there will be other characters included within this story, and maybe some completely new ones. So I hope you enjoy 'Guyliner and Converses'.
Disclaimer: If I owned Hollyoaks I wouldn't be writing about it, I'd be telling the directors to let me make babies with Newt.
Epilogue
'And no one is listening, I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking.'
- Something Corporate
With his knees bent to his chin, and his arms wrapped quite tightly around them, Barry Newton was tired. Tired of school, of studying, of the torment. At least he had her.
He outstretched his legs, both of his knees making a loud clicking sound. I really should exercise more. Surrounding him were papers and large textbooks. Mock GCSEs were soon approaching and he knew he had too do well. He gathered together books, closing each one with a loud slam. But I can stop for a couple of hours.
Leaving his room in black skinny jeans and a thin, long-sleeved grey top, Barry's (known as Newt) foster mother, Frankie Osborne, shook her head while she stood in the open kitchen drinking a mug of hot tea. As Newt started trying his converses, she jokingly scolded him, "Newt, you aren't planning on leaving this flat dressed like that?"
Despite his dark demeanor, Newt seemed to smile through is miserable forte, "Of course not Frankie." He grabbed his famous skull scarf, wrapping it tightly around his neck. Then he slipped on his thick, heavy 'Eskimo' coat. "Is it all better now?" He asked, cheekiness dripping from his question.
"Much, thanks love." Frankie grinned as her 15-year-old foster child. Newt opened the flat door, ready too leave, "say hello to Lauren for me!" Frankie called after him. Newt gestured he'd heard and gave her a thumbs up before he closed the door behind him.
Lauren was his only friend. His best friend. They liked the same films, TV shows and music and she didn't seem to mind his guyliner. Oddly, she found it rather attractive. But she never told Newt that! She was just as 'emo' as him, and he loved that about her.
As he jumped down the last three steps leading to the pub, The Dog – which Newt's foster family owned, Jack Osborne, his foster father, saw him from the storage room (A/N: Jack never faked his death). "Have fun with Lauren, son," Newt slowed down and nodded at him, before he hurried off, out the door that led to the pub. Jack's own son, Darren, called out to him as Newt help open the entrance to the pub for two elderly regulars. "Use a condom, Goth face."
Darren smirked until he was hit around the head with a multipacket of crisps, by his father. Newt smiled, showing his silver lip piercing. After the men had made it through the door, he cut quickly around them and swiftly walked to Lauren's house.
"Ah, 'ello Newt," a beautiful blonde let him in. "Hi Carmel is Lauren home?" He asked.
"Um, yes, she has been in her room all morning." But as soon as Newt had heard 'yes', he was already walking upstairs. "Thanks!" He called at Carmel. She sighed, grinned and rolled her eyes, falling back down on the arm chair and beginning to re-file her nails of which Newt had inturrupted.
Knock… knock. "Carmel, I told ya, I'm not hungry!" A girl's voice shouted. Newt sniggered, "it's me." He corrected her.
Lauren opened the door an inch, "you could have told me you were coming over, I'm not changed and I am studying."
"So…?" Newt puzzled, he pushed the door open and Lauren groaned. She sat back down on the floor in amongst all the revision books. Her light brown frizzy afro was much tamer and she was wearing little to no makeup. Not as much as she normally did. Her t-shirt read, 'Blink 182' in white lettering against a black background and her tee was baggy enough to reach her knees.
"I was wondering if I'd ever get that top back." Newt smiled at her. She avoided his eyes, "don't worry Lauren, I guess you just want too think about me all the time, don't you?" She threw a pillow nearby at him.
"Pfft, yeah right!" She said as if she was sickened at the thought then laughed and Newt joined in.
Yes, no, maybe? Up too you. But please tell me. Basically just an opening/epilogue.
- Alice ox.
