”Oh God, let it be over soon.” Sotherby whispered. ”I am a great planner.” Albert said and looked back at George who was accepting a twig that Mad-George picked for him. ”No you are not, you are indecisive and you can't remember anything.” ”I got him a cake, he likes cake.” ”Charles got you cake, by doing... you-know-what with Miss May .” Albert looked at Sotherby, wondering if to laugh or to throw something at Charles. ”But she is just a scullery maid!” Sotherby just shook his head in reply. ”I though he had promised to marry Lucy.” ”Should one really trust any of Charles' promises? Except for showing up at parties?” ”I guess not.” Albert sighed as he opened the door to the dorm. They all got changed to something less sweaty in silence, except for Mad-George who was humming a song that they never heard before. Albert spun around and tapped George shoulder, holding the gift he had bought long before the summer break even started, and it had been neatly packed away in his coffin. ”Happy Birthday George, finally 15 like the rest of us!” he said and handed his gift to George who looked surprised. ”Well except Richard then.” The other boys joined in to congratulated him. ”Albert you shouldn't!” he said. ”You don't even now what he got you yet.” Charles said. Albert hit his arm and smiled towards George. ”But I got you something too.” Charles said and handed him the bottle of brandy, that he had tied a bow-tie around. ”Well, nothing fancy, Mr. Boringsop here didn't want me to give it to you.” To Albert's delight he just put the bottle on the table. ”Thanks Charles. I'll open it later, okay?” George said, and put Albert's gift away. Albert was happy that he did that actually. ”I got us all cake.” Charles declared. ”Well it might have been Mr. Boringsop's idea, but my romantic skills got it.”
It was late, and there was almost nothing left in the bottle of brandy that Charles had given George. Richard was already sleeping, Charles had slipped out into the night, which meant that Sotherby laid worried in his bed. ”Come.” Albert said and grabbed his hand. George had bad feelings about the beautiful, tall brown-haired boy, really bad feelings that he shouldn't be having. George didn't dare to think about the feelings though, because he feared that they might be more than just friendship. Maybe it was... love. It couldn't be though... because they were both boys and that was wrong. Everyone knew that, so what was wrong with him? It said in the bible that it was wrong, and... why did he feel like he wanted to kiss Albert's pretty, thin lips. ”Come on.” he said again and smiled, and since he was drunk he just couldn't resist taking Albert's hand and get pulled out into the unusual warm September evening. Albert realized it right there, under the clear half moon. That he liked George a lot more that he had ever liked anyone before. ”Open my gift.” he said and giggled. ”Sure thing...” George said and began to carefully unwrap the package. Albert looked at his hands, his long fingers. ”It's nothing big really, just something little... silly...” Albert rambled. ”I hope you like it though.” George opened the box and smiled. ”You remembered!” he said while looking down at the little book that they had looked at in the village. It was a book about all the countries in the world, filled with facts like how large each one was and their flags. ”Well, I guess you need one if you are going to join the army.” Albert smiled. It was George's dream, fighting for the king and country. Albert didn't like that idea, what would he do if George died, or got shot. He would have to come with him, to make sure that his slightly chubby friend didn't get harmed, of course he had not told George about his plans. That had to wait.
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Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 2b/20
Date: 2011-11-12 05:54 pm (UTC)”I am a great planner.” Albert said and looked back at George who was accepting a twig that Mad-George picked for him.
”No you are not, you are indecisive and you can't remember anything.”
”I got him a cake, he likes cake.”
”Charles got you cake, by doing... you-know-what with Miss May .”
Albert looked at Sotherby, wondering if to laugh or to throw something at Charles. ”But she is just a scullery maid!” Sotherby just shook his head in reply. ”I though he had promised to marry Lucy.”
”Should one really trust any of Charles' promises? Except for showing up at parties?”
”I guess not.” Albert sighed as he opened the door to the dorm.
They all got changed to something less sweaty in silence, except for Mad-George who was humming a song that they never heard before. Albert spun around and tapped George shoulder, holding the gift he had bought long before the summer break even started, and it had been neatly packed away in his coffin.
”Happy Birthday George, finally 15 like the rest of us!” he said and handed his gift to George who looked surprised. ”Well except Richard then.” The other boys joined in to congratulated him.
”Albert you shouldn't!” he said.
”You don't even now what he got you yet.” Charles said. Albert hit his arm and smiled towards George. ”But I got you something too.” Charles said and handed him the bottle of brandy, that he had tied a bow-tie around. ”Well, nothing fancy, Mr. Boringsop here didn't want me to give it to you.” To Albert's delight he just put the bottle on the table.
”Thanks Charles. I'll open it later, okay?” George said, and put Albert's gift away. Albert was happy that he did that actually.
”I got us all cake.” Charles declared. ”Well it might have been Mr. Boringsop's idea, but my romantic skills got it.”
It was late, and there was almost nothing left in the bottle of brandy that Charles had given George. Richard was already sleeping, Charles had slipped out into the night, which meant that Sotherby laid worried in his bed. ”Come.” Albert said and grabbed his hand. George had bad feelings about the beautiful, tall brown-haired boy, really bad feelings that he shouldn't be having. George didn't dare to think about the feelings though, because he feared that they might be more than just friendship. Maybe it was... love.
It couldn't be though... because they were both boys and that was wrong. Everyone knew that, so what was wrong with him? It said in the bible that it was wrong, and... why did he feel like he wanted to kiss Albert's pretty, thin lips. ”Come on.” he said again and smiled, and since he was drunk he just couldn't resist taking Albert's hand and get pulled out into the unusual warm September evening.
Albert realized it right there, under the clear half moon. That he liked George a lot more that he had ever liked anyone before. ”Open my gift.” he said and giggled.
”Sure thing...” George said and began to carefully unwrap the package. Albert looked at his hands, his long fingers.
”It's nothing big really, just something little... silly...” Albert rambled. ”I hope you like it though.”
George opened the box and smiled. ”You remembered!” he said while looking down at the little book that they had looked at in the village. It was a book about all the countries in the world, filled with facts like how large each one was and their flags.
”Well, I guess you need one if you are going to join the army.” Albert smiled. It was George's dream, fighting for the king and country. Albert didn't like that idea, what would he do if George died, or got shot. He would have to come with him, to make sure that his slightly chubby friend didn't get harmed, of course he had not told George about his plans. That had to wait.