![]() ![]() They blinked at you a moment before a voice came from the bed. They all stopped and turned eyes on you, making you feel timid suddenly. You knocked softly on the door and cleared your throat. A group of men stood there, laughing and talking. The bed wasn’t even visible with the amount of people surrounding it. You stood in the doorway and looked inside. It sounded like there was a party going on in the room that was your destination. Noise distracted you from your own anxiety. As if any second you would open your eyes and be back in your own bedroom, missing Shifty so much you would feel it in your bones. Your heels sounded so loud as they clicked toward his room. The hallway felt like the longest walk in the world. He was recovering from an injury, you couldn’t talk about your feelings just yet. Should you tell him right away your feelings were different? Or would that overwhelm him? Then, even worse, what if he didn’t feel the same? You were drawing a blank on what you were going to say though. It was on the second floor, so you had some time. So, free of your luggage, you headed toward the room number she gave you. “You’re awfully kind, thank you,” you said. I will send someone with them to you later.” She spoke English well, with a slight accent. The nurse gave you his room number, but she stopped mid-sentence when she saw your bags. You approached the front desk and gave the name of the person you were visiting. You took a deep breath and finally pushed the door open. It felt like a knot of nerves and excitement twisted up and sitting in your belly. You were going to see him for the first time in almost three years. Behind those plants of wood lay your dearest friend and love of your life. Until finally, you were standing outside the doors of a hospital. You were so close - so very close.Īfter the train, was a bus. There was a train ride after that would take you to Austria. One you’d only seen in the movies or read about in books. It hit you suddenly as you disembarked just how far away from home you were. You sighed, wondering if this ship could move any faster.Īfter another day and a half, you docked in France. As you gazed upon it now, you remembered more the boy who had been your companion all your life. When he first sent it to you, you told him in your return letter how handsome and grown up he looked. Standing on the ship, you looked at one picture you had kept out of the book. A lot of new things had happened to him, so your old memories had probably faded. You added decorations and wrote small captions on anything you thought he might need a refresher on. All the photos of you and Shifty as children, all the notes you passed to each other in class, letters throughout the war, carefully placed on pages and memorialized. To occupy yourself, you began creating a scrapbook. You wanted to tell him so desperately, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you said in a letter. When he was gone, you realized that you loved him. You couldn’t remember being apart from your best friend for this long and it was killing you. The only time you weren’t with him was when his dad took him hunting or fishing. You walked to and from school together, you played games together, and you grew into young adults together. But you and Shifty - who you called Darrell - became inseparable. Your fathers worked together, and your mothers became best friends. You and Shifty grew up right next door to each other. Plus, you had to tell him that you were in love with him. You decided to keep it a surprise, but now you were heading to a hospital instead of a hotel. A trip to Europe to go and see Shifty and surprise him. Luckily, the gift your parents had was right on time. Shifty had been in a car accident and would not be returning home for months. You, however, clutched a tear-stained letter to your chest and sank to the floor. Or maybe it was just a welcome distraction from the constant and aching worry in your heart.Ĭlosing your eyes to the sunset, you were back at home and seeing the looks on your parents’ faces as they presented you with a gift. Maybe it was because you hardly ever experienced it coming from a tiny town in the corner of Virginia. Even though it made your skin a little grimy, something about it was refreshing. Warning(s): This is extremely fluffy, it’s disgusting. Tag List: (if anyone else would like to be added to my permanent tag list, let me know!)Ī/N: Well, I did it and wrote a small fic for BoB! I’ve written for this fandom before but not on tumblr so I hope y’all enjoy it! I’m still thinking about opening up requests, so let me know if that’s something y’all are interested in. Only, things are slightly different between you now. ![]() Summary: You’re Shifty’s childhood best friend coming to see him during his recovery from the accident. ![]()
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