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Chapter 3: Nice to meet ya. Is it?
Brendan Brady/Steven Hay
Hollyoaks. The one place where you walk out to scorching hot weather and come running inside 10 minutes later when hail starts coming down. Just so happened today was one of those days. Ste headed out for a quick run to Price Slice. He made it to the shop easily enough, grabbed juice and sweets and payed. He pauses as he is about to walk out.
"You gotta be kidding me" Ste looks out and it's pouring rain. That's when he hears banging on the roof and realizes it's also hail. He wonders if it would be a wise idea to just say screw it and run home. He rethinks this as a hail pellet hits him straight in the face.
"Bloody hell ice isn't supposed to burn!" Ste frantically rubs his face and steps to the side to be covered by the awning outside the shop. He hears someone lightly chuckle beside him but he shrugs it off and leans on the wall.
"Mate don't tell me that actually hurt."
Ste opens his eyes when he hears the Irish accent and looks over. He knows who he is though. Rumors spread pretty fast in this village. Ste noticed him 2 years ago when Brendan first arrived but surprisingly enough they never said one word to each other.
"Ask me that after I throw one at your face."
"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed today."
"Do one Brendan."
"Believe me I would, but as you can see-" Brendan nods upwards to indicate the weather "I'm basically stuck here." Brendan then looks at Ste up and down.
"What?" Ste feels self-conscience and scrunches his nose in confusion.
"You're actually dressed for it."
"Dressed for what?"
"To run through the rain and not have to worry about ruining your clothes."
"Fuck off!" Ste looks at Brendan and then at himself. Brendan is wearing black slim trousers and a white buttoned up shirt. A tight fitting white shirt at that. It has pink on the collar and the sleeves. On the other hand Ste is wearing a thin white Tshirt and blue sweat pants. Fair point sir...fair point.
"Where you trying to get to anyway?" Ste doesn't know why he asks him that or why he even starts a conversation with him. Not much else to do when you're stuck in a very small place.
"Back to my shop but it's all the way on the other side."
"What bout your sisters club?"
"Closed. And she doesn't trust me to give me a set of keys for it."
Ste thinks to himself that she has good reason not to trust him. The rain isn't stopping anytime soon and he's getting impatient. And hungry. Brendan moves from his spot and passes by Ste touching him slightly in the process. Ste takes note that he smells good and is pretty warm for being outside in this weather. A minute later Brendan comes out the shop again and has a couple snacks in his hands. He starts eating and Ste can't help but stare...at the food.
"You want some?"
"What? No!" Stes cheeks start to turn a slight red.
"No I meant the food. You want some food."
"Oh." Ste looks down and shuffles his feet. "I knew that. Yeah. Ta."
Brendan hands Ste a couple of the snacks and they both eat in silence. They stare straight ahead and never glance at each other. Brendan throws his trash on the floor and Ste moves over to pick it up.
"Really?"
"It's littering innt?"
Brendan hits Stes arms lightly causing Ste to drop all the trash on the floor.
"What was that for you idiot." Ste moves again about to pick up the trash but Brendan pushes him into the rain. "Brendan! You fucking asshole!" Ste tries to get back under the awning but Brendan keeps pushing him out. "I'm gonna rip your freaking face off! Let me in!" Once he figures that he isn't getting back in he grabs Brendan by the arms and drags him into the rain.
"Oi!"
"Not so funny now is it?" Ste then notices the rain drops flowing down Brendan's face and for a moment he feels like he can't breathe. He snaps out of it when he sees that Brendan doesn't look that pleased.
"No it's not. You know what else isn't gonna be funny. When I catch you and pound your face into the concrete."
With that Ste turns and runs for his life. He doesn't have to look back because he hears footsteps quickly behind him. He hopes his age gives him some sort of upper hand because the footsteps are getting close. He knows when they catch up to him he's a dead man. So he runs.
Warren Fox/Simon Walker
It's pretty quiet at midnight in the village. Until you hear footsteps running at lightning speed around the corner. It's Walker. He speeds down the pavement looking back every so often. He looks off to the side and when he looks forward again he sees a figure barreling down towards him. BAM. The two guys slam into each other the force sending them both to the floor.
"Come on mate! I don't have time for this!"
"Neither do I!" Walker yells and gets up at the same speed as the other guy.
"You running from someone?"
"Maybe. You?"
"Kind of."
"Come on then." Warren nods in a general direction and with a slight hesitation Walker starts running behind him. They hear screaming and yelling behind them so they keep going. Warren leads the way and ends up outside a large grey building. He starts knocking like a lunatic.
"Brendan! Open up!"
After a couple more pounds to the door it opens. Warren steps inside and practically pushes Walker in.
"What do you want Foxy?"
"Oh nothing wanted to see how your day was going." Warren and Walker both sit on floor and catch their breath.
"I known you for a week and you already come to me first when something goes wrong. And who the hell is this?"
"What? Oh this is-"
"Names Walker. Nice to meet ya."
"Is it?"
"Lay off him Brendan. And nothing went wrong just need to stay here for a couple minutes then we will be on our way."
"We? You made a new friend Foxy. That's...cute." Brendan looks at Walker. "You look like a junkie mate."
"You look like a psycho. Doesn't mean it's true."
"It might be. Anyway Foxy I don't have time for this so 10 minutes tops yeah? Show yourselves out." Brendan retreats back into another room.
"Don't mind him I think he's missing a couple parts in his head."
After a couple more minutes they both decide they are in the clear.
"See ya Brady!"
"Get out!"
"Let's do this again sometime!" Warren rushes out the door to get the last word.
"So mate what were you running from?" Warren flatly asks.
"Drug deal gone bad."
"Which one were you?"
"Dealer."
"You get your cash?"
"Most of it."
"Well then lead the way."
Without any other words said Walker and Warren head off to collect what is owed. They walk down alleyways and find an old worn out shack like house. Walker keeps moving as he pulls out a gun he was hiding in his pocket.
"You need one mate?"
"Nope I'm good." Warren then takes his gun out as well.
"So what's the plan?"
"Open the door. Find the guy. Take the money. Simple."
With a nod they both walk up to the door and knock. The door opens and they smile.
"Hallo. I think you have something of mine."