The young woman slide her hands into the curly haired boy as the bassist introduced them his new girlfriend. She looked down when he put his arm around the new comer's waist. This situation was pissing the curly haired boy off. He squeezed a little harder the young woman's hand; she rose her head and looked deeply in his blue eyes. She knew she was being ridiculous, but it didn't change a thing. So she decided to bear the bassist's glaze, she quickly saluted the new comer and kissed the curly-haired-boy's cheek. Few minutes later she was gone. No she wasn't running away, but if the bassist wanted to play, she too was going to show what she was capable of.
Maybe they all needed that, to believe in something as every believes they could have had in their short lives suddenly became wrong. Therefore he held her tight in his arms, told her that everything was going to be alright. Yes, he was lying, she knew that. But she wanted to believe in it. She wanted to believe that there was some hope for them. She wanted to believe in them.
Chapter one.
The young Fletcher woke up slowly, the rays of the suns were passing through his half opened curtains and were hitting his face with softness. He crawled out of his blanket, and didn't even take the time to put on something else beside the bower he was already wearing. He walked down the stairs, almost fell over few times since he was still in a haze. As usual, Harold was already waiting for him in the kitchen.
As soon as the curly haired showed up in the kitchen, she rose and ran into his arms, making him laugh out loud. He only had to enter into a room for her to be automatically mesmerized by him. But soon enough she went back to Thomas, who suddenly thought that the morning he was wishing to pass quietly like a couch potato was going to be turned into something else. And few minutes later, instead of being casually sitting in his living room, he was putting on his shoes to go after the blond girl who had begun to prepare some snowball to throw on him.
He ran toward her and made her fall. They rolled on the grass and were quickly covered by snow. Thomas was running after the young woman across the garden as she was calling her brother as a backup. It's at this moment that Douglas was walking out his girlfriend. She haughtily looked down on the two blond haired. She pointed out to the bassist how childish they were looking, he didn't answer but kept smiling. If only she knew how Thomas was more mature than he was. But as soon as she started to criticize the blond girl, Douglas gave her a dark look
Once she left, he didn't wait to be prayed to and joined his friends, ganging up with Thomas to the blond girl who was once again calling her brother. Daniel walked outside on the porch and hesitated few seconds before quickly going back in the house. The blond declared the fight unfair and rushed after Daniel in the heat before Douglas had the chance to thrown an umpteenth snowball on her. After having quickly changer her clothes, she sat on the carpet in front of the television set, against Daniel's legs.
Once again, they were watching a soccer game, Chelsea versus Manchester. Harold was looking as them, smiling, since always they had this chemistry. It was thanks to her that they met eight years before. Then the two boys introduced themselves to Thomas who was building up a band and was looking for musicians. Harold and Daniel were taken, as Douglas was even if he only was fifteen at the time. Since then they were inseparable.
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Douglas had once again brought Frankie home. No one could actually bear her, but they were all faking it for the youngest. But it was too much for the blond girl. She decided to react, to test him. She rushed out of the living room, hitting Thomas on her way out, leaving him speechless because of her bad mood. Frankie couldn't help but smile, she didn't like the girl, and it had become obvious for the boys. Daniel knew exactly what was going on in the blonde's mind. She was attracted by the bassist, who didn't seem to be indifferent either to her.
But it existed one and only rule among the band, it was forbidden to go out with the sister of one of the members, even if she was truly adorable. But it didn't seem to annoy the girl who was used to break the rules. She may regret it this time though, if her plan worked, Douglas would realize the supposed feelings he was thought to have for her. The only real problem was her brother, he'd never accept the two of them to be together.
Thomas questioned quickly Daniel by looking at him, the later turned his head toward Douglas and then looked right back at the blond guy who made a sign telling he had understood. Daniel knew how important Douglas was to her, yon was always there for her when she needed him. But little by little, he untied himself from her and was being more and more distant. And she was afraid of losing him. She was fifteen too when he joined the band, and to be the two youngest obviously made them bond. She sighed an umpteenth time as she looked what time it was. She had left home more than five hours ago, but didn't want to go back. She once again stared at the sun which was setting and which gave the cloudy sky beautiful orange-ish colors. She liked this place a lot, quit and derelict. Just like her.
The old bridge was jutting out over abandoned rails over which Nature had already taken her right back. She slowly climbed on the rusty fence. One false step and she could fall over, and will only stop as she would hit the ground fifteen meters beneath. No she hadn't suicidal tendencies, not at all. She loved to live more than anyone else. But she just had the need to feel alive. A weird feeling she could never share with her brother, who was already worrying too much for her. She jumped off the fence to come back on the bridge, deserted, as usual.
The wind had risen and she was shivering cold. She walked back toward more animated streets of London. When she finally arrived at her place, Douglas wasn't there yet. He was hanging out with Frankie once again of course. "Stop thinking about him kid." Tom. She turned around and smiled before answering "Stop calling me a kid Thomas." She ticked her tongue out to provoke him and left running, knowing full well that he would go after her. Which he obviously did of course, he hugged her in his arms and kissed her cheek. "He doesn't deserve you, you know." She nodded, engrossed in her thoughts. "And you know what would say your brother, forget him before it is too late." She knew that. But maybe it was already too late.
Douglas came home pretty late that one night, they were all sleeping for quite a while when he walked up the stairs. He had spent a nice evening; Frankie was nice, in her own way. And he was beginning to get attached to her. Against his will, he stopped in front of the girl's bedroom and smiled as he looked at her peaceful face lighted intermittently by the colorless glow of the moon which had risen above London.