AN: This is my first fic so if it isn't that great try not to rip me apart. Chapters will get longer once the story builds momentum.
This Is England.
"We will be landing shortly, please secure your seatbelt. We hope you have had a nice flight." Roxas glared at the speaker, willing it to erupt in flames.
"We're moving to England", those were the exact words my brother, Cloud, had said to me one month earlier. Stupid jerk, I thought. I had just turned 16 and was at a time in my life where I was comfortable. Nice friends at a nice school in the beautiful suburban America. I lived in a detached house with my 18 year old brother. If only they hadn't discovered we had a grandparent living in England. Cloud said that because he was going to college, someone would need to look after me. Utter crap in my opinion, but according to my brother "Your opinion isn't valid" .
On my left, Cloud was still peacefully dozing , in what seemed, a really awkward position. And on my right, a fat guy who refused to stop stuffing his face. I sighed as a show of protest. I hated aeroplanes with passion. The slow queues, the uncomfortable seats, the crowd, the... well, that was pretty much it. But I hated it all the same.
"Cheer up, Roxas! If I didn't know you I'd have thought you could smell something really bad. You might England." Oh joy, my beloved brother was finally up. "Seriously Rox it'll be great, we'll meet loads of new people. I mean, there might even be hot girls..." He then started rambling about how he would have a romance with an English girl and how 'it will be great' I pretty much zoned out at this point. Apparently, I didn't share the same enthusiasm as my brother. "Come on! If you smile I'll buy you something?" Cloud burst into hysterics as I forced out a smile. "You look deranged"
"Shut up jerk", I hissed at him.
"Yeah, yeah, just cheer up Rox, alright?" he stated.
I stared at him, then genuinely smiled and let out a hum of agreement. England, here I fucking come.
2 hours later,
When we arrived at my grandfathers house, it wasn't exactly what I expected. It was a terraced house, with a small Victorian styled garden out front. The building was brick, with white windows and a pale pink rose plant that had grown to wrap around the windows and door. It was all very quaint.
My grandfather, Ansem, answered the door and hugged us. "Ah, hello Cloud, Roxas. How are you?" He asked. "It's so lovely to have you here." His voice was very... English.
"It's a pleasure to be here, thanks for letting us stay"
"Don't worry about it, I'll show you around"
As we walked through the house, I noted all the odd things Ansem seemed to have lying around. Various old books and vinyl records lay strewn amongst things he must have picked up sometime during his life. Tribal masks and weapons were hung up on the walls. I smiled as I looked at the posters adorned on the walls. "Keep Calm And Carry On". Typical. There were others too 'Oasis', 'Arctic Monkeys', 'The Smiths', 'Joy division'.
On the second floor there was a large bathroom, two bedrooms and a home office which looked out onto the long garden.
When we finally reached my room on the third floor, an attic which had been converted into a loft, I was left to put my things away. A double bed in the middle took up most of the space, but there was still plenty of room for storage and a desk.
About halfway through unpacking my things I heard Cloud shouting that dinner was ready and headed downstairs. "So are you boys ready for school?"
"Yeah, Roxas starts on Monday because he's joining late. But I go to college in two weeks, when the new term starts." Cloud said excitedly with his mouth full. I laughed while Ansem gave him a look that probably meant 'wow, my grandson is a moron'. Except they don't say moron here, do they?
"Well, good luck to both of you. And don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."
"Night" we both called in unison.
Monday had come way too fast. I had been dreading it ever since I realised I would know absolutely no-one at this school. I was currently sitting silently in the front of Ansem's car, being driven to School by Cloud. As we neared, I could see various students walking in. I wondered what kind of cliques they'll have here.
As soon as we arrived I got out of the car in silence, my heart pounding, threatening to burst out of my chest. See, your probably wondering why I'm panicking so much. It's because I'm not exactly a 'people-person', what ever the fuck that's supposed to mean.
"Cloud, I think I'm ill, maybe we should go home"
"Aha,you know that's not going to happen. You didn't even bother to put effort into that"
"I know, but where are we supposed to go?"
"You mean where are you supposed to go. I'm off, call me when you need me to pick you up."
"W-What? Clou-" The bastard was already driving off.
"Oi mate, you alright?" I turned to look at the boy who had just referred to me as 'mate'. "Shit kid, you look ready to commit bloody fucking murder."
This was not my day.