fic: To The Stars (Chapter One)
Title: To The Stars (Chapter One)
Author: girl_in_stripes
Rating: PG-13 (for now- it'll go up.)
Pairing: Charlieisnotonfire, Cherimon
Disclaimer: I don't own these youtubers and I make absolutely no aspersions toward their sexualities.
Summary: Titanic!verse AU. Charlie McDonnell of the Bath McDonnell's is set to marry Lord Alex Day once the couple hits America after their voyage on the ship of dreams, the Titanic- but when he meets the mysterious and witty Daniel Howell, will things change for him?
Author's Note: This is what stems from watching Titanic over and over until you can quote the script. Also- "Name the Youtubers!" is a fun
“Alright,” Daniel Howell says, throwing a couple bills down onto the table of the smoky pub across from the shipping dock. He takes a gulp of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “All or nothing, closest on two bull and a bulls eye.” He turns to the man sitting beside him, Phil Lester, who nods. “Deal?”
The man sitting across from him looks at him partner. “That alright with you, Johnny?” He asks in a gruff American accent. The younger male beside him peers at the table, then back at the dartboard before nodding and throwing in whatever change he can fish out of his pocket, grumbling.
“I still can’t believe you bet the tickets, Todd.” The dark haired boy replies with an Irish accent. The other man huffs as he looks at the board.
“It was a moment of passion.” He says in a low voice. “I didn’t count on these two being better than they looked.” Todd motions to where Dan and Phil are talking quietly a few feet off. “I mean, look at them, the two together don’t look like they could aim their way out of a paper bag.”
“We gonna do this or what?” Johnny asks impatiently. “Who’s shooting for you?” Phil and Dan look at each other for a moment before Phil nods.
“I will.” Dan says surely, and Johnny nods.
“Todd, what do you think?” The heftier man rubs at his chin for a moment, fingers scratching along his beard.
“You’d better, Johnny.” He says, and the younger boy nods, walking towards Dan, taking the three darts from his hand.
He weighs the dart in his hand before firing it off quickly, watching as it soars through the air on a slight arc. He grins as Todd cheers when the dart hits the green of the board.
“Bull.” He announces, and Dan nods as Phil looks grim. Johnny picks up another dart off the table as Phil removes the one on the board. He levels it out again, winding it up. He throws it quickly, the dart this time following a straight path, hitting only a centimeter further from where the first one hit.
“Bull.” Todd says, clapping. Johnny takes the dart that’s sitting on the table, and twirls it in his fingers. He looks at the money that’s sitting on the table, along with the two tickets, then back to the board. He feels more than thinks about the dart flying from his hands, his finger following through in a point as he waits for the collision.
“Bull!” Todd calls, grinning broadly. “Good luck beating that, boys.”
“It’s not luck.” Dan says quietly, stepping up to face the board. “It’s skill.” Johnny looks on grimly as Dan lifts the dart, eyes focusing intently at the board.
“You’ve got this, Dan.” Phil says beside him, shaking black hair out of his eyes.
“I know.” Dan replies a little smugly. He steadies his aim and flicks his hand out nonchalantly. There’s a moment of complete silence as the dart leaves his hand, soaring like a missile. No one breathes as the dart flies through the air, colliding with the green foam board.
“Bull.” Dan breathes, staring at the board. Phil claps him on the back as the two other men look on, enraged. Phil goes over and removes the dart from the board, holding it in his hand.
“C’mon, Dan.” He says, and Dan waves his hand at Phil, successfully quieting him.
“Hush.” He says quietly. “Let me be.” He raises his hand and the room quiets again, Dan looks around for a moment, noticing that the rest of the busy pub has stopped to look over at their game. He gulps, but shakes his head, focusing on only the green, white, red and black of the board and the weight of the dart in his hand.
He presses his hand forward, feeling his fingers shake as the dart leaves his hand. He worries for a split second that he might have aimed too low, but the feeling is quickly snuffed out when the dart hits the board hard, sticking nose first into the green.
“Bull.” Dan says, a grin breaking onto his face. Phil whoops at him as Johnny and Todd look on venomously. He takes the final dart and goes back to stand so he’s lined up with the board on the far wall of the pub. He stares at it for a moment, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as he registers the weight of the dart in his hand.
“Make this one count.” Phil says softly, and Dan nods at him once, before winding his arm back just slightly and releasing the dart.
Dan shuts his eyes as he hears nothing but silence for a long few seconds. He gulps when he hears the dull thump of the dart hitting the board and peeps one eye open, the other slowly following as his eyes widen.
“Bulls eye.” He says under his breath, still looking on at the board in astonishment. “Bulls eye.” He says, louder, turning to Phil, whose eyes are as wide as Dan’s. “Fricken Bulls eye!” He calls, embracing Phil is a tight hug.
“So sorry, fellas.” Phil says, gathering their winnings off the table. Johnny looks at him, crestfallen, and Todd looks on in amazement.
“How the hell did you do that?” Todd asks, and Dan, still staring at the board, just grins broadly.
“I don’t know.” He says honestly, before turning to Phil. “But we’re going on the Titanic, Phil. We’re actually going.” Dan takes a breath, sighing out his astonishment and utter glee. We’re going to America!” Phil grins back just as wide, hugging Dan once more.
“Eh!” They hear a voice call, and both of them turn to the bartender, who’s pointing to the clock above his head. “You aren’t going anywhere if you don’t leave now.” He says. “Titanic leaves in five minutes.” Dan looks t Phil and simultaneously the two bolt for the door, laughing and whooping over the tinkle of the bell as the door swings shut behind them.
“ Seriously, how did you do that?” Phil asks as they hurry across the road. Dan just shakes his head, his mouth still hanging wide open.
“I have no idea.” He says as they reach the boarding dock, elbowing and maneuvering their way through people to get to the front of the crowd.
“Tickets.” The guard says, and Phil fumbles in his bag, pulling out two crumpled tickets. The guard peers at them and nods. “Third class, floor three. Enjoy your trip.”
“We will!” Dan says, taking the tickets back from the man and motioning for Phil to follow after him. “Believe me, we will!”
~
“Ah, we’re here. Finally.” A lanky looking server walks along the side of the car, popping the handle and opening the door. Lord Alex Day steps down from the car, long limbs tucked neatly in a navy pinstripe suit. He “There are plenty of big boats out there.” He pulls out a silver watch from his pocket and checks the time, peering over the rim of his glasses. Alex tucks his pocket watch back into the breast of his suit.
“Come on, darling.” He says crisply. “We’re running late.” He opens the door and holds out a strong hand, clad in dark gloves. From the car emerges first a slim hand grasping Alex’s, then a long leg, a tall body clad in a pale blue suit, and finally the bright red head of Charles Joseph McDonnell, his eyes looking up at the ship in front in wonder, his hair catching the light of the sun behind him.
“It’s called the ship of dreams.” He says somewhat breathlessly, batting away Alex’s hand as the other man attempts to adjust his collar. “It’s marvelous.”
“It’s damn well made, but it’s still just a ship, love.” Alex grips Charlie’s waist, pressing a kiss to his temple. Charlie resists the urge to sigh or roll his eyes at the empty gesture.
“It’s a magnificent ship.” He says softly, and Alex laughs loudly.
“Darling, how many ships have you really seen?” He says. “This one is wonderful, but not as grandiose as you're making it out to be.” Charlie huffs slightly, but lets the conversation slide as Alex’s grip on his waist tightens as they walk towards the ship.
Alex greets many people along their walk to the ship, waving formally at some and nodding politely at others. Alex is a real charmer when he needs to be. Charlie smiles tightly at the people he recognizes, some of them he’s friendly with, others a formality of his position, once he has to be polite with.
“Lord Day,” Charlie hears Alex’s voice and it snaps him out of his reverie. He looks up at the security man who takes on peek at Alex’s identification and lets them pass without any hesitation.
“Thank you.” Charlie says politely, quietly to the man, who nods gruffly at him as the two continue on.
“Ah, Tom!” Alex calls, and Captain McLean looks over towards them, a pleasant grin on his face.
“Alex!” He says merrily, coming over and shaking his hand. “And Charlie,” He says, shaking his hand as well.
“How’re you m’boy?”
“Never better.” Charlie says, his voice clipped. McLean offers him a small, sympathetic look before turning back to Alex.
“And how’ve you been, sir?” The Captain asks, and Alex smiles at him formally.
“Very well, very well.” He pulls Charlie in close. “Have you heard? We’ve finally set a date for the wedding. Late May.” Alex says. McLean raises an eyebrow, smiling.
“How wonderful.” He says. “A spring wedding.” He looks to Charlie. “Are you excited, dear?”
Charlie offers a grim look. “I’ve always been partial to winter weddings, really.” He says, and Alex looks at him closely, his smile no longer reaching his eyes.
“Now dear,” He says firmly. “Don’t be difficult.” He brings his voice up again, the smile plastered back on his face. “We’ve booked Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, in New York.” He looks down at Charlie again with narrowed eyes. “Damn well difficult to get, but we did it.” He pulls Charlie closer to his chest, his hand on Charlie’s hip protectively. “Only the best for my fiancé.”
Captain McLean makes a noncommittal noise, looking over Alex’s shoulder. “Mr. Green!” He says, and Alex turns to see whom he’s speaking to. “Gentlemen,” McLean says, “I’d like to introduce you to the man who built this wonderful ship.” A tall man with sandy hair and glasses comes up next to them, a bright grin on hi face.
“John Green.” He says, offering his hand to Alex, then Charlie.
“Lord Alex Day.” Alex introduces himself. “And this is my fiancé, Charlie McDonnell.”
“How do you do, Mr. Green.” Charlie says politely. Green waves his hand, shaking his head.
“Call me John.” He says, smiling. “Mr. Green sounds far too formal.” He looks up and around the ship. “It’s so great, seeing something like this come to life.” He shakes his head. “To think something I wrote up on paper is finally here.”
“You’ve done a marvelous job, John.” Charlie says earnestly, looking around. “The ship is beautiful.”
“You’re too kind.” John says, smiling. “Far too kind.” He checks his watch and fixes his glasses on his face. “I’m so sorry, but I have a few more people to see before we set sail.” He nods to them. “Gentlemen, it was nice to meet you, I’m sure I’ll see you again on this voyage.”
“Have a nice day, John.” Charlie says quietly as Alex nods his head in John’s direction as he turns, his overcoat flying behind him in the wind.
“Come on, Charlie.” Alex says briskly. “We should really get to our room,” He looks up to McLean, grinning. “Make sure all the lackeys have our bags in proper order.” The Captain laughs politely, nodding as Alex and Charlie turn away, heading off towards their room. Charlie looks back to the captain, looking on sadly before following Alex, a small frown on his face, Alex’s arm still around his waist, constricting him, restraining him.
“They seem very pleasant.” Charlie tries, conversationally. Alex looks down at him, smiling somewhat condescendingly.
“I've heard Green’s a genius, but his insanity takes away from that a bit, don’t you think, love?” Charlie cringes at his tone of voice, but doesn’t say anything. “And McLean’s too nice for his own good.” Charlie looks at his fiancé with a hard eye.
“You know, people can be creative without having ulterior motives,” he says, and Alex looks down at him, peering at him over his glasses. “And,” Charlie says. “Being nice, and kind,” he looks at Alex pointedly. “doesn’t mean a person’s weak.”
Alex laughs and removes his hand from Charlie’s waist, walking to look over the edge of the ship. “Oh, Love.” He says, and Charlie winces at the term of endearment. “Sometimes I wonder how you could grow up around so many influential people who know so much and still be so naieve.” He chuckles to himself as he leans against the edge of the ship. “Sometimes you sound like a third classer, I swear.”
Charlie hisses at the comment and steps away from Alex. “You know,” He says. “I’d don’t need to wonder.” He glares at Alex. “You spend all your time narrowing your eyes at the world, looking down on people.” He crosses his arms gingerly over his chest. “It’s no wonder at all that you’re so narrow minded to the world.”
He turns on his heel away from Alex and marches towards their room, arms still crossed over his chest, his back tense. Beside Alex, a boy leaning over the edge of the ship stifles a snort, another boy chuckling next to him. When Alex looks over at them scathingly, the boy just shrugs.
“The boy has a point.” The brunette says. “Doesn’t he, Phil?” The black haired boy beside him nods, but cringes at the look Alex sends his way.
“Don’t drag me into this, Dan.” He mutters, and the other boy rolls his eyes at him.
“What would you know?” Alex spits, his voice venomous. The two boys shrug, the black haired one backing down a bit.
“Not much.” Dan says, uncaring. “I’m just a third classer.” He smiles tightly. “What would I know?”
“Exactly.” Alex says, turning briskly to go find Charlie, his coat swishing out behind him. “Third classers.” He hisses as he adjusts his gloves angrily.
“Heard that!” Dan calls.
“Good.” Alex snarls, slamming the door to the body of the ship behind him.
Author: girl_in_stripes
Rating: PG-13 (for now- it'll go up.)
Pairing: Charlieisnotonfire, Cherimon
Disclaimer: I don't own these youtubers and I make absolutely no aspersions toward their sexualities.
Summary: Titanic!verse AU. Charlie McDonnell of the Bath McDonnell's is set to marry Lord Alex Day once the couple hits America after their voyage on the ship of dreams, the Titanic- but when he meets the mysterious and witty Daniel Howell, will things change for him?
Author's Note: This is what stems from watching Titanic over and over until you can quote the script. Also- "Name the Youtubers!" is a fun
“Alright,” Daniel Howell says, throwing a couple bills down onto the table of the smoky pub across from the shipping dock. He takes a gulp of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “All or nothing, closest on two bull and a bulls eye.” He turns to the man sitting beside him, Phil Lester, who nods. “Deal?”
The man sitting across from him looks at him partner. “That alright with you, Johnny?” He asks in a gruff American accent. The younger male beside him peers at the table, then back at the dartboard before nodding and throwing in whatever change he can fish out of his pocket, grumbling.
“I still can’t believe you bet the tickets, Todd.” The dark haired boy replies with an Irish accent. The other man huffs as he looks at the board.
“It was a moment of passion.” He says in a low voice. “I didn’t count on these two being better than they looked.” Todd motions to where Dan and Phil are talking quietly a few feet off. “I mean, look at them, the two together don’t look like they could aim their way out of a paper bag.”
“We gonna do this or what?” Johnny asks impatiently. “Who’s shooting for you?” Phil and Dan look at each other for a moment before Phil nods.
“I will.” Dan says surely, and Johnny nods.
“Todd, what do you think?” The heftier man rubs at his chin for a moment, fingers scratching along his beard.
“You’d better, Johnny.” He says, and the younger boy nods, walking towards Dan, taking the three darts from his hand.
He weighs the dart in his hand before firing it off quickly, watching as it soars through the air on a slight arc. He grins as Todd cheers when the dart hits the green of the board.
“Bull.” He announces, and Dan nods as Phil looks grim. Johnny picks up another dart off the table as Phil removes the one on the board. He levels it out again, winding it up. He throws it quickly, the dart this time following a straight path, hitting only a centimeter further from where the first one hit.
“Bull.” Todd says, clapping. Johnny takes the dart that’s sitting on the table, and twirls it in his fingers. He looks at the money that’s sitting on the table, along with the two tickets, then back to the board. He feels more than thinks about the dart flying from his hands, his finger following through in a point as he waits for the collision.
“Bull!” Todd calls, grinning broadly. “Good luck beating that, boys.”
“It’s not luck.” Dan says quietly, stepping up to face the board. “It’s skill.” Johnny looks on grimly as Dan lifts the dart, eyes focusing intently at the board.
“You’ve got this, Dan.” Phil says beside him, shaking black hair out of his eyes.
“I know.” Dan replies a little smugly. He steadies his aim and flicks his hand out nonchalantly. There’s a moment of complete silence as the dart leaves his hand, soaring like a missile. No one breathes as the dart flies through the air, colliding with the green foam board.
“Bull.” Dan breathes, staring at the board. Phil claps him on the back as the two other men look on, enraged. Phil goes over and removes the dart from the board, holding it in his hand.
“C’mon, Dan.” He says, and Dan waves his hand at Phil, successfully quieting him.
“Hush.” He says quietly. “Let me be.” He raises his hand and the room quiets again, Dan looks around for a moment, noticing that the rest of the busy pub has stopped to look over at their game. He gulps, but shakes his head, focusing on only the green, white, red and black of the board and the weight of the dart in his hand.
He presses his hand forward, feeling his fingers shake as the dart leaves his hand. He worries for a split second that he might have aimed too low, but the feeling is quickly snuffed out when the dart hits the board hard, sticking nose first into the green.
“Bull.” Dan says, a grin breaking onto his face. Phil whoops at him as Johnny and Todd look on venomously. He takes the final dart and goes back to stand so he’s lined up with the board on the far wall of the pub. He stares at it for a moment, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as he registers the weight of the dart in his hand.
“Make this one count.” Phil says softly, and Dan nods at him once, before winding his arm back just slightly and releasing the dart.
Dan shuts his eyes as he hears nothing but silence for a long few seconds. He gulps when he hears the dull thump of the dart hitting the board and peeps one eye open, the other slowly following as his eyes widen.
“Bulls eye.” He says under his breath, still looking on at the board in astonishment. “Bulls eye.” He says, louder, turning to Phil, whose eyes are as wide as Dan’s. “Fricken Bulls eye!” He calls, embracing Phil is a tight hug.
“So sorry, fellas.” Phil says, gathering their winnings off the table. Johnny looks at him, crestfallen, and Todd looks on in amazement.
“How the hell did you do that?” Todd asks, and Dan, still staring at the board, just grins broadly.
“I don’t know.” He says honestly, before turning to Phil. “But we’re going on the Titanic, Phil. We’re actually going.” Dan takes a breath, sighing out his astonishment and utter glee. We’re going to America!” Phil grins back just as wide, hugging Dan once more.
“Eh!” They hear a voice call, and both of them turn to the bartender, who’s pointing to the clock above his head. “You aren’t going anywhere if you don’t leave now.” He says. “Titanic leaves in five minutes.” Dan looks t Phil and simultaneously the two bolt for the door, laughing and whooping over the tinkle of the bell as the door swings shut behind them.
“ Seriously, how did you do that?” Phil asks as they hurry across the road. Dan just shakes his head, his mouth still hanging wide open.
“I have no idea.” He says as they reach the boarding dock, elbowing and maneuvering their way through people to get to the front of the crowd.
“Tickets.” The guard says, and Phil fumbles in his bag, pulling out two crumpled tickets. The guard peers at them and nods. “Third class, floor three. Enjoy your trip.”
“We will!” Dan says, taking the tickets back from the man and motioning for Phil to follow after him. “Believe me, we will!”
~
“Ah, we’re here. Finally.” A lanky looking server walks along the side of the car, popping the handle and opening the door. Lord Alex Day steps down from the car, long limbs tucked neatly in a navy pinstripe suit. He “There are plenty of big boats out there.” He pulls out a silver watch from his pocket and checks the time, peering over the rim of his glasses. Alex tucks his pocket watch back into the breast of his suit.
“Come on, darling.” He says crisply. “We’re running late.” He opens the door and holds out a strong hand, clad in dark gloves. From the car emerges first a slim hand grasping Alex’s, then a long leg, a tall body clad in a pale blue suit, and finally the bright red head of Charles Joseph McDonnell, his eyes looking up at the ship in front in wonder, his hair catching the light of the sun behind him.
“It’s called the ship of dreams.” He says somewhat breathlessly, batting away Alex’s hand as the other man attempts to adjust his collar. “It’s marvelous.”
“It’s damn well made, but it’s still just a ship, love.” Alex grips Charlie’s waist, pressing a kiss to his temple. Charlie resists the urge to sigh or roll his eyes at the empty gesture.
“It’s a magnificent ship.” He says softly, and Alex laughs loudly.
“Darling, how many ships have you really seen?” He says. “This one is wonderful, but not as grandiose as you're making it out to be.” Charlie huffs slightly, but lets the conversation slide as Alex’s grip on his waist tightens as they walk towards the ship.
Alex greets many people along their walk to the ship, waving formally at some and nodding politely at others. Alex is a real charmer when he needs to be. Charlie smiles tightly at the people he recognizes, some of them he’s friendly with, others a formality of his position, once he has to be polite with.
“Lord Day,” Charlie hears Alex’s voice and it snaps him out of his reverie. He looks up at the security man who takes on peek at Alex’s identification and lets them pass without any hesitation.
“Thank you.” Charlie says politely, quietly to the man, who nods gruffly at him as the two continue on.
“Ah, Tom!” Alex calls, and Captain McLean looks over towards them, a pleasant grin on his face.
“Alex!” He says merrily, coming over and shaking his hand. “And Charlie,” He says, shaking his hand as well.
“How’re you m’boy?”
“Never better.” Charlie says, his voice clipped. McLean offers him a small, sympathetic look before turning back to Alex.
“And how’ve you been, sir?” The Captain asks, and Alex smiles at him formally.
“Very well, very well.” He pulls Charlie in close. “Have you heard? We’ve finally set a date for the wedding. Late May.” Alex says. McLean raises an eyebrow, smiling.
“How wonderful.” He says. “A spring wedding.” He looks to Charlie. “Are you excited, dear?”
Charlie offers a grim look. “I’ve always been partial to winter weddings, really.” He says, and Alex looks at him closely, his smile no longer reaching his eyes.
“Now dear,” He says firmly. “Don’t be difficult.” He brings his voice up again, the smile plastered back on his face. “We’ve booked Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, in New York.” He looks down at Charlie again with narrowed eyes. “Damn well difficult to get, but we did it.” He pulls Charlie closer to his chest, his hand on Charlie’s hip protectively. “Only the best for my fiancé.”
Captain McLean makes a noncommittal noise, looking over Alex’s shoulder. “Mr. Green!” He says, and Alex turns to see whom he’s speaking to. “Gentlemen,” McLean says, “I’d like to introduce you to the man who built this wonderful ship.” A tall man with sandy hair and glasses comes up next to them, a bright grin on hi face.
“John Green.” He says, offering his hand to Alex, then Charlie.
“Lord Alex Day.” Alex introduces himself. “And this is my fiancé, Charlie McDonnell.”
“How do you do, Mr. Green.” Charlie says politely. Green waves his hand, shaking his head.
“Call me John.” He says, smiling. “Mr. Green sounds far too formal.” He looks up and around the ship. “It’s so great, seeing something like this come to life.” He shakes his head. “To think something I wrote up on paper is finally here.”
“You’ve done a marvelous job, John.” Charlie says earnestly, looking around. “The ship is beautiful.”
“You’re too kind.” John says, smiling. “Far too kind.” He checks his watch and fixes his glasses on his face. “I’m so sorry, but I have a few more people to see before we set sail.” He nods to them. “Gentlemen, it was nice to meet you, I’m sure I’ll see you again on this voyage.”
“Have a nice day, John.” Charlie says quietly as Alex nods his head in John’s direction as he turns, his overcoat flying behind him in the wind.
“Come on, Charlie.” Alex says briskly. “We should really get to our room,” He looks up to McLean, grinning. “Make sure all the lackeys have our bags in proper order.” The Captain laughs politely, nodding as Alex and Charlie turn away, heading off towards their room. Charlie looks back to the captain, looking on sadly before following Alex, a small frown on his face, Alex’s arm still around his waist, constricting him, restraining him.
“They seem very pleasant.” Charlie tries, conversationally. Alex looks down at him, smiling somewhat condescendingly.
“I've heard Green’s a genius, but his insanity takes away from that a bit, don’t you think, love?” Charlie cringes at his tone of voice, but doesn’t say anything. “And McLean’s too nice for his own good.” Charlie looks at his fiancé with a hard eye.
“You know, people can be creative without having ulterior motives,” he says, and Alex looks down at him, peering at him over his glasses. “And,” Charlie says. “Being nice, and kind,” he looks at Alex pointedly. “doesn’t mean a person’s weak.”
Alex laughs and removes his hand from Charlie’s waist, walking to look over the edge of the ship. “Oh, Love.” He says, and Charlie winces at the term of endearment. “Sometimes I wonder how you could grow up around so many influential people who know so much and still be so naieve.” He chuckles to himself as he leans against the edge of the ship. “Sometimes you sound like a third classer, I swear.”
Charlie hisses at the comment and steps away from Alex. “You know,” He says. “I’d don’t need to wonder.” He glares at Alex. “You spend all your time narrowing your eyes at the world, looking down on people.” He crosses his arms gingerly over his chest. “It’s no wonder at all that you’re so narrow minded to the world.”
He turns on his heel away from Alex and marches towards their room, arms still crossed over his chest, his back tense. Beside Alex, a boy leaning over the edge of the ship stifles a snort, another boy chuckling next to him. When Alex looks over at them scathingly, the boy just shrugs.
“The boy has a point.” The brunette says. “Doesn’t he, Phil?” The black haired boy beside him nods, but cringes at the look Alex sends his way.
“Don’t drag me into this, Dan.” He mutters, and the other boy rolls his eyes at him.
“What would you know?” Alex spits, his voice venomous. The two boys shrug, the black haired one backing down a bit.
“Not much.” Dan says, uncaring. “I’m just a third classer.” He smiles tightly. “What would I know?”
“Exactly.” Alex says, turning briskly to go find Charlie, his coat swishing out behind him. “Third classers.” He hisses as he adjusts his gloves angrily.
“Heard that!” Dan calls.
“Good.” Alex snarls, slamming the door to the body of the ship behind him.