A.N. I'm Sick. Nice Opening Line, Right? But Anyways, Chyeahh. Since I Can't Go To School, Thought Id Catch Up On Writing. And After Watching "Stand By Me" Last Night, I'm In A Real "Teddy" Moment. By The Way, If You Need Someone To Compare The Taxi Driver To, I Was Thinking Along The Lines Of Tim Goodall, The Gay Reporter From Horne & Corden. So, Chyeahh XD.
I DON'T Own Stand By Me, Any Characters Or Plotlines You Recognise. Unfortunately XD.
Teddy Duchamp stuck his right arm out into the road, to catch a taxi. One pulled up, almost immediately, and the driver got out to help Teddy with his luggage, only to discover there was only a rucksack. He smiled brightly at Teddy, who couldn't help but glance at the man's outfit. He was wearing a candy-striped jacket with an extra long hood that came past his bum, the skinniest white jeans Teddy had ever come across (A.N. Just Noticed That - :P), and long black pvc boots. To Teddy, who came from a town where everyone looked the same, he looked like he belonged in a circus. And Teddy kinda liked that.
"Hiyaaaa! You alright, cock?" The drivers accent was intensely British, a proper good voice on him, mind. "Fine thanks," Teddy replied, half-heartedly. With every passing second, however, he appeared to be cheering up. Apparently, due to the presence of this ever-so-lovely-quite-clearly-very-camp man. "Ooh, you don't sound it. Rough day or sumfin?"
As Teddy took a moment to figure out exactly what this man meant by "Sumfin", the driver grabbed the rucksack with the hand that wasn't clutching the keys, and dropped it into the boot of the taxi. As he did so, Teddy noticed the driver had really nice hands. And not just his hands. The rest of him seemed pretty damn great, too. Teddy got into the back of the taxi, praying to god this wasn't the time for him to get a "man crush". Especially not on the first guy he claps his eyes on in England.
"Where to, then?" It was at this moment, Teddy had no idea where to go.
"Know any good hotels?"
"A few. Depends on your budget, like."
"Doesn't matter. Just the nearest one, I suppose."
"So what's your name, anyway?" Teddy looked up.
"Teddy. Teddy Duchamp." He loved saying that. It made him feel like Bond.
"Arr, Teddy, that's a nice name. Well, I'm Simon Wright. Everyone knows me. Everyone knows Simon! I'll give you three guesses why! Nah, I'm only yanking your tail. I'm not that bad, Christ almighty!" At this point he decided to burst into giggles. This Simon fellow could talk for England, Teddy thought, aptly thought so due to the fact that, well, that's where he was. He seemed like a nice guy, nonetheless.
Teddy and Simon talked animatedly for the whole 20 minutes it took to get to the hotel. Teddy was sure they had passed some, and that Simon was keeping him there for a reason, but he didn't really mind. He loved talking to the guy. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't gay or anything. He just genuinely believed he had found a friend in Simon.
As they swapped numbers, Teddy promised to keep in touch. They agreed to go for a drink the following Friday and, as Teddy climbed the steps to the hotel entrance, he found himself thoroughly looking forward to it.
Ok So I Know This Chapter Was Probably On The Rubbish Side, But It Was Necessary! Teddy Needed Somewhere To Sleep And Simon Needed To Be Introduced, As I'm Going To Make Him A Major Character In The Story, Since I Loved Writing Him So Much! Like It? Hate It? Too Short? Too Long? Let Me Know In A Review XD xoxo
