wl_fanfiction | Amis pour toujour (Friends Foever)

Hello; I'm new to this board but not not to the community....Here is a drabble called Friends Forever, which has turned into a series over on Wliia Love.....Hope you enjoy

It was freezing in Vancouver! Ryan was used to getting blown about – after living in the ‘Windy City’ how could he not but Damn Canada was COLD!

It had been Ryan’s first day in secondary School, he’d hated it! Most of the students spoke French fluently and hardly uttered a word of English! He remembered his parents telling that it would be good for him to learn a foreign language and this would give him a perfect opportunity - yeah right, how could it when he couldn’t even introduce himself! He’d actually been segregated for most of the day, being ferried around by ‘English speaking’ student trying to get a better grasp of English!

So there he was standing at the bus stop all alone as it started to snow again, surrounded by annoying French Canadians! Suddenly he had the strange feeling as if he was being watched; he tried to ignore it for a few seconds until he standing face to face with a boy, just a little shorter than him. Ryan said nothing as the other boy started talking to him French.

“Vous avez nouvelle raison?” he asked, looking at the tall boy with sandy blonde hair, after a few seconds he realised the boy did have a clue what he had just said to him.

“You’re new aren’t you?” he asked in his original tongue, smiling at Ryan with a genuine friendly smile.
“Yeah – how could ya tell?” Ryan asked dead pan, not sure if he really wanted to be friendly or not
“You look cold and your only wearing a thin jacket, here…” the boy said taking his scarf off and putting around Ryan’s neck, doubling it over to make it thicker.
“Thanks; you didn’t have to do that” Ryan muttered to the floor embarrassed
“Names Colin…” he said
“Ryan, I’m Ryan” he smiled now, seeing how Colin smiled back at him
“So what bus you waiting for?”
“Oh erm, the one going towards town” Ryan told him, not really remembering the route number.
“Snap – wanna ride together?” Colin asked shifting his backpack on his shoulder
“Sure – Colin…can I ask a question?” Ryan asked shyly
“Yeah a’ course”
“Are you originally Australian?” this made Colin looked at him and laughed good heartedly, Ryan looked at him looked above him embarrassed.
“No I’m originally from Scotland,” Colin told him and saw that Ryan looked really uncomfortable. Colin wasn’t going to have that; he’d finally made a real English speaking friend!
“Hey, I wasn’t laughing at you – I just get asked that a lot” Colin told him, putting his hand on Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan looked down at him then and felt the burn of his hand penetrating his jacket
“Sorry,” Ryan said as the bus pulled up
“Come on Ryan this is our bus!” Colin told him, grabbing his arm now, linking arms with him. Normally Ryan wasn’t one for physical contact; he didn’t even hug or kiss his Mum anymore! But for some reason he didn’t mind Colin holding onto him.

They sat about half way up the bus, Ryan sitting by the window at Colin’s insistence. They sat there in silence for a few minutes before Ryan heard someone shouting things on French

“Ce nouvel enfant est baiser laid!” {That new kid is fucking ugly!}
Ryan of course didn’t have a clue what that meant but next to him he felt Colin tense up
“You okay Col…” Ryan started before Colin turned around and glared at the kids at the back of the bus; they started laughing and then went on to chant their little phrase!
“Ce nouvel enfant est baiser laid!”
“What are they saying?” Ryan whispered into Colin’s ear, making him lean against Ryan
“You don’t want to know – they’re just being stupid!” Colin replied
“Sounds like they don’t like someone” Ryan said looking behind him briefly

This however only made them heckle more, getting more outrageous
“He Colin, don’t le votre nouvel ami? Est-il bons de la lit?” {Hey Colin, whose your new friend? Is he good in bed?”}
Colin turned around furiously and looked at Ryan
“Excuse me for a moment will you” he said to Ryan and left his seat heading towards the back of the bus
“Qu’avez –vous juste dit?” {What did you just say?} Colin said lowly, anger in his eyes

The boys didn’t say anything, but proceeded to laugh again only making things worse!
A few seconds later Colin was back in his seat and reaching for his bag;
“Fancy coming round mine for dinner?” Colin asked Ryan, hiding his hand
“Ah, sure if I can ring my Mom when I get to yours” Ryan said
“Sure, well this is our stop – come on” Colin said smiling.

They got off the bus and walked home together, Colin pointing out all the places of interest to Ryan. Colin gestured with his hands a lot and it didn’t take Ryan long to see the bruising and cuts on Colin’s knuckles.
“Col, what happened?” Ryan asked, taking the injured hand in his own and looking at intently; Colin sighed inwardly, Ryan holding his hand felt strangely nice
“Just a scrape” Colin muttered, trying to pull his hand away
“No it isn’t! Come here” Ryan said and pulled Colin’s hand up to his mouth, sucking at the blood to clean it.

Colin felt the blood rushing in his ears, this was REALLY weird! He hardly knew Ryan from Adam and here he was letting 5ft 9in boy suck at his hand to clean it!
Ryan wasn’t thinking much of anything as he sucked at the cool flesh – he only wanted to care for the boy who in the space of an hour had seemed to mean a hell of a lot to him!
“There that’s better” Ryan said as he licked his lips, tasting the slightest hint of Colin’s blood on his lips
“Thank you” Colin said, smiling shyly “Ryan can I teach you something in French?” Colin asked
“Sure – I’m gonna have to learn anyway” Ryan said wearily
“Amis pour toujour” Colin whispered into his ear, Ryan shivered a little bit
“W-what does that mean?” Ryan asked
“Friends Forever!” Colin smiled, linking arms with him again,
“Oui” Ryan laughed as did Colin – it was the only thing he knew in French!