[ teenage dream 001 ] they could not believe that such a body was for real
At sixteen, Eames wasn't supposed to be doing this. Partying, yes, that was kind of expected. But he was more than a bit shocked and angry at his mother having uprooted him and his younger brother from England and taking them to the US of A, settling them down in fuck - nowhere to finish off his schooling and his brother's. She wanted to get them away from her gangster ex of a husband, but couldn't they have just moved a town or two over, not across the pond?
That was mainly the reason that Eames, when his neighbor of a like age had mentioned the summer party, had gone (his mother easily convinced; more like lied to) and him a brief center of attention because of his accent before he faded into the throng of teenagers, and he was oddly grateful for it.
He learned that Americans liked weak beer and vodka (both drinks Eames hated; give him a good lager, whiskey or scotch stolen out of his father's cabinet any day) but had been introduced to some tequila (which Eames found he liked) so he supposed the drink trade off was okay. Now, a few shots into the teenagers body, he was warm and relaxed, carrying a bottle of water around (because unlike these kids, Eames didn't intend to come off with a hangover to show his mum) and chatting up anyone who would listen.
A head of dark hair caught his eye and he called out a small "Hello!" to the person moving past him.
That was mainly the reason that Eames, when his neighbor of a like age had mentioned the summer party, had gone (his mother easily convinced; more like lied to) and him a brief center of attention because of his accent before he faded into the throng of teenagers, and he was oddly grateful for it.
He learned that Americans liked weak beer and vodka (both drinks Eames hated; give him a good lager, whiskey or scotch stolen out of his father's cabinet any day) but had been introduced to some tequila (which Eames found he liked) so he supposed the drink trade off was okay. Now, a few shots into the teenagers body, he was warm and relaxed, carrying a bottle of water around (because unlike these kids, Eames didn't intend to come off with a hangover to show his mum) and chatting up anyone who would listen.
A head of dark hair caught his eye and he called out a small "Hello!" to the person moving past him.