FIC: Days of our lives
Title: Days of our lives
Fandom: Green Street Hooligans
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bov, Dave, Swill, Ike, Ned, Keith, OC,
Prompt: 116: all my fault
Rating: PG-15
Warnings/Spoilers: Character death, spoiler for end of film
Disclaimer: I do not own GSH, or any of the characters. Lyrics by Queen.
A/N: Set at the end of GSH. Big spoiler if you haven’t watched the movie. (You best go and watch it now, if you haven’t!) Also, this fic is dedicated to Katherine, for giving me the idea! Thanks!
Days of our lives
Sometimes I get to feelin'
I was back in the old days - long ago
When we were kids, when we were young
Things seemed so perfect - you know?
The days were endless, we were crazy - we were young
The sun was always shinin' - we just lived for fun
Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know
The rest of my life's been - just a show.
.
Sometimes I get to feelin'
I was back in the old days - long ago
When we were kids, when we were young
Things seemed so perfect - you know?
The days were endless, we were crazy - we were young
The sun was always shinin' - we just lived for fun
The church organs played low music, but it was faded in the background. No one was paying attention. All eyes, red raw with tears, were on the coffin. The Beechwood was smooth and glossy and covered with roses.
A single word was engraved on the silver plate. Pete.
Steve was sat on the front pew, looking worse for wear. He had his arm wrapped around his mum; a graying woman, who was sobbing into the chest of her eldest and only son.
Swill sat at the far end. He was leaning forward, head in hands, body rocking as he cried. Beneath his fingers, you could make out the red, angry scar that was etched into his cheek from the fight.
Dave was beside him, silent and distant. One hand was clenched in a fist on his lap, the other moving to take one of Swill’s. The younger man squeezed it and gave a growl of frustration.
Ike, Ned and Keith were sat behind them. Their faces were bruised, stitches sealing up facial injuries. Nothing too major.
Bov sat alone right at the back, away from the others. Away from the many people that had come to Pete’s funeral. People Bov did not know.
People Bov did not care about; didn’t even think about them, because to him, they were not there. Nor was Dave, or Swill, or Ned, Ike and Keith.
All he could think about was the fight; Pete laying on the ground, still. Blood coating his face, making rivers down his cheeks, dripping slowly onto the sand below.
Dead weight.
‘Pete… Pete was a good boy.’ A woman’s voice broke his thoughts. Bov looked up to see Mrs Dunham stood by the coffin, looking out at the group of silent mourners sat in the pews.
Tears were running down her cheeks, but she ploughed on nonetheless.
‘Pete… always ‘ad that cheeky grin on his face. He was always excited and enthusatic about one thing or another; whever it was football or teaching. Pete could get a little full of himself sometimes,’ she forced a small laugh. ‘It would get him into trouble, but it was easy to be twisted around his little finger.’
Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know
The rest of my life's been - just a show.
Those were the days of our lives
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing is true -
When I look and I find I still love you.
.
You can't turn back the clock, you can't turn back the tide
Ain't that a shame?
I'd like to go back one time on a roller coaster ride
When life was just a game
No use sitting and thinkin' on what you did
When you can lay back and enjoy it through your kids
Sometimes it seems like lately I just don't know
Better sit back and go - with the flow
Swill was still sobbing, but he had looked up now; teeth clenched, cheeks wet. His hand was still clenched in Dave’s.
Dave was on the verge of tears. Then, he looked back at Bov.
Bov got slowly to his feet. The cop at his side shifted so he could get past and then he made his way down to the front.
He cleared his throat, before brushing away tears he didn’t realise were there.
‘Pete was my best mate and it’s my fault he’s there,’ Bov said simply, voice hoarse. ‘I don’t deserve to be ‘ere. If I ‘adn’t… if the Yank wasn’t…’ His jaw trembled and Bov squeezed his eyes shut. ‘I’m sorry, bruv. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.’
Cos these are the days of our lives
They've flown in the swiftness of time
These days are all gone now but some things remain
When I look and I find - no change
.
Those were the days of our lives yeah
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing's still true
When I look and I find, I still love you,
I still love you.