"I suppose it's a bit boring. I'm from the city. Manchester. Non-stop people. You got the work rush, the after work commute, the late night drunks and homeless people after your cash. Cars honking, blokes yelling, girls screaming while pissed off their head. It's weird but like, sometimes boring ain't so boring." To Gideon, it was almost a relief to have some quiet. It seemed like someone was always yelling at him. His dad, the lads at school, his teachers, his dad's mates. It was an endless list of loud voices.
"I live near a nightclub. It's always loud in the streets outside. I'm like top floor on a fucking massive apartment complex and all I can hear is the pissed wankers." Gideon laughed and ate more of the bread, making short work of what he'd been given. "I bet you just hear cows and the like, eh?"
"Yeah, you hear the cows. In summer you hear the deer going at it all randy-like, that's always seasonal. Very romantic." Ollie wasn't sure how much nicer that was than the kind of noise Gid was talking about, but he was lacking any basis of comparison. "We've also got a rooster that thinks the sun rises at two am and then again at 3 and also any time I wanna focus, so he's a real treat."
What an annoying little fucker that rooster was. Ollie was kind of rooting for the fox in that case. "There ain't no noise like what you're saying. They haven't even got a nightclub any closer than half an hour by car."
"Well... you show me your world and later, I'll show you mine. Manchester's good for a visit, especially if you like football. I'm a cliche, Man U all the way but they earned my love last season." Gid boasted merrily as he finished off the last of the bread and looked at Ollie, grinning. "I know what nightclubs are easy to sneak into as well. I went to my first night club when I was like 7 or 8. My dad took me for business."
He had hated it and whined the whole night because all he wanted to do was sleep but when he said it to people, it sounded way cooler than it was. "How long until the train comes? Like tomorrow morning?"
"Football's not for me. Honestly think that if they'd just let me watch the grass grow for ninety minutes it'd be more riveting and also I'd not have to sit through penalties." That was his take on that, which he was never shy about and which didn't exactly help him fit in with other boys. Good, else he might have to start playing football with them and he didn't see himself as a team player. "Cheers. We can go clubbing."
Better than football, so there was that. He snorted at Gideon's question, than realised he was serious. "No way, mate. Tomorrow's Sunday, aye? Train ain't gonna stop again until next Saturday. Quiet little village, remember?"
"Seriously? Next Saturday?" Then what on Earth was he supposed to do? He didn't know where he was, he didn't even know where to start getting anywhere he could reasonably navigate. "What about buses? You gotta have buses... right? Or like-- I mean, how does anyone get anywhere?"
Did they only go out on a Saturday? What was the point? How did people get into the city and work? What sort of work could they even do here?
"With their car," Ollie explained while miming sitting in a car and moving the wheel around, as apparently that idea was deeply confusing for Gideon. "Unless you are my brother, than you only go around by tractor and never go too far cause you might actually start living life instead of scraping cow dung and we cannae have that, can we?"
He found it annoying himself. "People do grocery runs and there's a lot of commuters. Think some carpool. Although most people here are just ancient and walk around slowly, sit on benches and judge everyone."
"So I'm stuck for a week? Christ. Well. I guess thanks for the place to kip, not sure what I'm gonna do the next few days." He sighed and then flopped onto the duvet he had been given by Ollie, lying back and looking up at the ceiling. It was all wooden and slanted. Cosy. It was so nice.
"When can I leave on Saturday? I gotta make sure I don't miss my chance or I'll freeze to death here." No home, no good place to hide and nowhere to get food and drink. He needed a city, not this.
"Train leaves at 8:33. I know it cause there ain't a week that goes by where I ain't got watchful eyes on me during that time. Seriously, get woken up and called down for breakfast than just to make sure I ain't taking off." It was rather frustrating but he supposed Greg had his number. Couldn't blame him for that.
He moved forward, leaning on his hand as he looked at Gid. "You can sleep here for the weak. I donnae mind."
"Really? Cheers, mate. Hey, I'd say you could come into the city with me on Saturday, if you want. It's just I don't have a proper place to go yet. When I got it all set up, you can come over." He just needed to work out where he was going to live and how he was going to pull it off. "I'll take you raving. It's brill."
He smiled as he settled himself on the floor and then frowned. "Can I have a pillow? I'll sleep down here. I don't mind, I've slept on the floor before."
"Don't be daft, just come up on the bed." Ollie climbed up himself now, hair falling into his face as he got under the sheets. "We can do top to tail if you feel precious about it. Plenty space there and I got an extra pillow. You sleep on the floor and you'll wake up as stiff as all the grannies in this damn place."
He certainly heard them complain about their old bones all the time. "If you wanna I can show you round the farm tomorrow. Greg's always busy anyway. Not as fun as a rave, but we have ducklings."
"Uh, yeah. If you're sure." Gideon climbed up the bed and lay at the bottom, taking the offered pillow and getting himself comfortable. He liked Ollie, he seemed like a nice enough sort of guy, even if he was a bit mental. He supposed someone had to be mental to live here and stay sane.
"Thanks, mate. I'd be fucked without you." He settled himself down and closed his eyes, surprised at how warm this place was. It was so fucking cosy. "Goodnight."
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"I live near a nightclub. It's always loud in the streets outside. I'm like top floor on a fucking massive apartment complex and all I can hear is the pissed wankers." Gideon laughed and ate more of the bread, making short work of what he'd been given. "I bet you just hear cows and the like, eh?"
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What an annoying little fucker that rooster was. Ollie was kind of rooting for the fox in that case. "There ain't no noise like what you're saying. They haven't even got a nightclub any closer than half an hour by car."
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He had hated it and whined the whole night because all he wanted to do was sleep but when he said it to people, it sounded way cooler than it was. "How long until the train comes? Like tomorrow morning?"
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Better than football, so there was that. He snorted at Gideon's question, than realised he was serious. "No way, mate. Tomorrow's Sunday, aye? Train ain't gonna stop again until next Saturday. Quiet little village, remember?"
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Did they only go out on a Saturday? What was the point? How did people get into the city and work? What sort of work could they even do here?
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He found it annoying himself. "People do grocery runs and there's a lot of commuters. Think some carpool. Although most people here are just ancient and walk around slowly, sit on benches and judge everyone."
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"When can I leave on Saturday? I gotta make sure I don't miss my chance or I'll freeze to death here." No home, no good place to hide and nowhere to get food and drink. He needed a city, not this.
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He moved forward, leaning on his hand as he looked at Gid. "You can sleep here for the weak. I donnae mind."
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He smiled as he settled himself on the floor and then frowned. "Can I have a pillow? I'll sleep down here. I don't mind, I've slept on the floor before."
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He certainly heard them complain about their old bones all the time. "If you wanna I can show you round the farm tomorrow. Greg's always busy anyway. Not as fun as a rave, but we have ducklings."
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"Thanks, mate. I'd be fucked without you." He settled himself down and closed his eyes, surprised at how warm this place was. It was so fucking cosy. "Goodnight."