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Title: ‘Ford’
Author: Flood_Lights

Disclaimer: Entirely Fictional Events
AU

Chapter: 1/?
Notes: This is pretty much my first fic, and I’m pretty much making this up as I go along so bear with me. And suggestions welcome of course. :)

Title: ‘Ford’
Author: Flood_Lights

Disclaimer: Entirely Fictional Events
AU

Chapter: 1/?
Notes: This is pretty much my first fic, and I’m pretty much making this up as I go along so bear with me. And suggestions welcome of course. :)

 

 

                                                   More about Billy

                                                         Prologue

On Monday the 29^th of November, a thirty five year old man by the name of William (Billy) Boyd awoke the very same way he had for the last month. He awoke to the in-consistent unbearably and annoyingly penetrating beeping of some lunatic who’d taken up the hobby of driving past his bedroom window and seven every morning. Exactly seven. Every morning, He also woke up to find his tabby cat perched on his chest, digging in her claws in a mockery of actual genuine affection. Billy had o doubt that she just wanted food, ah the fickle loyalties of cats.

       ‘Bloody hell’ He cursed in a thick Scottish accent as he tried to detangle himself from his sheets, the beeping continued and his cat made disgruntled sounds as he tried to move. After being unceremoniously dumped by the side of the bed, she stalked out of the bedroom complaining all the while.

        At seven thirty five, the beeping stopped and Billy showered ready to be in work by nine. He lived on the outskirts of Glasgow; he’d lived his whole life in the city, except a period in his twenties where he went to University in London. And even then he only stayed long enough to get his degree and be able to use the tube without getting lost. His house was small and painted a light shade of blue, he had a garden with a bench, a pond, a green house and some flowers when they could survive the weather.

         He joint-owned a bookshop with his best friend, Sean, who was blonde, a bit chubby and had the most adorable family. The shop, ‘Linger longer’ was filled with first and second hand books, organised in no particular order unless you knew what you were looking for. Between the books there ran a model train set, it was delightful but a monster to polish. That’s why they had a third member of staff, Elijah, a part time university student.

        Billy was a lucky sort of man, he was never unfortunate enough to be really poor or alone, true he lost his parents at a young age, but he was never really left wanting for anything. In university he gained a two-one in English Literature and did a post grad in creative writing, which led to him regularly having short stories posted in the local newspaper. A hobby of his that went along with the gardening and the baking. His life would and has been called boring by some, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

       He didn’t own a car, but if he did, he’s sure it’d be blue. As it was he had a bicycle for good days and in poorer weather he took the bus. It cost him £1.70 to get to work, and it would this morning, it was raining.

       Billy smiled as he pushed open the wooden door of his shop, the sign had already been flipped, so Sean was already in.

    ‘Mornin’’ A voice came through from the back room, followed by the figure of his friend. Sean carried two mugs, one had the image of a cow playing a guitar on it, they both contained tea. The cow mug was passed to Billy,

 ‘Two sugars should wake you up.’ Billy smiled as he took the cow mug and had his first caffeine fix of the day.

 ‘How was the recital?’ He asked, Sean had attended his daughters flute recital the previous evening, she was eight.

   ‘Oh, it was great!’ Sean said with a grin, ‘I had no idea she could do that.’

   ‘That’s great, Elijah in today?’ Casual conversation flowed as Billy straightened books and Sean readied the till for the day.

    ‘Nah, he’s ‘ill’’

    ‘Oh?’

    ‘Nice way of saying ‘hangover’’
    ‘Cheeky sod’

     ‘Ah, he’s usually good, we’ll let him get away with it this time, Mondays are quiet anyway.’

     ‘True enough. Damn car woke me up again this morning.’
     ‘Really? It’s been weeks now.’

     ‘A month, seven every morning. It’s insane.’

Just as Sean predicted, it was a quiet day in the shop, a few university students looking for background reading and Craig who worked in the coffee shop across the road and made the best latte. He’s been buying the Robert Jordan series in instalments for the last two months, today was book ten.

      It was Craig’s latte that Billy spilt over his shirt that afternoon, the dark hot liquid soaked through the pale green cotton and into the white t-shirt he wore below. He mopped up the counter and wiped his hands as he surveyed the damaged self inflicted upon his last clean shirt.

     ‘Eugh, s’pose it’s laundry day anyway,’ billy looked distastefully at the stain and Sean laughed,

     ‘Get yourself home, it’s four anyway, we can close up early.’

     ‘Y’sure?’

     ‘Yeah, jump in the car if y’like, I’ll give you a lift home.’

     ‘Thanks, next bus isn’t ‘till quarter to.’

Closing early was one of the finer points of running your own business. When Billy arrived home, he was greeted by his cat, who was no less irate than she had been that morning. After receiving a scratch on the head, she happily complained at him all the way to the front door, ‘All that eh?’ Billy asked as he let himself in. Another sound and he went about the task of feeding Pippin.

       He put his clothes in the wash and contemplated doing some work in the greenhouse as he washed some dishes from that morning. The weather was still bleak, so he decided against it and decided to curl up with a book instead.

        This was his life, sometimes Sean asked him if he was happy, if he wasn’t ready for another relationship. But Billy always replied that he had his cat, and his job and that was enough. But if he was truthful with himself, and on occasion he was, he found he did want more. He had relationships in the past, but only one serious one, which had ended four years ago in September. He had loved Karl, but they just didn’t fit. Karl wanted excitement, adventure. He wanted to travel and Billy wanted peace. He ended up moving to New Zealand to work outside there, he still spoke to Billy on the phone sometimes. Billy sighed to himself, maybe one day he’s find someone else before it was too late. Live life instead of just reading about it.

     The next morning he woke unusually early due to having forgotten to close his curtains the night before, at seven he caught the first sight of his beeping menace. It was a pale yellow 1974 Ford escort with no hubcaps being driven by a young blonde man. Billy shook his head and continued with his day, as the car continued to beep.

Comments

[darkerbreed.livejournal.com]

Interesting ideas, i like the little descriptive details. I hope to see more of it soon.

[randomdomlijluv.livejournal.com]

It's good! :)

The details give it an interesting feel and i definitely like where the story is going.

Do you need a beta? I'm currently very bored with my summer and looking for something to keep myself occupied..

[flood-lights.livejournal.com]

Wow! :) That's so nice. If you like, I'll probably post the first chapter in the next week or so, and if you like it still . . . :) My exams end the week after next, so I'll probably have bugger all to do.
And having a beta would probably give me great incentive to keep writing, and that'd be truely great.

[randomdomlijluv.livejournal.com]

i'd love to :) you can email me at forgetregrets@hotmail.com