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Title: London (literally just now came up with a name finally!!!)
Author: [personal profile] starlight_dreamer Me!! <3
Rating: age 15+ because of very, very, very brief bad word usage, though I don't stress the age restriction ;)
Warnings: there is short chemistry between two guys, but it doesn't get far at all
Disclaimer: I own all these characters and also The Daily Publishing and Remy's Cafe, I do not own The Smithfield Tavern (comes in Chapter Two) as it actually exists, however the characters affiliated with it are mine.
Summary: It has been Eddy's lifelong dream to live in London, but his parents (mother) had always been holding him back from it. It seemed his wish was coming true, and he was finding a flat to buy, only to stop short of his expectation...

They say that whoever lives in the north are the happiest in the country. They say that whoever lives south yearns for it, and whoever goes to the north never want to leave. It is the truth, the north of England being friendlier than the south. Of course, you do find a few people here and there to balance out the weighs, but in Yorkshire, finding such people is rare, for they are all proud to be Yorkshire.


He wasn’t at all sure how long he was sitting there, staring at the newspaper, in the section that listed all kinds of jobs to be had, but more importantly, the jobs wanted in London. He was always stalking those pages, just in case there was something he could take.

This young man had beautiful light green eyes, and golden hair, one would probably call it brown. He was thinly built, with specialties not dealing in strength. It was always his passion to be an officer, but he knew it was impossible. All throughout his adolescent years, he was constantly told that he could not possibly be an officer, and he only just recently began believing it. Therefore, he took a few photography classes, as he found that he always loved taking pictures of scenery and everyday life. It was his true passion, a passion in his reach. Something that could really take up his free time and make him happy for a handful of days.

His concentration on the newspaper was disrupted by the door to the living area opening. “My Timothy, I told you to go out and search for a job today!” said a squeaky, feminine voice.

The young man didn’t look at her, but kept his eyes fixed on every letter of the page, “I am, Mum,” he replied, “There’s not much I’m interested in, though,”

“Those people are just desperate!” said his mother, taking a seat on the sofa, “You have to go out and get one!”

“I have enough money for the time being. I could lie low for a few days.”

Suddenly, a deeper voice had sounded from the doorway, “You’re still here?” it said.

The young man sighed, “Yes, Dad, I am,” he hissed, turning back to the page, “I will go out tomorrow, ok?”

“You’d better!” he replied, harshly, “You can’t just be wandering about the house all day!”

“It’s not like I can’t get a job, it’s just that there’s nothing I want,” he whined. His eyes fell back to the newspaper, then he turned a page or two. By now, his mother had become suspicious.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, leaning towards him to see the paper which he turned away from her.

“It’s nothing,” he replied.

With a gasp, she added, “London? Timothy, how many times do I have to say to stop it with your fantasies?”

“I could live there if I wanted to!” he retorted.

“It’s far too large of a city for someone who isn’t used to such!”

“Mum, you’re being ridiculous,” Timothy hissed. “It’s just a city, it has slow corners, too!”

“With all there riots and rowdiness!” her face began to scrunch as though she were about to burst into tears.

“Riots happen everywhere around here!” he jumped to his feet, “You are the only person here who thinks that way, Mother! I am looking for a place in London, so deal with it!” with his hurtful tone, she grabbed her heart with another gasp, as he continued, “Look! 724, Central London, one bedroom and kitchen; or no, this one! 843, North London, same size, better quality; 475 weekly, two bedroom, kitchen, reception room and two bathrooms—wait, this is brilliant!”

“What?” demanded his mother, seeming horrified by the sudden look of bewilderment in her son’s face.

“£475 a week? …I can afford this!” He read more into the details, ignoring his mother’s objections, “Hyde Park Street, it doesn’t list a telephone,”

“See? They always list a contact, that right there, is obviously fishy. You can’t possibly take it!”

“It has its address, and it says to talk to…Sid,” almost absentmindedly, he began walking towards the door, still attentively reading the paper.

“Timothy Edmond! You get back here right now! You are not moving to the south!” shouted his mother, running after him.

“Why can’t he move to London?” mentioned the father.

She stopped in her tracks and looked back at him, “Excuse me?” she demanded.

“It is a harsh place, but certainly not how you’re making it out to be!” He took a portion of the newspaper (that Timothy obviously had set aside) from the coffee table, and began looking through it. “You’re acting like the devil is there!”

“It is!” she yelled, crossing her arms.

“Oh please! The boy needs to grow up! Your keeping him here is keeping him from becoming a man!”

“But he is a boy!”

“He’s twenty-two! You refuse to let him look for flats even here! Well, I’m putting my foot down for once! He is going to London! It’s been his dream, after all!” he jerked the papers, as if to straighten them so he could read. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he moves in with the first person he sees! Since you kept him completely dependent on others for so long!”

“Oh!” she grunted, then she turned back to where her son had gone, “Eddy!” she shouted so loud and thunderous, that it almost seemed as though it echoed throughout the house.

He may not have had the approval of his mother, but the only approval he felt he needed was his father’s, so he was on the train that very next day, with a respectable amount of clothing in his suitcase. For two hours, he sat there, getting more and more bored. Every now and then, he would look out the window, and then he would groan when the train would stop to pick up more passengers. He couldn’t help but wonder, from time to time, if he should’ve taken the plane instead…

He had a bad headache once he reached his destination. He let out an uncomfortable yawn and almost forgot in what city he was standing. It wasn’t until he was out of the station, looking for a cab did he really realize that he was standing in London. The one city he thought he would never see. It were as if his life long dream had just been fulfilled, he hasn't felt this happy in a while!

To his surprise, it wasn’t at all hard to find a cab, though getting it to stop was a bit of a challenge. He looked at a few Londoners, waving their hands in the air like silly, so when he saw one he had tried it, but it stopped for someone else. A strong feeling of embarrassment was filling his body, until he tried it again, and it saw him. A small smile, then he ran to it. “Um, Hyde Park Street, please,”

“You mind specifying the address, sir?” asked the cabbie.

“Oh, I’ll manage to find it,” replied the young man, sitting in the back seat, and massaging his forehead.

“Suit yourself,” Then the car began to move. He wasn’t so sure how long the ride was, but he did remember it being too short. Then, before he knew it, he was standing on the sidewalk, the cabbie already gone. He glanced again at the address, then he looked about himself. He made his way down the street until he was looking at the number 12 beside a door. It was a tall building, and he was headed for the third floor. With his headache and tired body, he wasn’t looking forward to climbing stairs.

After a quick glance at the article once more, he found himself standing before the door of his soon-to-be flat. Folding the paper back in his hand, he moderately knocked on the door, not at all hard yet he did hear a very deep voice that sounded quite far away shout, “It’s open!” The young man paused, but then twisted the knob and was shocked when the door actually did open. He peeked his head inside, and again he heard the cheerless, deep voice shout, “In here!” He was surprised that it was nearer than it sounded before, for there was a door immediately to the right, with only a crack where light had shown. The young man set his suitcase down, and gently pressed his hand against the door, and pushed it.

The very moment he saw a slender man sitting at a desk to the right wall, typing on his laptop without pause or a gander his way, he heard, “I am not open for interviews and I am not taking clients at the moment. Please come back tomorrow or find me at my office.” His voice was flat and emotionless, as if he didn’t even have to think to speak those words.

The young man was certainly confused as he thought the flat was vacant, but he figured he understood now: he intends to share it, help pay rent. He didn’t understand, however, how someone could risk sharing living space with a total stranger. He decided to speak, “Um, are you Sid?”

“No,” the slender man replied immediately, voice completely unchanged from his rehearsed speech, “You have the wrong man, sorry,”

The young man was glad he left his suitcase in the hall before entering the room, as he now knew that it would have been very difficult to explain it without being awkward. However, he was determined, “But, there’s this ad in here that states this exact address—”

“What?” the slender man sharply turned to him. His eyes were a stunning blue, like a cloudy sky in the middle of fall, or the ocean in a typhoon. His hair was brown and shaggy, as if he hardly ever gets company which was unlikely. He was in his robe, like a lazy day, or he didn’t care how he looked to people. He approached the young man hastily that honestly very much frightened him as he was remarkably taller than him. He snatched the slip of paper out of his hand and inspected it. “I did not put an ad in the paper…and I am not looking for a flatmate. Who would do this?!” he seemed more like he was thinking out loud than actually asking a question, therefore the young man didn’t reply. Suddenly, the agitated one’s face changed, as if he knew or realized something. “It’s my older sister,” he evenly declared, his voice still deep, “She’s been trying to get me to share an apartment for almost a year now. I’m shocked she did this instead of send somebody she knew!” He then began folding the piece of paper immediately after he was done talking, and handing it to the young man, he said, “Well, sorry you were troubled in this pointless journey, but I am not interested in a flatmate. I wish you good luck.”

The young man took the paper from him, then without a moment’s rest, the taller one had gone back to his typing. The traveller did not like this at all, as he had gone far for this flat. He wasn’t going to leave without at least trying to get it. So he decided to say, “Well, why is your sister trying to get you to live with somebody?”

“Because I am having problems with my rent, but I know how to take care of it. In fact, I am working on it right now,”

Interest filled the young man’s eyes. “Oh, you’re a writer?”

“Journalist,” he replied, glancing at his notes.

“So, you’re job often takes you out of town?”

“Sometimes,” he started typing again, “Most of my assignments are in town. What’s your point?”

He began feeling apprehensive, and started fiddling with the slip of paper in his hands, dropping his head as he spoke, “I was just going to mention I am very good at photography…” he could hear the typing gradually slow down now, and he dared not look, “…and if you need a researcher, I would be more than happy to help…” Since he was finished, he at last lifted his head to see the tall one staring at him with furrowed brows, as if studying him.

There was an awkward silence for the young man that followed afterwards, as the tall one wasn’t appearing that he was going to look away. However, sooner than he expected, the tall one smiled slyly, and said, “You’re fighting for the room, aren’t you?”

The young man didn’t know how to respond without appearing strange, so he merely shrugged his shoulder.

“I won’t be able to pay you,”

“That’s fine! I mean, I have money to hold up right now, and I could get a job at someplace simple like a restaurant or something. It’s just a hobby of mine that could be useful to you.”

Another pause of awkward silence for the young man, until at last the tall one spoke again, standing and approaching him, “I’ll tell you what: you can leave your bags in here, and you are going to spend the whole day with me, and I’ll let you determine whether or not you still want to share a flat with me.”

The young man leaned back a bit, for some reason, and didn’t speak straight away, “And suppose I do?”

The tall man was silent, then he stretched out his hand. Just a quick glance was all the young man needed to know what he wanted, so he handed him the slip of paper again, and just like before, the tall one inspected it, “Then you will be paying £475 weekly,” he smirked after he concluded.

Once again, he didn’t speak immediately, but he did nod his head. “Ok,” he said.

A bizarre smile formed on the man’s face and he instantly took off his robe as he headed for the hall. The young man was shocked to see that he was actually dressed for the day under the robe. The tall one grabbed for his coat, and said, “I am going to show you all the conveniently located places there are around here, since you are new in town—”

“How are you so sure I’m new here?” the young man asked, curiously. He received a look from the man, as if to say “Are you serious?”, clearly stating that the young man was obviously from out of town.

Immediately, the taller one had gone back to putting on his coat, “I’m going to show you where all the eateries and stores are—that are cheap, of course, and nearby—and where my job is if you have pictures you would like to sell to them. There’s this café that just opened down the road that I go to every morning before work, you might like it, they have a good tasting breakfast menu, and they’re so cheap. And there are also a few other that you’d have to take a short drive to get to. I hope you like taking a cabbie, because you would find yourself alone most of the day, because I take my car to work,” The young man had drifted away from listening after a while, as he couldn’t help but smile at him. He talks so much!

When he was done (or shortly paused), the young man decided to pitch in his question, “Hey, uh, by the way, I’m Eddy Perry. I don’t believe I caught your name,”

The taller man smiled at him, but he didn’t reply immediately, “Sebastian Ivan Dunn,”

The young man didn’t know why he felt excited. The sound of his name were as if he were famous! And the similarity he couldn’t help but point out, “Sid, huh?”

Sebastian shrugged, “You could call me that if you like. There really isn’t any part of my name I like to be called,”

Aghast for a moment, the young man almost forgot to inquire about it, “Not Sebastian?”

“No,” he simply replied, opening the door.


“Everybody would tease me in school, calling me the crab-bloke from some fish movie because of my name.”

“Crab-bloke?” the young man was baffled for a moment, “You mean Sebastian from the Little Mermaid?”

“Was that what it was?”

The young man—Eddy—couldn’t help but laugh as he followed Sebastian down the hall and to the stairs. “So, people made fun of you because you were called Sebastian?”

“They weren’t very clever,” he mentioned, “Truthfully, I was fascinated by crabs; and lobsters, too—…anything with snipping claws, come to think of it.”

“Ah,” the young man grinned and agreed, “That isn’t very clever,” After a quick glance at Sebastian (or Sebastian’s back), he added, “So, you being bullied in school, did that make you…repressed, or something?”

“Bullied?” Sebastian sharply asked, seeming shocked or entertained, for he started laughing, “Are you kidding me? They practically suffocated me with affection and admiration! They were always asking me ‘Are we friends? Are we friends?’, or the most common: do you think me a friend? I would always say, ‘Yes, yes, we’re friends!’ until they pushed it too far,” There was a sudden silence that did arouse in the young man a great curiosity.

“…Wait, too far? How too far?”

“One of them asked me one too many times that finally I told him the truth, that I didn’t think of him as a friend because that was practically all he’d ever ask me,”

Looking at him, the young man was both intrigued and appalled, but only for a moment, and he said, “Wow, I feel sorry for the bloke.”

“Why?” Sebastian sincerely asked.

“Because, from the sound of that story, I’d say he was new in school.”

Sebastian chuckled, as if he had said something cute or naïve, “No, I was the new kid in school at the time!”

That caught him off guard, that he delayed his addition, “…Then, maybe he didn’t have many friends,”

This time, he curiously looked at Eddy, as if he almost didn’t quite understand what he was getting at, and he replied, “He was the popular one!”

A pause, Eddy eventually and simply said, “…Oh,” After a quick nod of his head, he added, “Maybe he liked you,”

“Aaww!” Sebastian immediately groaned, as if he either never thought about it or despairingly agreed, “Probably. That happens so often,”

“Really?” Eddy asked, chuckling.

“Every other day, I can count on something awkward happening that puts me on the spot,” Eddy was about to speak, but Sebastian had started again before him, “My straightest acquaintances decide the want me, or they say very awkward things to me,” He suddenly turned to the young man, with either a threatening or a serious expression on his face, “Please, don’t end up like one of them,”

Another pause, really because he was shocked by his sudden movement, then he answered, “Of course not!”

“Good!” they started walking again.

After a short break from speaking, the young man decided to change the subject, “So, what about Ivan? Do you like to be called that?”

“I hate it,” Sebastian replied almost instantly.

“Mr. Dunn, then?”

He shook his head before speaking, “Too professional. I’m called that too often.”

“Ok, Bastian?”




He had nearly ran out of things to call him, until one had popped into his mind that he knew Sebastian wouldn’t like, “Vanny!”

He horrifyingly glared at Eddy with a scowl of disgust, “Goodness, no!”

Eddy merely smiled, chuckled beneath his breath, then he declared, “Sid it is, then,”

Apparently awkward silences were going to be the norm, for once again it occurred. Sid slightly turned his head in Eddy’s direction, to glance at him, then he turned forward again, as if something were on his mind that he wanted to get out. “…Um,” Eddy looked at him, “…You know, no one has ever thought of that before,”

A smile, though he delayed speaking, “Well, I simply just misread your initials,”

Sebastian chuckled. “Yeah, but still, no one thought to, even while looking at my initials,”

The young man glanced up at him, then smiled again. “A somewhat lucky mistake, then?”

Sebastian smiled, too, then replied, “Yeah,” They took three steps before he had mentioned again where they were going, “Oh yes, and we’re going to just walk to the café, since it’s so near, we can’t take the car,”

Eddy didn’t really like the sound of that, as he was feeling dreadfully tired. “Oh,” disappointedly, “…What time is it?”

Sebastian lifted his arm to where he could see, pulling back the sleeve, “Little after twelve,”

So many hours before he could sleep for the night, Eddy may have despaired a bit. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to ignore his worsening headache and said, “Alright, thank you,” There were few more steps in silence before Eddy thought to ask, “How far is the café?”

“It’s not too far, we just have to turn onto that street,” he gestured forward, but other than that, was pretty unspecific.

The pace at which they were walking was highly uncomfortable for poor Eddy, that he had to at least try to get him to slow down, “Do you mind walking slower? Because I can’t really walk that far,” he shrugged as he concluded, trying to make his request not seem strange in any sort of way.

Sebastian didn’t reply immediately, “Well, if we slow down, it will take longer,”

Eddy might’ve glared at him, something he rarely does to strangers, but this was too much, which was making Eddy think that Sid was doing this on purpose!

Poor Eddy was out of breath when they made it. The café itself was a little out of place, but it was quite adorable. There were a lot of woodwork, with an outdoor seating area that quite the few people were occupying, and even a padded swing. Eddy could see why Sid would come here every morning. “This is it,” he said, gesturing to the door though not invitingly. “If you want, I could get you a coffee,”

“No, I don’t want a coffee,” Eddy quite irritably replied, but then he quickly softened his mood with a smile, “I’m just—I’m not a very ‘coffee’ person,”

“Hmm. Too bad, you would be much perkier if you were a coffee person. Anyways, come this way,” Sid started walking back in the direction of the flat, “We will need to get the car if you want to know where the others are located!”

“But, I don’t need to know where they are located, I’m not a coffee person!”

“Oh please, you know they don’t just serve coffee in cafés!” Sid almost sounded cynical.

“Ok, fine, it’s just my headache talking,” he hinted, stuffing his hands into his pockets and lifting his eyes towards the sky. It was then he decided to ask, “Can’t we take a cab back at least?”

“They never take you when you only have a short distance to go—like around the corner,”

Eddy furrowed his brows at him, then, shaking his head, settled for following him in silence. Sid would talk every now and then, but Eddy couldn’t make sense of his words after a while, because he was getting sleepier by the second!

When at last he was looking once again at the number 12, Eddy sighed. “Would you be so kind enough as to allow me to take a nap here?” he pathetically asked.

Smiling, Sid answered, “Of course! Later. Now, come on, this is my car,” he opened the door of a black car of a make Eddy couldn’t perceive. Needless to say, his eyes weren’t exactly working properly at that moment. Without another question, he climbed into the car. At least it was a seat.

Eddy didn’t at all comprehend where they were going, which way they were headed, and the names of the places Sid would list. He simply rested his head back, every now and then taking advantage of an opportunity to close his eyes. It felt like thirty minutes of driving before Eddy had at last decided to listen to what Sid was saying. “Ah yes, and like I mentioned before, if you have any pictures you think I could use, you would have to present them in the building, selling them to my editor. So I will take you there, so you’ll know where to go. I have to pick something up there anyways,” He turned onto another street and headed straight for a while, every so often taking a gander at Eddy, as if making sure he was still awake.

It was a long drive, but too short when they had at last stopped. Eddy wiped his forehead, trying to cease the pounding, and at last got out the car. The building was tall—taller than the flat—and it had many windows that Eddy could see people working, running back and forth, talking professionally. He couldn’t help but wonder how Sid is in this job. He figured he must not be good if he is running low on money.

He quietly followed Sid into the building, and into an lift until they were in the fifth floor which, to be honest, wasn’t agreeing with Eddy. He saw Sid gesture to an office with a large window through which he could see a man at a desk, working, “That’s the editor, and you would go to him if you have anything we could use,”

He walked onward, and into a small room with a petit desk, with papers disorderly on the surface, a rather good model computer that was obviously provided by the job, and a swivel chair which Sid had moved to open the drawer. Eddy decided to at last speak, “So, this is your office?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “Most people would hate its size but I rather like it,” He quickly leafed through the handful of papers, then separated them, keeping about four or five in his hand, then placing the others back into the drawer. “Ok, come on,” he said, heading for the door.

They had only made it a few paces away from the office before a small group of women had stopped him, “Mr. Dunn! What are you doing here on your day off?” one asked.

“Oh, I forgot some notes I’m doing for a story,” he charmingly answered. Eddy was definitely in no mood to stand to listen—or worse: possibly get introduced—so he inched away until he noticed a bloke searching through a box of papers, and take a questionable glance at Sid, then back to what he was doing. Eddy found that peculiar, so he decided that if he were going to talk to anybody, it was probably going to be him.

“Hey,” he said.

The bloke furrowed his brows, and looked down at him, “…Are you new in the building?” he asked.

“No, no, I don’t work here at all,” he quickly answered, “That bloke over there brought me here,” he pointed to Sid.

Eddy was late to notice an odd expression form on the other young man’s face, “…Why?”

“You know how you can shop for a flat in the newspaper? Well, his flat was the most promising, but it turns out that apparently his sister was just trying to trick someone into moving in with him because he can’t pay his own rent!”

The man was silent for a short while, “I…didn’t know any of that,” for some reason, he kind of chuckled, that Eddy recognized as shyness. “He has a sister?”

Eddy shrugged, “To be honest, I don’t really know. But I would believe it because of the lengths he’s going through to keep me from wanting it.”

“If you’re going through trouble, why take it?

Eddy pondered the thought for a moment, then he spoke, “Well, after a while, you kind of want it.” the other bloke laughed, looking away.

All the while Eddy was talking to Sid’s colleague, Sid was busy talking to those women, at first not realizing that Eddy had gone astray, “Oh yes, and this is—” he turned, was gesturing, then saw that Eddy was further from them, not even in ear’s reach, so he instantly turned back to the women, his face suddenly severe, “My sister has crossed the line this time!” he hissed.

“She’s done it again?” asked the dark-haired one.

“It’s worse this time. She put an ad in the paper!” they all gasped upon hearing this, then Sid continued, “An ad that listed half the rent. Who knows how many people are trying to get a hold of it! Suppose there are drug addicts or alcoholics, or simply freaks!”

They gasped again, and one asked, “And what about that bloke? Is he any of those?”

Sid glanced back at him again, talking away with someone Sid didn’t exactly care to notice, then turning back to them, he said, “It’s difficult to tell,” with another short gander, he continued, “He’s quite jetlagged at the moment, I’m expecting him to pass out any minute,” he let out a soft, evil chuckle. Then, with a sigh, he added, “He’s tough to scare off.”

“Well, suppose he isn’t any of those,” started a shorter, lighter-haired one, “What would you do?”

“I’m not about to share living space with a total stranger!” Sid replied, with an obvious smirk, “I wonder how long he’ll last…”

Back with Eddy and the bloke, he had decided to ask, “So, I take it you and Dunn are not friends?”

The bloke was flabbergasted for a moment, and so was late to respond, “Well, …we were friendly…when I was new here,”

It was then Eddy realized that he must have been one of those “awkward” encounters about which Sid had briefed him, so Eddy quickly added, “Sorry if I keep asking about him, I just want to know what I’m dealing with, is all,” he smiled politely.

“Oh, no,” the bloke shook his head, “No, it’s fine! It’s fine… Um, …I guess I would say that he’s a charmer. He doesn’t try to be one, that’s just his manner,”

“Really?” that was an odd description: a charmer who doesn’t try to charm. Not many people have such natural charisma!

“Yeah,” he nodded, “It’s like a spell. You can’t avoid it! Everyone just winds up liking him,” he dropped his head once again.

Eddy now was sure that Sid was specifically talking about this bloke, that for some reason he didn’t feel awkward or considerate to ask, “Do you fancy him?”

His eyes widened, horrified, then he chuckled, as if that were the silliest thing he had ever heard, “No!” he shook his head hastily, “No! of c-course not!”

“Ok, ok! I’m sorry,” Eddy apologized, “It’s just, the way you were describing him—sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,”

“It’s fine,” replied the man, scratching the back of his neck, “To really describe him: he’s an arse.”

“That makes sense,” Eddy agreed. It was then when Sid had approached them, suddenly looking very proper when he noticed the bloke, that simply confirmed Eddy’s suspicions. With a “charming” smile, Sid greeted him, “Duke,”

Shyly, Duke replied, “You could call me Richard, but…” he shrugged afterwards, and allowed his eyes to fall to the papers in his hand.

Immediately turning to Eddy, he said, “There is still so much to see! …Um,” he suddenly looked hard in thought, then snapped his fingers three times, as though he forgot something that must be remembered.

Eddy quickly figured out what it was, but was late to speak, mainly to take time to glare at him, “…Eddy?” he tried.

“Eddy!” he then started walking towards the lifts, “Well, come on! We mustn’t waste time!”

As Eddy was sluggishly following him, Duke had hesitantly started, “Uh…Mr. Dunn,” Eddy did notice that Duke suddenly became much more awkward when Sid had turned to look at him, “…Don’t be late for work tomorrow,” he cutely smiled in conclusion.

Another charming smirk, then he replied, “I won’t be,”

With a shrug, Duke mentioned, “You always say that, and every time you wind up being nearly an hour late,” he had switched the top page to the back, then he added, “And Eddy!”

For a moment, Eddy was shocked that he had caught his name, but stopped to look at him.

He delayed speaking, “You will fall for the spell.”

A pause, Eddy then turned around to look at Sid, who seemed clueless about a “spell”, looking up and down him, then he turned back to Duke, and very easily he answered, “No, I won’t,”

Duke smiled, then nodded, but he still said again, “Yes, you will,” then he added below his breath, “Everyone does.”

As they were exiting the building, Eddy let out a very long yawn, then scrunched his face with the pounding of his head afterwards. Massaging his forehead, he remembered that as they were leaving the lift, Sid had asked him something. “Oh, what did you say?”

“What were the two of you talking about?” he repeated, casually.

“Oh,” Eddy was late to really respond, still trying to ignore his sleepiness, “You,” easily, something he wouldn’t say so bluntly, but at the moment, he couldn’t care less!

“Me?” that certainly shocked him. “What did I do?”

“Nothing, just trying to find stuff out—he called you an arse,” so mellow he was talking now, as if everything he was saying meant absolutely nothing.

“He would, wouldn’t he?” Sid mumbled, not really meaning for Eddy to hear him.

“So, I take it he was the ‘awkward situation’?”

As he made his way around the front of the car, towards the street, Sid simply said, “Yes.”

Stopping before opening the door, Eddy tried to fish out some more from him, “…Well? What’d he do?”

Sid simply smirked at him as he crawled into his car. Considering the fact that they don’t know each other, Eddy left it at that, and got into his seat, too.

“So, whereto next?” he asked, voice suddenly sounding extremely scratchy.

Face as bright as the sun again, “All the essentials, of course!” he said, then the car began to move.

He wasn’t sure how many places they had passed by, but he did remember Sid telling him that there was a supermarket that did sell quick and cheap meals. Then, suddenly, he parked without a word as of where they were, and he got out the car. “What? Where are we?” Eddy asked, as he had dosed off for a few minutes.

“Walking,” Sid answered, flatly.

“No, no more walking—!” Eddy attempted to protest.

“Yes, come on!” Beginning to move, Eddy had no choice but to get out the car and follow.

He felt as though he were going to topple over many times, and he just knew that the hour was probably only just turning one, so he asked, “What time is it?”

Checking his watch, he replied, “Little after two.” Eddy let out a sigh of exhaust, then Sid added, “We can stop here to eat,” his voice was cheerful again, which went strangely with his deep voice.

“I’m not very hungry,” tiredly, Eddy mentioned.

“Of course you are,” this time, Sid actually did look as though he didn’t believe Eddy wasn’t hungry, since they had been moving constantly for hours.

Within the little eatery, Eddy’s headache got worse and worse, it seemed. He was delighted when they were brought to a table. Immediately upon sitting down, he propped his arm on the surface, and rested his head in his hand. He let out an exhausted and irritated groan as he closed his eyes. He was thankful for the silence, but he eventually decided to glance over at Sid, finding it strange that he didn’t say anything yet, and he saw his hands clasped together and pressed against his lips, with his eyes pointing downward, as though he were deep in thought. A few more seconds, then Eddy at last spoke, “Look, Sebastian—”

“I thought we agreed on Sid,” he flatly replied, sounding much like he did the very moment they met, with his rehearsed announcement.

A pause before speaking, “…Right,” There was more silence in between, until Eddy finally broke it, saying, “So, that’s it, then?” he saw Sid furrow his brows questioningly, though he didn’t look at Eddy, “That’s the ‘test’? Because none of this is making me not want the flat. In fact, with all the trouble I’m going through for it, I want it even more!”

At last, Sid looked at him, then smirked. He said, “The day isn’t over yet.”

“No,” Eddy replied, leaning back in his seat, “No, it is not.” He buried his face in his hands and attempted to massage his head. Silence had engulfed their table once again as Eddy tried to wake up, and Sid kept thinking.

A waitress had come and taken their orders, and Sid didn’t even notice that Eddy didn’t even look at the menu, and just ordered what he was having. So when she left, Sid at last looked across to him, “Where would you like to go next?” he asked, as though he ran out of ideas.

“I would like to go sleep,” Eddy hotly mentioned.

Not catching the hint (or ignoring it), Sid shook his head, “No,” he replied, casually, “Maybe I can show you where the pubs are!” he looked giddy and bright again, that finally Eddy grimaced.

“I don’t want a drink,” he said, now wishing he had waited a day before seeing the flat.

“Oh no, just driving by,” with a clap of his hands, and a very suspiciously ecstatic grin, he added, “It’ done! After we eat, we are going to see the pubs!” he didn’t even try to protest this time, so he picked at his food when it came, waited for Sid to finish, then he followed him to the street.

By now he was a zombie. It was after three, still driving around London, hearing Sid’s now annoying voice rambling on and on about something Eddy had no idea, until at last he came to the final straw. “Ah!” he yelled, not yet noticing a strange grin glued on Sid’s face, “Look! Just take me back to the house so I can sleep for a few hours, then I’ll be able to think!”

When his eyes met with Sid, the grin was wiped from his face, “You sure, because there’s much more to—”

“I’m sure!” Eddy yelled, then he grabbed his head, trying to ease the pounding that was now worse than ever. Sid decided that it was indeed enough, so he turned the car around and began headed for Hyde Park Street, which was actually about twenty minutes from where they were.

They walk the flight of stairs to the third floor, then Sid leads him to the guest bedroom. “You can sleep here,” he said. Without even realizing that it was a twin mattress, Eddy fell onto the bed, not bothering getting beneath the covers. There was silence before Sid suggested, “Shall I turn out the light—?”


Switching the light off, Sid closed the door behind him and finally left him alone. It felt so good, lying in a bed after wishing to do so the second he had stepped off that train! Eddy knew that Sid was doing all that on purpose, because no one would be just that blind to someone else, completely ignoring the fact that someone is not one hundred percent! Eddy was actually pondering on not taking it. In fact, he decided the second he fell onto the bed that he was going to look for a hotel later that day, so that he could really find a flat.

It seemed as though only a minute had passed when Eddy looked at the clock beside his bed and saw that it was 10:30. He couldn’t believe he had slept that long! It was really only supposed to be a nap. Now he has to spend the night. Eddy severely despised that thought, but decided that he was going to get up and look around. After all, Sid must be sleeping by now, especially if he supposedly has work just the following day.

Silently, he opened his door to a dark hallway, immediately before him is the hook on which Sid hangs his coat. He peered down both ways, knowing that the way to the left is where the reception room is, but wondered about the way to the right. He figured that Sid’s bedroom was there, so he decided to head left, though eventually noticed that there was light through the cracks of the door. Investigating, Eddy very quietly peeked inside just to see that Sid wasn’t sleeping, but back at his desk, with the laptop on, and he was reading attentively over the papers he had gotten from his office that afternoon. Eddy did remember that when he had come in here first, Sid was working, then he stopped to—as Eddy would put it—bullshit him. He knew he was working on something for his job, but it also seemed more than that when he noticed Sid despairingly drop his papers onto the desk, and brush his fingers through his hair, as though he were overwhelmed. Eddy, believe it or not, felt sorry for him.


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