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| TheLostBoys | Jan 11 2018, 08:53 AM Post #1 |
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March 20th, 2005 A light rapping at the door precipitated a long-lasting and profound exhalation of breath that the 15 year old Dean Coulter hadn't realised he'd been holding in. He checked the time displayed on his cheap digital clock, it's dim neon clock-face the only illumination in his boarding room inside Harlin House of Brisbane Grammar School. With considerable care he crept from his bed to the door to answer. Every step tense and purposeful. He was conscious of every creak and groan. Even as he opened the door, it was inch-by-inch. Standing on the other end of the door was Sam Braxton, looking from one end of the boarding house hallway to the other. "You're late." Dean whispered. "Lay off mate. I almost got caught. Twice. Now let me in!" Sam Braxton slipped into the room and made himself comfortable on Dean's bed while Dean double checked for signs of pursuit, before closing the door and producing a laptop from a drawer in his desk. It was a day after Sam's 14th birthday and the arrangement was mostly his idea. Dean's room was viable because for the moment he didn't have a roommate and on the weekends Dean returned to his family on the Gold Coast. He wasn't actually sure what Sam did outside of school. The young boy was a bit of mystery. They had connected in detention, Sam caught putting firecrackers in the Principal's office and Dean for questioning his teacher's intelligence. Dean must have made an impression because shortly after that Sam had jumped in to defend Dean against 3 other senior students, all fairly bigger and known bullies. The memory still brought a smile to Dean's face, the younger Sam Braxton almost feral and fighting dirty, giving the seniors and run for their money. Despite getting a decent beating, Sam seemed to enjoy himself and from then very few kids messed with either of them again. "C'mon! Hurry up you fruit loop! Been waitin' for this all day!" Sam said, his excitement clear. Dean joined Sam on the bed, offering one bud of a set of headphones and then turning on the laptop, veiled by the blanket as to minimise the ambient light. "Happy Birthday Mate" Dean said, patting Sam on the shoulder as together they watched a streamed copy of a highly anticipated pay-per-view event by the Australasian Wrestling Federation. Something Dean had saved some of his allowance for. Professional wrestling as it turned out was a common interest. "WHOA! Check out that fair dinkum moonsault! Wish I was a wrestler, pulling crazy move like that! Wouldn't have to worry about all this school stuff!" "Sam. What do you reckon I come visit you over the holidays?" "...Can you imagine it Dean! If we were a team we'd kick arse! And wouldn't have to take any shit from anybody anymore!" The response seemed to Dean more of a deflection but he decided not to press the matter further and just fell into silence, watching the rest of the show, the smile still very firmly upon his face. |
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