"We could use some luck," Beau agreed, chuckling lightly as he glanced towards Vien, beginning to make his way up the stairs on the bus. He fished out a few cents from his jacket, managing to pay for both of them as he moved towards a seat near the back.
"Now if only we could get l-lucky all the time," Vien chuckled, sitting down next to Beau. He leaned his head on the other boy's shoulder a bit, making sure his duffel bag and satchel were safely around his shoulder
"Then we can just throw a few pennies in a fountain and hope for the best," Beau answered, a faint smile crossing his lips as he took Vien's hand in his own, glad that their was barely anyone on the bus.
"Yep. Might throw a whole w-wallet in there just to make sure," Vien laughed, giving Beau's hand a small squeeze. He liked that he was able to display some sort of affection in public, even if it was as simple as hiding their hands on a bus
Beau laughed, a small grin spreading across his face as he leaned against Vien faintly, glad that he was near them. "Lots of praying wouldn't be a bad idea either," He added as he glanced up at Vien, a dorky smile on his face.
"You aren't wrong," Vien said, mirroring Beau's smile happily. He tapped the other boy's nose, laughing a little as he did so. He glanced out the window, suddenly realizing that they were almost at Beau's stop. He waited for the bus to slow before standing, letting go of Beau's hand for a moment so he could walk out
Beau laughed a bit as he got up after Vien, making his way down the stairs slowly in order to not jostle his ribs too much. He led Vien towards his old house down the street, pushing the rusted gate open and beginning to step up onto the porch. There were a few calls and laughing from inside as Beau pushed the rickety door open, peering inside at the three people in the living room.
"Cal. Walker. I'm starting to think that you guys live at my house more than your own," Beau called out, chuckling a bit as he walked in. His brother and the two were huddled on the couch, empty bottles of beer laying around them as they watched an old tape.
"Yeah, yeah. Where have you been, Teller?" The older, dark-haired boy answered, glancing up for a few moments from the screen. Lucky looked up as well, focusing his gaze on Vien for a few moments. Beau looked strangely similar to him, except for that his brother had hazel eyes.
"At my house. We were g-grabbing pizza," Vien said, gesturing with the pizza box still in one hand. He glanced over at Beau, wishing he could give him some sort of thumbs up or something to assure him they'd be fine
"Beau has friends? Since when?" Walker spoke up, ruffling Beau's white-blonde hair as he walked past, grabbing a beer from a pack and tossing one to Cal on the couch. Lucky continued to watch Vien in an almost cautious way before he glanced back down, suddenly finding interest in his bottle.
"Yeah, I've got some friends, surprisingly. What have you guys been doing here this whole time?" Beau asked as he glanced over at Vien, a small smile on his face as he nodded to reassure him as well.
"Well, Lucky got a new girlfriend and Cal probably lost his," Walker answered, shrugging a bit as he plopped down on the couch again as the dark-haired boy punched him in the shoulder playfully. The two older Greasers had always been there for Lucky and Beau so they were almost like their family in a way.
Vien chose not to comment, instead setting the pizza down on one of the tables before turning to Beau. "Is there somewhere I can put my s-stuff?" he asked Beau, gesturing to his duffel bag
"Yeah, you can put it in my room I'll show you to it," Beau answered, rubbing his sides a bit as he ignored Lucky's hard look. His brother had never been the 'open' type to new people, so he would have to convince him later. Cal and Walker began to shout incoherent things at the television as Beau nodded towards the hallway, motioning for Vien to follow after him.
Vien followed after Beau, feeling a little self-conscious under Lucky's gaze. He honestly hoped that Beau's brother would eventually warm up to him. He adjusted his bags, making sure for what seemed like the hundredth time that they were all there
"Sorry about my brother. He's never been quite the same since our parents…left." Beau mumbled, feeling a bit odd for mentioning anything about his family. After a few moments, he opened the door to his room. There were two rickety beds and only a few possessions strewn across; photographs, books and a few packs of cigarettes.
"It's okay, I u-understand," Vien assured him. He took in the room for a few moments, rubbing at the back of his neck absently. "Do I…get a bed?" he asked slowly, not knowing if one of the beds was Lucky's or not. He didn't mind either way, really. He had slept on park benches and floors for years before
"Yeah, we've got another one anyways," Beau answered, smiling a bit as he motioned towards the one on the right as he kneeled down and picked up a few things off the ground. There were close to a dozen different novels on the ground as he carefully placed them on a shelf. Most of the Greasers made of fun of his small reading obsession, but Beau hadn't stopped.
"Thanks," Vien said, a small smile crossing his face. If he was being honest with himself he would prefer sharing a bed with Beau, but it was probably a little too soon for him to be asking things like that. He wandered over to his new bed, setting his duffel bag to the side but keeping his satchel on. He set the duffel bag in the corner, deciding he didn't need to unpack just yet
"I'm sorry if Lucky doesn't warm up to you in a while," Beau answered softly as he walked towards Vien, taking their hand in his own gently. He pressed a soft kiss to their forehead, pushing himself up a bit on his toes in order to do so.
“It’s alright. I’m not the e-easiest to warm up to, so I would understand,” Vien replied softly, leaning forward a little to make it easier for Beau to kiss his forehead
"You were pretty easy for me to warm up to," Beau mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Vien's waist, glad that the door to the room was closed. Knowing his friends, they would be surrounding the television for a while.
“Probably because you h-had the hots for me,” Vien teased, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy as he pressed a few kisses to his cheek
"Probably," Beau answered, laughing softly as he leaned against Vien, pressing a few kisses against their collarbone. He had thought that Vien was cute when they first met, but now that he had really gotten to know them, Beau especially liked him for his personality.
“But that’s alright. I thought you were so cute w-when I first saw you I could barely talk,” Vien chuckled, holding Beau a little closer to his chest as he smiled
"Well, I thought you passed 'Beau's Speaking Test' with flying colors," He answered, leaning his head against Vien's chest as he rubbed their back gently.
“Really now?” Vien chuckled, moving so that he could sit on one of the beds. He laid down slowly, smiling as he tugged Beau closer to him
"Really," Beau answered, laughing as he pressed himself against Vien, a wide smile crossing his face. He wrapped his arm's around the other boy's middle, resting his head against their chest.
Vien chuckled a little, a hand moving to run gently through Beau’s hair. He continued to press kisses to the other boy’s face, still smiling as he did so
Beau smiled dorkily as he pressed a soft kiss to Vien's lips, glad that they could be next to each other one again. "You're so cute," He mumbled, as he leaned against Vien, glancing up at the other boy.
“Am not,” Vien protested with a small laugh. “You’re the cute one, r-remember?” he said as he pressed a few more kisses to Beau’s cheek
"I remember," Beau mumbled, making a small hum of agreement as he ran a hand through Vien's hair, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Vien laid there quietly for a minute, enjoying the fact that they had a little time to themselves. “Are you sure Lucky r-really won’t mind me around?” he eventually asked