Life's Pageant
folder
Casts RPF › Monty Python
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,700
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Casts RPF › Monty Python
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,700
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Monty Python. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
***
Michael held his breath involuntarily. He'd been wanting to ask that question for days but he wasn't sure how it would come out. And now he'd asked it. Will Terry notice? What if he hasn't got a telephone...
Terry was leaving Oxford in less than a month. It was as though their world was fading into oblivion. Since they'd started writing together, they'd become the closest of friends. What was Oxford without Terry? Oxford was such a lonely place. Terry was the only other that wasn't hopelessly drowned in the world of cabaret, the only one that could draw a true smile out of him. Terry was wonderfully free of the repression of Oxford. Terry let out a languid puff of cigarette smoke.
Then Terry withdrew a pen from his pocket and a slip of paper. Michael let himself breathe out and his body relax as Terry wrote out his telephone number. He suppressed a delighted grin when Terry handed it to him.
"You can call anytime," said Terry. "But I'd rather you did before nine."
Michael stowed it safely in his pocket and nodded. "I will."
Terry brought his cigarette to his mouth again. They stood in silence a moment before Michael let out a soft sigh.
"It's gonna be dead boring here."
Terry chuckled. "Oh I'll come and visit... promise."
Michael smiled at him. "Going to leave the Beeb to come and mingle with the lowly nightclub acts?"
"What else would I be doing?"
Something in the way he said that made Michael's heart beat a little faster. Michael lowered his gaze to the ground.
They were leaning against a dirty brick wall in an otherwise empty square of pavement outside St. Edmund Hall. The day's warmth was about to surrender to the deep blue-black of the night. Terry was wrapped up in his coat as usual and Michael wore a small woolly sweater. Another fragrant puff of smoke drifted under his nostrils and he breathed it in deeply.
"Mmmmmmm," said Terry with what Michael recognised as an amused murmur. "S'getting dark..."
"Yeah," mumbled Michael. "I should get going."
"Of course."
Michael looked back up at Terry, who was standing still as ever against the brick wall and smirking. He smiled nervously. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Terry gave him a kind smile. "Of course."
Michael couldn't suppress another grin as he left Terry to the darkness of Oxford.
***
Michael held his breath involuntarily. He'd been wanting to ask that question for days but he wasn't sure how it would come out. And now he'd asked it. Will Terry notice? What if he hasn't got a telephone...
Terry was leaving Oxford in less than a month. It was as though their world was fading into oblivion. Since they'd started writing together, they'd become the closest of friends. What was Oxford without Terry? Oxford was such a lonely place. Terry was the only other that wasn't hopelessly drowned in the world of cabaret, the only one that could draw a true smile out of him. Terry was wonderfully free of the repression of Oxford. Terry let out a languid puff of cigarette smoke.
Then Terry withdrew a pen from his pocket and a slip of paper. Michael let himself breathe out and his body relax as Terry wrote out his telephone number. He suppressed a delighted grin when Terry handed it to him.
"You can call anytime," said Terry. "But I'd rather you did before nine."
Michael stowed it safely in his pocket and nodded. "I will."
Terry brought his cigarette to his mouth again. They stood in silence a moment before Michael let out a soft sigh.
"It's gonna be dead boring here."
Terry chuckled. "Oh I'll come and visit... promise."
Michael smiled at him. "Going to leave the Beeb to come and mingle with the lowly nightclub acts?"
"What else would I be doing?"
Something in the way he said that made Michael's heart beat a little faster. Michael lowered his gaze to the ground.
They were leaning against a dirty brick wall in an otherwise empty square of pavement outside St. Edmund Hall. The day's warmth was about to surrender to the deep blue-black of the night. Terry was wrapped up in his coat as usual and Michael wore a small woolly sweater. Another fragrant puff of smoke drifted under his nostrils and he breathed it in deeply.
"Mmmmmmm," said Terry with what Michael recognised as an amused murmur. "S'getting dark..."
"Yeah," mumbled Michael. "I should get going."
"Of course."
Michael looked back up at Terry, who was standing still as ever against the brick wall and smirking. He smiled nervously. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Terry gave him a kind smile. "Of course."
Michael couldn't suppress another grin as he left Terry to the darkness of Oxford.
***