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He walked casually down the street, the bottom of his jeans scuffing the pavement. The sun shown down strongly on the pale boy, maybe a hoody wasn't such a good idea. The dark blue hood was down and the neck line was low enough for part of his collar bone to be seen. The light blue sleeves were pushed up his arms in the heat. He looked up to the sun again. In was odd, when he was up there, he could only look down and now, when he was on duty, he keeps looking up.
A car zoomed passed past him causing a breeze that ruffled his golden hair. He looked at the various buildings he passed, trying to see a familiar name. 'The Kings Head…where could it be? It's just one lousy pub, how hard could it be to find?'
Max, being an angel, was on duty for the week. 'Duty' is when the angels get a certain amount of time to go back to earth and help a mortal. They don't choose the mortal and they don't know how long they'll have to be with them. The whole point is to protect the person and make sure they don't give into the temptation of the devil. Max himself had never sinned, which is one of the reasons he became an angel. Not all good people who die become angels, some have to wait till judgement day before they enter heaven, but that's another subject. No, Max never sinned , he had been tempted many a time but he never gave in but even now, now that he's dead and an angel, he feels that he isn't completely sin free.
Max in his life, and still, was gay. For some reason he just didn't find girls attractive in any way but when a guy walked passed, it was a different story. Max knew full well that homosexuality was a sin. Well, him having sex with another guy was a sin, fancying them wasn't. Which is why, when he was hit by a truck at the age of 18, max had died a virgin.
"Umm, excuse me?" it was time he asked directions other wise he'd never get there. The lady stopped and smiled at him. "Hi, do you know where The King's Head is?"
"Yes, just go straight down this street, turn left and it's down that road."
"Thank you." He smiled brightly and carried on walking.
His duty was with a nineteen year old American named Michael Parker. Tonight he was going out with his mates to this pub and that's where Max planned to meet him and befriend him. Sure he had about…four hours before he would get to the pub, but he just wanted to see what this place was like.
"Ah, here we go" Max said to himself and stepped in. He was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, the unmistakable smell of a pub.
He walked in and looked around. Since it was about three in the afternoon, not many people were about. He walked up to the bar and sat down on a stall.
"Hey cutie, what can I get ya?"
"Diet coke please"
"Sure thing sweetie" the barmaid walked off to get his drink and he looked around again. It was a relatively nice place; it had small tables, a pool table and a juke box. "There you go Hun"
"Ta"
Max took a sip and a small frown appeared on his face. 'What the hell am I going to do for four hours!'
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There was loud talking outside the pub door and about five teenagers came through the door laughing. One of them came up to the bar while the others sat down. He was still smiling to himself as he stood next to Max at the bar.
"Hey Jodie, usual's please." He looked down at the blonde next to him, who was reading the paper. "You alright mate?"
Max internally smiled to himself and looked up at the guy. He was pretty tall and had messy maroon hair.
"Hey" Max replied.
"So, anything interesting happening in the world?"
"Not really. The only thing interesting in this thing is the sport. And they don't even have damn baseball in it!" Max threw the paper on the bar and took a sip of his drink.
"You like baseball?"
"Sure. You?"
"Yeah! Love it! Used to play when I was in America."
"You're American?"
"Yeah. Me and my parents moved here when I was about 12."
"Weird, my family moved here when I was eight." It was true, Max had moved from America to England when he was eight. Unfortunately, after a year, his mum decided she didn't like it and went back to America; apparently she didn't like her family either.
"There you go Mike."
"Thanks, keep the change." He faced Max again and held out his hand. "I'm Michael"
"Max" the blonde replied as he took the offered hand.
"I don't suppose you'd like to join us?" Max glanced over at his friends and smiled.
"Love too."
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Laughter filled the pub. The six teenagers were joking and smiling as they got up from their seats.
"So we'll see ya here tomorrow night at 8?"
"You bet!" Max replied.
"See ya Max!" the five boys left as Max walked up to the bar and placed the empty glasses on the bar. Phase one complete. He had become great friends with each of them in just that night and they were all going to meet up tomorrow. He let out a sigh of relief and turned around. It was then something caught his eye. He looked at the bluenette curiously. He was reading a book in the corner of the room on his own. He lifted his glass, not taking his eyes of the page. Just as the glass was put to his lips he looked up and locked eyes with Max. The blonde was shocked. He was staring into deep crimson eyes that seemed to memorise him. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't look away. Finally he managed to tear his eyes away and walk casually out the door.
Max walked down the street with his hands stuffed into his pockets. As he breathed, smoke dissolved into the air. For such a warm day, the night was frigging freezing.
"Hey Maxie!" a boy ran up behind the blonde and started walking next to him.
"Tyson? What are you doing here?"
"duty"
"But I thought you already had duty?"
"Yeah but it was an emergency. Some five year old had a heart attack last week and now it's my job to look after him until he's better. I'm now his and his sister's babysitter."
"Heh, sounds fun?"
"Its better then listening to some old bat complain about something!" Max chuckled a bit.
"Well, now you've gotta listen to some young brat whine. Not much difference if you ask me" he joked.
"So, how's your duty going?"
"Alright, I'm meeting with him and his friends again tomorrow."
"Is he cute?"
"Tyson!"
"Come on Maxie, just asking! S'not like you're gonna shag him!"
"You're so crude" Max said quietly
"Well, is he?"
"Not really."
"So have you got a place to stay?"
"Yeah, it's not far."
"Well, I'll see ya some time tomorrow."
"Sure, night buddy."
"Night Max" Tyson looked both ways and ran across the road. He pulled his coat a little tighter around himself and strode down the street. He was thinking about random things when he bumped into something. He looked up and was about to apologise when he was beaten to it.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going"
"That's alright I wasn't either."
"Are you alright, I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No I'm fine"
"Good. Well sorry again" and with that the guy walked off. Tyson stared after him for a bit then shook his head and started walking again. 'What kind of weirdo has yellow eyes?'
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"Good. Well, sorry again" he carried on walking smirking to himself. As he rounded the corner he took out his mobile and dialled a number.
"Hey Kai? Yeah, just now. How'd you get on with goodie two shoes? Right, see ya tomorrow." He flipped the phone shut and pocketed it. He smirked again; this was going to be fun…
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"You seen him yet? He's going to meet with them tomorrow so I'm planning to make the move then. Bye." Kai threw the phone to the other side of his bed. He lied down and looked up at the ceiling. The image of those blue eyes were glued in his mind. They were so innocent, so unsure. This was too easy…
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another chapter done. i'm kindda stuck for ideas so if you want to see something if the fic, please tell me and i might put it in. thanks for reading and please review.