AN: Ugh one more fic left to update after this one. Enjoy =)

Chapter 4-Nice to meet ya. Is it? [Part 2]

Brendan Brady/Warren Fox

There in the middle of the night stands a man in a puffer jacket leaning on the wall of Chez Chez. The club is open and the loud music fills the whole village for miles. Warren just stands outside while waiting for nothing in particular. His attention turns to the side entrance as he sees a man being pushed out of there. He recognizes the voices of the two. Cheryl and Brendan. And they don't appear to having a pleasant conversation.

"Oh come on Chez you can't kick me out! If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have this place!"

"Oh right yeah with your hard earned drug money! I can't believe you would try to make contacts in my club Bren. Get out and stay out!" She pushes him one more time and slams the door closed. Brendan keeps pounding on the door and stumbling over his feet every couple of seconds.

"Mate I don't think you're getting back in."

"Mind your own business yeah. Besides who the hell was talking to you?"

"Calm down was just being courteous." Warren looks away and sees Brendan start walking towards his direction and he trips on the sidewalk. He struggles to lift himself off the ground stumbling every time he gets up. He eventually gives up and stays laid out on the street. Warren mumbles to himself and walks over to him and literally drags him to the side walk.

"Get off me!"

"You tryna get run over."

"Fuck off." Brendan moves to sit in an upright position as he stares ahead and dazes out. He has had to much to drink today. He was trying to get completely hammered so he wouldn't have to feel anything.

"I can see why people think you're the nicest bloke in the village."

"HA. HA. Sarcasm. I like that." Brendan tries to get up one more time and manages to stand up. He's off balance and almost falls again but ends up slamming into the wall as support. Warren can't help but laugh at this drunken idiot.

"This is the funniest thing I seen all day. Look mate where do you live there's no way you are gonna make it home by yourself."

"All the way across the street." Brendan points up towards the sky for no apparent reason. "But I don't usually sleep there. I stay at my shop for the most part."

Warren knows exactly what kind of "shop" Brendan runs so he makes a rash decision. "Don't think too much into this but I'll walk with ya make sure you don't end up in a ditch somewhere." Warren can tell by Brendan's facial expression that the gears in his head are turning to figure out if he can trust him. Ultimately Brendan points ahead and starts walking. They don't speak at all and every now and then Brendan trips and Warren has to help him up. By the time they finally make it to Brendan's shop he has sobered up just a tad.

"Umm appreciate it mate. I owe you one."

"I'll keep you to that. I'll see you around."

"Right. Oh I didn't catch your name."

"Warren Fox. Nice to meet ya."

"Is it?"

Warren Fox/Steven Hay

"Ey rat boy you shouldn't be stealing. What's that commandment in the bible?"

"How the fuck should I know. And who the hell are you telling me what I should or shouldn't do."

"Names Warren. And well here I am trying to buy myself a couple items from this lovely establishment and I see this scaly just shoplifting."

Ste stares at him and rolls his eyes as he continues to nick food off the shelves. He can sense that Warren is just standing there staring straight onto the back of his head.

"Do you mind? Do one!"

"That uncalled for don't you think rat boy "

"Shut the fuck up! My name is Ste! S! T! E! Or are you that stupid that I have to draw it out for you."

Warren stands dumbfounded as he thinks of the nerve this boy has speaking to him like that. He grabs the closest thing to him, a wine bottle, and throws it straight at Ste, barely missing him and hitting the wall next to him instead.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

"Don't you dare disrespect me boy. I'm really not the one to mess with." Warren takes out some cash and places it on the counter. "I apologize about that. Keep the change." He walks out of the shop and hears and angry voice shouting at him.

"Oi you! That bottle could have hit me in the face."

Clearly Ste isn't the sharpest tool in the box.

"That was the intention." Warren keeps walking away as Ste follows behind. "You wanna stop following me?" Ste continues to walk a couple steps behind him not saying a word. "Ok seriously kid your creeping me out."

"Yeah but you deserved it! Look mate I don't have that much cash on me ok and I was hungry so yeah I took a couple snacks from that shop but I needed to."

"So what you want me to have pity for you?"

"I don't need your pity. But don't you ever think you're better than me."

Ste moves away from him and starts heading off. He gives Warren the middle finger as he turns on the corner disappearing from view.

Brendan Brady/Steven Hay

Time they say moves fast when you're having fun. But for Ste at this moment time is running out for him. Rain is pouring down on him blurring his vision. He almost runs into a tree but manages to avoid it by inches. Unluckily for him when he quickly moved to avoid it he failed to spot the giant puddle of water right next to it. Ste slips on the water and falls face first into the puddle. He hears a "oh fuck" as he is falling and realizes Brendan was running so close behind him that when he fell he ended up tripping Brendan in the process. Ste can't see but hears another splash next to him. He lifts his face off the ground and looks next to him. Brendan is on his back in this puddle of water with his hands covering his face to avoid the rain and hail that is still falling from the sky. Stes heart is racing as he thinks that if there was even a slight chance he would live there is now no chance of him living after this. He thinks if it would be better to just stay here and take it or try running again and prolong the inevitable. Ste chooses the latter and starts to get up but ends up sliding and falling on top of Brendan. He opens his eyes and notices Brendan moving his hands off his face. There is tension and Ste can't decide whether to roll off or not because he can't for the life of him read Brendan's expression. Ste places his hands on either side of Brendan's face and tries to push himself back up but Brendan holds him in place.

"Don't move Steven."

"Why?" Ste stutters. "You...want...me...to...stay here?"

"Yeah you're blocking me from the rain that was falling in my eyes."

Of course that's why Brendan didn't want him to move. Why else would he want him to stay on top of him. Ste gets disappointed and clearly his face shows it. Brendan moves his hand and runs it down Stes cheek and then moves Stes hair out of his eyes. He places his thumb on Stes lip and parts his lips for him. But within the next second he removes it.

"Ok get off me now Steven. I'm soaked! Thanks to you."

"Your soaked?! I'm the one covering you from the rain. I'm 10 times as wet as you!"

"Oh I'm sure you are."

"Shut up Bren." Ste moves off him and very carefully stands up and offers his hand to Brendan to lift him up. Brendan grabs his hand and Ste pulls him up to forcefully as the impact of Brendan slamming into him brings them back down again. Only this time Brendan falls on top.

"We have to stop meeting this way."

"I don't think this is gonna be the last time we meet like this." Brendan winks and gets off the floor and helps Ste up as well. They move to stand below the tree but the weather is getting worst. They are both freezing and shivering as their clothes are just soaked through. Brendan looks back and starts running again but stops as Ste speaks.

"Brendan! Where are you going?"

"My place come on."

"I'm not gonna go to your house."

"Not my house. My business. Are you coming?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Lead the way."

As you may have noticed Walker only knows Warren, while everyone else has met each other. This was the last part of their meeting, next chapter will be different. Review?