Part 1 of Green is up. I apologize for the weight summer school just started and its been killing me. Hope you like it!
Green was the rolling hills in Scotland. Sharp grass crunching underneath Neal's feet. He was scanning the hills overlooking the sheep and the rough, gray water. For a single bald head with thick, coke bottle glasses.
"Mozz?" He called out, squinting his eyes in the harsh sun, "you wanted me to meet you here. Is everything okay?"
He heard a loud shush ring out through the stagnant air. Biting back a laugh, he turned on his heel catching Mozzie's eyes.
He was leaning against the icy wall of a pub, a beer bottle in hand and a red beanie tucked over his ears. He looked freezing in the frigid Scotland winter, no mittens or a scarf but a single, navy blue peacoat more fashionable than reliable.
"I'm trying to hide from them you know. You saying my name is not helping," Mozzie scolded, a light in his eyes despite the scowl etched onto his vampire-esque face.
Neal stepped towards his old friend, wrapping a hand around the beer and pulling it away, replacing it with a cup of steaming coffee. He furrowed his brow, streaked with water from the drizzle, "Who Mozz? Are you in danger?"
"A buffoon, he's about your height, brown hair, crystal blue eyes, all the girls call him dreamy."
"You mean me?" Neal asked, eyebrows flying up in surprise.
Mozzie cracked a smile, "of course. It was a joke, what with your accusations of my paranoia I had to get back at you."
"I was worried Mozz. I care about you, don't take advantage of that fact."
"All caring opens up a door of attack," he reminded, waggling a finger in front of Neal's face.
They walked along the stone path now, taking in the sights of the town. Neal opened his mouth for a question, closing it again when his phone rang.
"Is that the phone I called you on? You should have ditched it!" Mozzie screeched, plucking the dark phone out of Neal's fingers and pressing the call button.
"Remy's Drycleaning, Remy speaking. How may I help you?" He recited in an awful Australian accent.
"Remy?" Neal mocked, only to get a finger in his face.
"Caffery cut the crap. We know you are in Scotland. Care for a meeting place?" The Suits voice rang out.
Mozzie quickly hing up, chucking the phone into the murky lake, and ducking under the awning of a hotel.
"Mozz?"
"The Suit he knows you are here. If you and your forger ass want to stay out of jail we need to move fast."
Neal nodded and sprinted down alley, stopping to slide into a little antique store. He greeted the plump female owner with a nod and a charming grin. Hearing footsteps, he quickly grabbed a thick leather book, opening up the worn pages and slipping on a look of pure concentration.
"Dammit how do we always lose the guy. He's god damn Houdini." The suit muttered and Neal barely held back a laugh.
As the footsteps fell away, Neal turned to the old lady with a smile.
"Hey Miss, I was wondering where's the nearest hotel?" He asked, voice smooth.
"Hotel? No. No. You may stay with us, it's cold out there and you boys look like you could use some food!" She spoke in a thick Scottish accent, tugging off Mozzie's coat and clucking her tongue, " a peacoat will not keep you warm. Come!"
The two conmen shared a quick and humorous glance before shrugging and bounding up the stairs behind the kind lady.
"You don't have to do this Ms..." Neal trailed off politely, leaving room for her to insert her name.
"Call me Meredith. And I do have to do this."
"Well we appreciate it Meredith," Neal said sincerely.
She tutted pushing a bowl of baked potato soup in front of the boy and left them to eat.
The rest of the night was spent with board games and food and Meredith mother hemming the boys. It was the first time in a long time Neal had felt so loved. And it was spent with his best friend the whole time. Like a sleepover he never knew he wanted
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