nicholas—benson:
Nick smiled and narrowed his eyes at the lad for a moment, liking his moxie and his abrasiveness. He could tell that there was something different about the lad, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He just knew that for some reason, even though he said he was tough and could handle himself, Nick still felt the need to look out for him. Like he would a kid brother, so that’s what he decided to do.
“Mmhmm, if that’s what you want to do, Alan, I don’t see why we can’t. Let’s see if we can find a nice abandoned building around here and climb up the back stairs to a rooftop,” Nick said, as he stood up from the park bench and scanned around them for a minute. He laughed when he saw a building to their right, just down the lane that looked quite abandoned, so he motioned for the lad to follow him.
“Come on then, lad, there’s a nice tall building just down the lane here, and it looks as if it’s really quite abandoned. I don’t think the coppers patrol this area too much, and even if they do, we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just sitting on top of a building looking out over the City.”
Nick grabbed Alan’s arm and moved him swiftly down the still crowded lane, shoving aside another drunk and rowdy bunch who got in their path again. He looked around to see if there were any police lingering about, and when he saw the coast was clear, he opened the back door of the building and moved them up the rickety stairs to the very top floor.
Once up there, Nick was pleasantly surprised how beautiful and breathtaking London looked from so high up, especially at night. “Wow! This is really awesome, Alan. I think I can see my block of flats on Notting Hill from here. This what you wanted, lad? Is this up high enough for you?”
Alan was rather clueless with the man’s kindness, even more so unaware of his intentions that would ultimately keep him safer than he already was. A very ignorant and clueless lad, which is ironic considering his intelligence. Or perhaps book smarts, since he seemed rather clueless when it actually came down to life experience. It made sense in a good sort of way, meant that he had not experienced a lot of the bad things in life yet.
At least, that’s what he portrayed and what seemed to be. The truth could be no different; though it meant his way of handling anything was off.
“Sweet!” The boy exclaimed as he gladly followed Nick to the chosen building. He would’ve had a building to recommend, one completely from memory, but the suggestion was good and he didn’t quite want to suggest or lead. Following others is not something he was used to, and he hardly wanted to complain.
Not letting himself be bothered by the crowds and keeping a tight hold of his older friends hand, they seemed to arrive with little to no trouble, with Alan double checking for any authorities that wouldn’t quite tolerate their harmless trespassing. Upon seeing the stairs, the lad ran straight up them, with the energy that only a child bore, for some reason, and soon they arrived at the top.
The sight was a marvelous one, just as Alan predicted, and he seemed to react as if he’s seen this many times before, which was true. But it wasn’t too often an event, as he’d usually have his little brother with him, and he’d end up tiring before reaching the rooftop. “This is spectacular! Hehe, I wish I could see my house from here… Yea, this is perfect Nick.”
(Source: theally)
