Had to write our boys again, I seriously miss them too much not too.
This is a random story I came up with, this first chapter a tester really to see if anyone likes the plot first and I thought I'd try a chapter fic again. Cannon/Non cannon. Rated M for later chapters.
Cheryl asks old college friend Ste to house sit her home in Dublin while she's away, unaware that her brother Brendan plans to use it on a last minute holiday too.
A Forever Kind Of Love.
London
Warren stood against a wall in a three-story townhouse. It belonged to Simon who had been a detective a few years. They'd met through college and the least likely friendship had formed between them. They couldn't be more different, sticking together even after they'd left to pursue careers, jobs and lives. Warren became a nightclub owner and through that he went on to meet Brendan who had traveled from Ireland to invest in properties in the UK.
Leaving his life and sister Cheryl behind in Ireland he made the journey across to England to jump on the property market. Taking a keen eye on the nightclub scene had invested in a few places. Over the years that past by they got together once a year for a lads holiday, none of them had settled down, having on off relationships thanks to busy work loads and no desire to tie themselves down.
Brendan arrived within half hour of Warren as Simon gestured through the lobby and into his over sized home. Brendan walked tall and handsome in his skin-tight suit that enhanced everything, thoughtfully leaving nothing to the imagination. Warren shook his head when he walked in, he himself opting for jeans and a comfy top; suits had never really done anything for him.
Brendan strode over to the drinks cabinet before pointing to it capturing Simon's gaze.
"Oh sure help yourself why don't'cha?"
Brendan grinned and bit hard down against the chewing gum in his mouth before pouring a glass of whiskey. Arms rippling a wonderfully defined muscular shape he congregated them across his chest and rimmed the brown liquid against the glass he held looking between his friends in turn.
Warren cleared his throat. "It's that time of year again, ready to have fun?"
"This will be the third year we've done this together, this now makes our lads holidays a 'thing'" Simon thought aloud thumbing over his work photo I.D. before pocketing it. He looked up at his friends, Warren being the only one relaxed, sitting back into one of the two sofas in the room. Brendan continued to stand there with an unreadable face, his thoughts always a secret to the world.
"Fun? A lads holiday away fun?" Brendan drawled and sat down on the arm of the sofa hard "Ye two are crazy"
"Oh that's right" Warren delighted in his knowledge, Brendan threw him a quick look of warning, but that never stopped his blase attitude.
"Look, just because you and your fancy fella fell out, no need to take it out on us" Warren gestured towards Brendan who flashed his callous eyes up at him before taking a longer than needed draw of breath.
"I ain't never had a fancy fella Foxy" He wasn't fancy at all, he was a bloke he'd picked up in a bar, and yes they'd shagged more than once so in his friends eyes that meant they were an item. Nothing further from the truth, Brendan didn't do commitment.
"Look it didn't work out, no matter Brady. We'll hook ya up with a fit bloke on this trip, right Simon?" Warren winked as Brendan angled his head to one side chewing his gum almost melodically. His smile delicious watching Warren form a slight kind of gulp over it.
"Now, now lads, let's all be friends. We could do with getting away, and let's face it we aren't getting any younger right?" Simon tried to diffuse the tension quickly.
"Speak for yourself, I am in peak physical shape I thank you" Warren flexed his non-existent muscles inciting a confidence in Brendan. He himself was in good shape hitting the gym whenever he had the spare time.
"Okay, where are we going to?" Brendan shrugged in defeat, he could do with some time off in hindsight, somewhere hot maybe.
"What about Ireland? Dublin is particularly nice this time of year" Simon hinted exchanging a sheepish grin with Warren.
Brendan thought for a moment and looked at the two pair of eyes that practically bore into his face. "Why do I get the feeling I've been brought here under false pretenses? Ye two plan this?"
"Look we've always wanted to go, you said yourself it's a great place. Didn't you also say your sister lives there?" Warren asked curiously.
"My sister is out of bounds ye got that?"
Simon huffed "God, fine! We'll go somewhere in the UK then."
Feeling his fingers around the bridge of his nose Brendan shook his head at the pair of them. Then he remembered Cheryl saying she was going away. "Chez has a property over there, I suppose we could stay there. It is a townhouse like this, overlooking The Liffey." Brendan fingered around the room.
"Sooo, plenty of room for us lot then!" Simon smiled thumbs up. "Do we need to tell her before we turn up?"
"It's okay, She's away for a while so the place will be empty."
Chester
Ste raced quickly down the corridors, angling his hips around the many people trying to pass through his erratic movements. Strange faces were pulled at him and certain words spoke in frustration as he weaved like a pro on his nimble feet. He wasn't listening to them; he was in a rush and that towered above all else right now.
In the distance he could see a gathering, a crowd of fellow students he knew as friends and his face simmered from being out of breath to relief gaining on them. The floor slippy underfoot thanks to the cleaner buffing the wooden floor a zealous sparkle had him stopping with a glide as his hands settled on tall shoulders.
Ste grinned when the pretty lady turned to look at him with a shake of her head.
"You're late" She smirked and then pointed to the board covering the wall and everyone stretching their necks to read.
"No I'm not, I'm on time" Ste glanced at his watch "My time at least"
Ste barged a little to get to the notice board and fingered along the names on the many pieces of paper. His friend raised her voice and parted the crowd sufficiently to walk through and stand next to him.
"There" She spoke eyes raised in question. "How could there be any other outcome huh?" Her smile warmed Ste who still double-checked his name was in fact there. It was, he'd passed with honours and then some. Ste was happy because he'd worked his arse off to get to where he was now.
Many years earlier he'd left his home life to attend college and do a catering course. He'd found out cooking was something he liked to do, home life being that of a constant wonder when there'd even be food to eat, the scraps his mum did sometimes buy left him to make up his own concoctions. That and his friend Tony who gave him a weekend job in his restaurant, the thought of college never once occurred to him till he'd sent off the application and left him no alternative.
Once there he'd met Anne, a feisty girl who took no nonsense from anyone, and was a hit with the boys too. They had shared a dorm and became such firm friends quickly. Ste sighed heavy and let Anne wrangle her arm enough to interlock them together. Her head rested against his. "I wasn't sure Anne, I mean yeah I've worked for it, and wow, I am so glad it's paid off"
"Are we gonna go out and get pissed now?" Anne giggled as they moved down the corridor, which has suddenly become empty. Ste frowned looking around before widening his eyes. He then looked at his friend glowing with their results equally and had an idea.
"You know what we should do?" Ste stopped and pondered in thought, Anne still beaming stopped to look behind her and Ste's mind working overtime.
"Go on, what's your idea?"
"A holiday!"
"Oh yeah nice thought love, just one problem, we are skint!"
They made it back to the dorm and moved to their rooms. Ste sat down on his bed and pondered a while, he'd done what he'd come here to achieve, and that was great and all, but now what? He was unsure of what is meant to happen next. Plus he really was skint as Anne had pointed out. Ste laid like an angel on the bed, arms wide at his sides concentrating on the ceiling above him. Ste's eyes began to droop slightly before his phone rang suddenly making him jump. A friend he'd made a long time ago was on the other end and he instantly brightened at her call.
"Ste?"
"Chez?! I can't believe…"
"Have ye got your laptop handy babe?" Cheryl's voice gushed into the phone. Ste moved to lean across his bed and along to the desk and grabbed his computer before flopping back on the bed legs crossed.
"Yeah why? Webchat?"
"Yeah hun, see ye in a min" The line cut out and Ste tossed his mobile on the duvet, opening his computer clicking to accept the video call off his old friend.
Ste grinned wide and waved at her "Hiya! Ya look fab. How are you?"
"Steee! Oh my god ye look great too! I'm good love, how did it go today?"
"I passed!"
"Aarrgghh! I knew it! Oh my god babe I am made up for ye. So what now then? Party all night?" Cheryl laughed and winked at Ste who beamed with a slight blush.
"Well, I came up with the idea of a holiday to celebrate, but if I'm honest I couldn't afford one could I? And I dunno if Tony would let me have more time off" Ste shrugged and played with the keyboard sending Cheryl random emojis and stupid videos with one click.
"Ste! I can't believe it; we could help each other out! See, I have this huge house in Ireland see, and I need someone to look after it till I get back from a business trip. It's located in the heart of Dublin, right in the town center, you'll love the night life babe"
Ste nibbled at his bottom lip, the amount of times they'd discussed him visiting Ireland the time Cheryl met him at college. He'd never had the chance and after she'd left he missed her loads. Only conversing through calls occasionally. "Wow Chez, seriously? Sounds amazing, I'd love to! Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah of course! It's the perfect solution. Ye can use the day to look around Dublin, have a holiday, and I will throw in my car too as I wont need it."
"Can I bring a friend? D'ya remember Anne? Will you be back in time for us to get together, it's been too long"
"Sure love, bring who ye like. I'm just going on a business trip to London, and to see my brother too. He doesn't know yet, gonna surprise him"
Ste flicked his eyes up to the screen "I always remember you mentioning him, what's he up to now?"
"God knows love; he moved to London and invested in some nightclubs. Don't see him much to be honest, workaholic. Maybe ye will meet him one day."
"Maybe." Ste was interrupted when a shy knock came at his door and creaked open. Anne smiled as she strode with a sway to his bed. bumping him up out of the way. Ste slid up the duvet with a scoff.
"Oh Hiya Chez!" Anne grinned placing her face right up to the web cam. Cheryl giggled batting her hand at the screen.
"Jesus Anne, not so close next time! Ste love, I am gonna go. Ye have a think about my idea okay? Love ye babe"
"Love ya too Chez, bye" Ste closed down his laptop and looked back at Anne.
"You alright Ste?" Anne's legs crossed as she angled to look at her friend seemingly not himself.
"Hmm" Ste nodded as he answered, "I was Just thinking what happens now y'know? It's not like I have a job is it? Or a flat come to think of it"
"Don't worry about it okay? We can find a place together, that will help with the rent, and I bet Tony will be itching to have his protégé back, and maybe will offer you a full time job?"
Anne thumbed at his laptop "What did Cheryl want?"
"Oh you wont believe it. Only offered me a free holiday in Dublin. All I have to do is house sit in return." Ste grinned, "Wanna go?"
Anne practically leapt up on the bed and in her excitement almost sending Ste flying off the small corner of the bed he was clinging too. "Of course! Can you imagine the fun we'd have? You are gonna agree, right?"
"You keep him occupied and I'll 'borrow' his car"
It hadn't taken much persuasion to agree to Cheryl's idea. The thought of a free holiday was always a good thing. All they needed was a ride to the airport.
Ste crept with Anne to the outside of the restaurant where Tony was taking orders. Ste was going to ask Tony but his nerve kept slipping away. In the end Anne took matters into her own hands and barged into the restaurant. Tony took a double look and Ste edged his way in at the side of her with a thin smile gracing his lips.
Tony raised his eyebrows and folded his arms, it was like the man always knew something was going on, or something was gonna be asked of him.
"Answers no Ste" Tony walked away into the kitchen while listening to the wines coming out of his friends' mouths.
"Come on Tone, it's just to go to the airport I swear. An we will pay for petrol and that."
"Wait…you wanna borrow my car? Hahaha. Oh ya crack me up Ste, good try though" Tony wiped the tear of hilarity from his eyes before chopping up more onions. Ste sighed heavy and Anne was determined.
"Ste's been asked to house sit in Dublin yeah? Amazing opportunity. We just need the car to get us to the airport, can't afford a taxi, Come on Tony, have you never been spontaneous?" Anne tried to convince the restaurant owner, but he didn't seem to be budging.
"And another thing, you know, new place, new people. Ste could meet a nice man over there, you wouldn't begrudge him some happiness now would you?"
Tony stopped chopping to focus on Ste and the blush that formed over his cheeks; a sure sign his thoughts had a major effect on his emotions. Tony cared deeply for Ste and knew about his childhood being a time that brought much sadness to his life. Seeing the lad smile and look one ounce happy made his heart swell. As he found the keys and dragged them up he hardened his stare a little.
"Drive slow, like crazy slow. Remember to use the breaks and for god sake watch the paintwork yeah? Just had it sprayed"
Anne pulled the keys into her long nailed fingers and squealed throwing herself at Tony and kissing a deep red lipstick imprint onto his cheek. Tony blushed under the gesture and told them to get out of his kitchen before he changed his mind. Ste rushed at him and kissed the other cheek with a high hum and a laugh as Tony pushed him away flapping his arms with impatience.
"Thanks Toneh! I love ya!" Ste grinned and felt Anne drag him away.
Tony beamed smugly as he continued to chop the onions brushing a tear off his cheek he stopped again as a realisation hit him suddenly. "Hang on…who's gonna drive the car back? STE!"
Rushing to the car quickly the pair boomed with laughter. Once comfy in the car Anne took the wheel and turned to look at Ste. "You ready for this?"
"I dunno…yes and no…" Ste's nerves butterfly winged at his tummy in earnest. "You think I will meet a fitty on our travels?"
"I have a feeling love, this trip will be your best yet"
"I doubt anyone will be interested in me though Anne" Ste twiddled with the radio as they set off out of the village.
"Bollocks"
"Hey language!"
"Weeeel, as if, you're gorgeous Ste" Anne checked her makeup in the mirror applying more lippy.
"Nah I ain't" Ste sheepishly glanced his eyes at Anne who winked.
"You'll see. You got your passport?"
"Yup"
As promised Cheryl had made sure Ste had a car when he'd arrived at Dublin airport, his bag swung around off his shoulder heavy and fell into the boot along side Anne's. They looked at each other with grins plastered to their faces.
The clouds hung heavy in the sky but it was no matter because it was a pleasant late morning in the heart of Dublin as they drove through it. So many places they wanted to stop at and see, together they chatted away the time about what they'd do and where they'd go.
Adopting a carefree attitude to this lucky break away they took it in turns at the wheel on the car journey. After a quick stop Anne took over the driving as Ste took care of the tunes that blasted out of the car thanks to the ingenious invention that is convertible.
"Anne, where are we?" Ste hummed against the breeze through his soft hair, taking in the idyllic countryside. "This is nice but…the house is in town, right?"
Anne swallowed the lump in her throat; she had no clue where they were. The journey at first seemed to be going okay, stopping to ask passers by for directions. Only snag is when you ask different people chances are they'll give different directions and unfortunately for Ste and Anne that's precisely what happened.
The country lanes were narrow and curvy; the oncoming traffic seemed to speed at them too, which made the ride even more uncomfortable. They'd given up ever finding the place they searched for and Ste had to fight really hard to suppress his disappointment. Anne probably already knew anyway, his face spoke a thousand words.
A pub suddenly appeared like a mirage for them as they came to the end of the world's longest road. Anne parked up in the car park and pulled the hand break on with a jolt.
"Pub lunch then? And then we can get directions to this invisible house too"
Ste agreed and exited the car into the warm sunshine. Gazing around he took in the surrounding area and its lush green colours. It was a lovely sight not unlike an oil painting; serenity all around Ste didn't feel as bad as he did with this view. They had something to eat, or at least Anne did, Ste lost his appetite half way through and as Anne went off to play some pool with the locals Ste sat at the bar with his drink. The barman flung his tee towel over his shoulder and leaned down to look at Ste.
"Hiya, you're not from around these parts huh?"
"No, came from Chester. Trying to find a house near the Ha'Penny bridge?, Here's the address." Ste showed the barman "Don't suppose you know the way?"
"Yeah I know the place. It's actually not too far away from here." The man rubbed the bar clean as he spoke, the area beginning to empty as people finished their lunches. Anne was over in the corner continuing to charm some of the locals, her flair and persona lighting up the room. Ste smiled watching her.
The barman gripped a piece of paper before scribbling directions onto it. The young man passed it over to Ste who was more than relieved.
"Thank you. God knows where we'd have ended up" Ste jumped down off the barstool.
"Ye not staying for a drink then? Shame that is"
Ste glanced back at him with a smirk, there was no denying the man was easy on the eye. "Can't, we really need to find this house"
"Staying in Dublin long? Only, I live local and we could bump into each other again, maybe?"
"Maybe we will" Ste backed off towards Anne feeling a little flushed he grabbed out for her arm as if in need of support.
Anne has spun on her axis as Ste yanked her cue still in hand out of the pub. Closely followed by one of the locals who snatched the cue back from her before leaving them both to it.
"Jesus, where's the fire Ste? I was bloody winning then too!"
"More like your cleavage was winning Anne" Ste rolled his eyes as she hitched up her low hung dress with a wriggle. Anne stood arms folded watching Ste jump into the drivers seat. Her hand curled around the handle opening up the passenger side and angled her head down to meet Ste's frantic movements.
"I think the guy at the bar was hitting on me." Ste started up the engine and then gripped the steering wheel.
"Erm, then why the hell you sat in here? Get back in there!" Anne sat down in the car slamming her door shut before practically throwing herself over Ste trying to open his door.
"No! He didn't really do it for me" a fit of giggles descended the car as he drove off away from the pub.
"What does 'do' it for you then?" Anne's interest piqued as Ste kept alternating his look from the road to the fact she'd turned completely on her side to face him. Ste wasn't even sure because he'd never been in a relationship with a man before. His attraction had built up over the years but shy in nature stopped him from ever pursuing any suitors.
Anne wanted to change that for her friend though, her face said it all and Ste was worried just how he'd ever recover from the holiday they were about to have. Lucky for him, the directions they'd been given were correct and pulling up to the huge property was a relief. The Liffey stretched out the entire length of the road they traveled. Both of them took in the sight of it with a constant glow of smiles and discussion about its beauty.
The car door shut with a click and Ste rounded the car to the boot lifting both their bags from it. His neck elongated looking up at the white washed walls of the townhouse. They looked at each other and then bounded up to the house, Ste turned over a plant pot that hid the key for the lock, opening up the home they'd be stopping in.
Anne rushed up the stairs to the first floor shouting to Ste to follow her. They stood on the landing and looked up high to the further floors above them.
"How big is this place?"
"It's got four bedrooms, so I'm guessing…big" Ste pointed to the next floor "I'm going up to the top floor okay?"
Anne nodded walking into the bedroom she'd christened her own leaving Ste to climb the rest of the flight of steps. He had the best room in the house, easily. Attic space kitted out the full size of the building. Large bed at the end and a few large sky light windows letting in a beam of sunlight stripes along the fluffy carpet.
Ste shook his head and dropped his bag heavy on to the ground. Looking out of one of the windows The Liffey sparkled with the rays of the sun as the water rippled along. It was a lovely serine sight and Ste knew with a content sigh he could stare for hours at the view.
Above him the bluest sky blanketed as far as he could see, wispy white clouds moved slender across the silk of it, travelling with the small hint of breeze. There was a magic about the place Ste couldn't fathom, it seemed to linger inside his heart. As he looked out through his long lashed blue eyes, a bridge in the distance caught his vision, many people crossing over, it had a constant sparkle to it too, like it was covered in diamonds that captured all light traces. Curious he wanted to go and look at why it shone that way, different to any other bridge he's seen.
Anne broke his thinking as she yelled to him on her way up through the house, her high heels climbing each step precariously as she made her way into the cool attic space.
"Wow, this is ace" Anne smiled "Wanna swap?" She walked over to one of the long windows that arched against the roof.
"Not on ya life. It's perfect!"
"It's kitted out for a bloke, don't you think that's odd?" Anne summarised looking around it's deep reds and blacks. Ste hadn't thought much on it till he looked again, she was right. The black metal king size bed was adorn with a moustashe duvet cover that he moved over to and gripped a hold of raising his eyebrow to Anne who shrugged in return.
"Don't like moustashes me" Ste commented idily straightening out the sheet smooth again.
"You not? What about stubble? Come on Ste ya gotta have some hair on ya bloke, burns when ya kiss" Anne hummed at her thoughts.
"Anne, please!"
"Oh come off it, you'd love it."
Anne's arm quickly tucked against Ste's "Let's go to a club yeah? Let our hair down, and get you laid huh?" Anne winked to reiterate her words as Ste blossomed into a fiery red that burnt along his cheeks.
He'd never really met anyone before so shied away from relationships. Anne was the first he'd told, and of course her support was fierce practically gushing about going out together meeting guys. He wasn't ready and used his studying as an excuse to avoid it at all costs.
Now though, he'd succeeded and with that pride and achievement came a new confidence. He wanted to go out have fun and who knows meet a guy who'd sweep him off his feet. Ste realised he'd been away with the fairies as he turned to look at Anne and noted her delicious smile.
"Oh look at you, gagging for it, right we are definitely off out tonight and we are gonna find you a proper hunk of a man!"
"Wait, I've never…you know. An I am nervous about it" Anne loosed Ste's grip from her arm to look at him tentatively.
"Hey, do you honestly think I'd let anyone hurt you? You don't have to do anything you don't want, and besides, it's just a bit of fun. It's not like you're gonna fall in love eh?"
"God no" Ste scoffed at her words. As if.
Anne was then up and raiding Ste's bag before he even had time to think, clothes being flung at him with speed. If he didn't love her so much he'd have kicked Anne out at the mess she was making of the room, jumping up to prevent her throwing footwear next he held his hand on her shoulder and frogmarched her towards the staircase.
"But…but…I need to help ya find…"
"Get out ya pain in the ass! I will find something, you go put a sexy dress on and let me know when you're ready. It'll take ya goodness knows how many hours to get changed anyway" Ste jokingly pushed her out of his room dismissing her. Anne pretended to sulk and be offended, but the beam on her mouth told Ste otherwise.
"Why do we have to go in your car?" Warren put the last case into the large BMW and slammed the boot shut before climbing into the back seat with Simon. Brendan adjusted his rear view mirror momentarily to stare at him.
"My car is bigger, posher and we know it'll get us from A to B no problem. Yours is a sports car with one bloody seat in it!"
"Now hang on, it has four seats! They're just really cramped"
"There's not much boot space though is there?" Simon butted into the converse with a valid point, the boot was where the engine should be and in fairness couldn't house a cat let alone a suitcase. Warren opened his mouth to argue but there was little room for it.
Brendan switched on the radio and shifted into gear before setting off for Dover. The sat nav giving directions in a sultry female voice that had him wanting to throttle the volume when she bare faced got the wrong directions and sent them to dead ends or petrol stations in the middle of nowhere.
It took them an hour and half to reach the destination and Brendan was ready to stretch his legs out once they'd boarded the ferry to Dublin. He leaned over the railings of the large vessel and watched the sea splash against the sides as it glided through the water like a knife in butter.
He was happy to be going because he wanted to see his sister again, and turning to look back to his friends bringing him a drink over he knew they'd have a good trip away. They always had done in the past, even if he couldn't always remember everything they got up too.
Inside his jacket pocket that lay on the passenger side of his car, his mobile phone continuously flashed as Cheryl tried to reach her brother to tell him the news she was in London to see him. In his hand a spare set of keys he had for her house in Dublin, they rolled around his fingers and jangled shining in the dwindling daylight of the late afternoon.
"Be careful Brady, ya might lose those" Warren pointed out taking a large gulp of his warm coffee. He stood at the railings and took in the sea for himself.
Brendan shoved the keys into his trouser pocket and hummed in agreement, seemilngly miles away in thought.
"What happened then?" Warren caught Brendan's eye momentarily before he was quickly ignored again for the soothing sights of the horizon.
"Don't know what ye mean Foxy"
"You liked him didn't ya? Vinnie wasn't it? Look I have known you a while now, and best mates we ain't, but a mate nonetheless"
"Thank ye Foxy, made me feel all fuzzy inside" Brendan slapped Warren hard on the back making the last gulp of his coffee struggle down his throat.
"Thanks for that" Warren turned and leaned back on his elbows against the white sides. "He wasn't right for ya. And I bet you will find someone better in Dublin"
"I ain't interested Foxy. And for your information…not that it's any of your business Vinnie meant nothing" Brendan swallowed rounding his head back to the sea. It wasn't a complete lie, although he and the younger boy had got on well. Things hadn't worked out and Brendan being the way he was just got on with it.
He didn't tell him, and probably never would, but Brendan appreciated Warren's concern for him. They were friends and deep down he new Warren expected the shortness of temper that always surfaced at times of emotion or feelings of any kind. Brendan had never allowed himself to fall in love or have feelings for anyone, that wasn't gonna change anytime soon.
Simon interrupted them as they finally made Dublin port. Driving through the streets came easy to Brendan, knowing the place like the back of his hand, getting to the house was easy. He frowned slightly seeing Cheryl's car parked outside, struggling to find space for his own. He shifted out of gear and stared through the rear view mirror at her car.
"Maybe she left it and is hiring a car there? Where is your sister going anyway?" Simon asked looking back at the car that suddenly seemed to fascinate the lot of them.
Brendan pursed his lips, Cheryl hadn't divulged the whereabouts of her holiday to him, and without that knowledge he was at a loss. Brendan flung his jacket over his arm to exit the car with the others. Locking it up with a few beeps after they'd retrieved their luggage.
"It's odd she'd leave it here, I thought Chez would have left it at the airport ye know?" Brendan breathed loudly with his thoughts, Simon eventually pulling him in the direction of the house.
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