dream a little bigger, darling [blaine]

[oscar rowan o'callaghan]

[/b] he commented dryly. Oz had a fairly thick Irish accent, the very sort that many people would struggle to understand during times of his intoxication or generally when Oz was speaking quite fast. It always took him by surprise when people couldn't understand what he was saying. Oz knew very well that the place they were moving into wouldn't be exactly fantastiic, but it wasn't like he'd been expecting much. Neither of them could afford too much, so they'd get their money's worth really. Oz was beginning to imagine a shed... and that was if they were lucky. The further they drove out of town, the more he imagined a cardboard box with a divider in the middle trying to pass itself off a two bedroom apartment.
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[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine stared quite aimlessly out of the front windscreen, not really paying much attention to anything at all. Despite never having driven on the right of the road, his confident- some would say cocky- style meant he had few worries about being overly careful or observant. He just sat back in his seat, tirelessly watching street after street of houses pass them. Smart , cloned middle class estates followed by average family houses, followed by slightly worse for wear looking apartments. The green fields of Ireland seemed a long, long way away.

Oz had obviously picked up on the fact that the houses were getting significantly worse the closer they got towards their final destination. Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother’s assured moan, not surprised by his negative outlook on the whole thing. “If ye give it a chance, ye might actually fucking like it” he retorted in a strong Irish drawl, keen to quiet the grumbles of his younger sibling. Seeing Oz delve into the box of cigarettes, Blaine reached over with one hand and took one for himself, holding it between his pursed lips as he snatched the lighter and lit it up. He inhaled a deep breath in of the tarry smoke and then slowly blew it out, throwing back the lighter before taking the cigarette between his fingers and returning both hands to the steering wheel. ”It’s not going to be a fucking castle is it? But it’s a new start”

Taking another deep breath from his cigarette, Blaine heard the well spoken American voice of the sat-nav kick in, alerting them they were nearly there. He slowed down a little as he scoured the number on the apartments, finally pulling up alongside number fourty two, a small and slightly crumby looking first floor flat. He could already sense the comments approaching from his brother as he switched off the engine and stepped out onto the pavement. It had four walls, a roof and a door, everything they really needed in a house. And for two lads with the very most limited amount of funds, it was all they could really ask for. Blaine shielded his eyes from the sun and looked up at the place for a few more moments before turning back to the car, considering what the best plan was for getting all their stuff up there.

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[oscar rowan o'callaghan]

[/b] he drawled back, watching his brother reproachfully as he stole a cigerette from the packet. He didn't protest though, simply averting his gaze out side again, as if he was turning a blind eye to his brother's petty theft of his cigarettes. Blaine was all he had left right now, their family were thousands of miles away, so keeping on good terms with Blaine was essential. They both argued and bantered like brothers were prone to doing, but for the most part they were still here together. Nothing had changed on that front of things. Their background and childhood was something neither of them could shake, and their incessant arguing with par for the course, almost.

Oz felt the car slow to a crawl and he turned to look at the row of apartments in front of them. He glanced ruefully at his brother, but quickly sat up in the car seat and leaned over slightly to get a better look at number forty-two.
"Christ," Oz muttered, taking a drag on the cigarette. It seemed to be standing - which was a plus point in Oz's mind. He took a second to take it all in and shrugged lightly, opening his passenger door of the car and slamming it behind him. It was acceptable, given what was around them. It seemed to be quite the area, Oz thought, probably full of the same kind of characters like his brother and himself. Beautiful, he thought with a wry smile. It seemed to him like the pair of them were going to fit in better than he'd ever imagined. That, however, was not a good thing, and not something that would encourage Blaine and himself to seek to better themselves. Perhaps living in a place where they'd be seen as outcasts would have a better effect on their way of life. Here they were just one amongst many. Too bad, Oz thought, smiling across at his brother as the sun glared across at them. At least they were home.[/color][/size][/ul]

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine acknowledged his brother’s smile but didn’t return the gesture, instead pursing his cigarette between his lips for another deep drag, turning to look thoughtfully as the contents of their car. Despite the baggage allowance they seemed to have managed to bring quite an impressive array of bags. Mostly filled with rubbish, Blaine imagined. He knew he at least had crammed his bag with far too many pot noodles, knowing he would cope for very little time in America without a Bombay Bad Boy. They were pretty much all he had lived off since he had got out. He had very few items of actual use, such as clothes, but he figured he would at least not starve in the foreseeable future.

”Right ye lazy shite” he decided, taking the cigarette between his fingers and heading towards the boot of the car ”Are ye gunna stand there being a whingy arse or come and do something?”. Blaine was a man who never cared to sugarcoat his words and whilst his deadpan delivery often implied he was genuinely pissed about things, he rarely meant anything more than a little banter by his words. He opened up the boot and stared in for a few moments before grabbing a holdall with his spare hand and throwing it over his shoulder, pausing to stand and wait for Oz.

How this would all work out Blaine was unsure, but they had to try. If they stayed in Ireland Oz would carry on in his downward spiral, eventually also enjoying few years away care of Her Majesty. If it took moving across the Atlantic to sort the boy out then so be it, because Blaine really didn’t want to see his little brother screw things up like he had. A new place, new people, and a newly reformed brother may just be enough to get Oz on the right track, but Blaine wasn’t entirely convinced. Oz was a drawn to trouble, much like he had been, and Blaine feared that a change of scenery would do little in the long run to change this attitude.

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[/b] Oz replied, glancing around at his brother. He took another drag on the cigarette and hesitated for a second. His brother would have no qualms about kicking his arse all the way back across the atlantic if he didn't pull his weight for once. Tutting slightly Oz headed towards the boot of the car, picking out his own holdall and swinging it across his shoulders like his brother had done. Unlike Blaine, his bags were full of clothes and other material items. Food hadn't been such a concern for Oz, as the cocaine he frequented allowed into his body quelled most of his appetite. Occasionally he would eat, but he found it less of a pressing matter. He'd probably end up living off his brother's food, because he'd packed almost none of his own. Blaine would give it to him too - especially if Oz took it on the sly. However, his brother would know only too well when Oz had been sneaking food.

Oz glanced back at the house, shaking his head as he picked up another bag. There wasn't exactly much room for them to take stuff over. They didn't have the money to ship everything they needed across the sea. So they stuck to the essentials and the things of personal value to them. Oz balanced his cigarette in between his fingers as he held the bag in the same hand, the holdall still across his shoulders. He started making his way to the door of the apartment, stopping to swear profusely when ash from his cigarette dropped down onto his dark jeans. He reached the door and turned around, assuming Blaine would have the keys on him.
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[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine slammed the car boot once Oz had his bag out. He wasn’t giving Oz any choice in the matter and he was sure his brother knew that. If Oz wasn’t going to pull his weight he was damn well out on his ear- Blaine had done enough for his brother already, in fact he had probably done a lot more than she should have. Blaine had just spent nearly two years inside for Oz, the least the shitebag could do was put a little bit of effort into this.

The holdall hanging heavily over his shoulder, Blaine followed Oz up towards the apartment, managing his cigarette more carefully. Blaine looked up at his brother as he spoke, smirking somewhat ”Or we could just fucking unlock it” he said dryly whilst trying not to smile more at his brother’s bravado. Holding the fag between his lips, he delved into his pocket for the key. It was such a typical thing for Oz to say- why take the normal approach to something when you could take the aggressive and risky approach? At one point Blaine would have probably have been high enough or stupid enough to think this a good idea but right now, the conventional approach to getting into the apartment seemed far preferable. Maybe he had lost his spirit or maybe he was just painfully sober and jetlagged, but the idea of smashing their own front door in didn’t appeal hugely. Pulling the keys out he passed them to Oz, figuring it would be easier for him to unlock it as he was in front than for them to bash their bags around trying to swap places in the narrow porchway.

This was it, he thought. They were just about to enter a new chapter in their lives and neither of them really knew what that entailed. Would the two Irish bad boys fit into the respectable town of Lipton? Would Oz change his ways? Could Blaine keep up his new clean living lifestyle? Well, relatively clean living, he pondered, taking another breath in of smoke. There was some things he wasn’t planning on giving up on. ”No turning back now Oz..” he said somewhat ominously as he waited for him to let them in.