Best Friends Perfect Book Three
What happens when your perfect new best friend isn’t so perfect after all?
1999, Kieran, 18 is at uni searching London for Prince Charming with new best friend, Jo. Between his new uni friends, American students Julie and The Sarahs, his work at the hospital and his studies he’s keeping himself busy.
But all Kieran wants is to share this with Jo, but he’s disappeared with his boyfriend, Irish student Andrew. Why doesn’t Sean call Kieran back?
And then something happens to turn Kieran’s world upside down, when he really needs his friends around him.
How far can you really push a practical joke? How many frogs does a boy have to kiss, until he meets his Prince Charming? And what do you do when your friend can’t see what’s in front of his face?
Available from Wilde City Press http://www.wildecity.com/books/gay-mainstream/best-friends-perfect-book-3/
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In the book, Kieran and Jo start university in London, and as they're poor students they use the night bus to get home after a night out – except on person on one particular incident, but you'll have to read the story to find out. Anyway, what was your most exciting bus journey?
When I was a student I used to marvel at how I could do an entire night out for £5, yes really! I would get a bus into central London for £1, then £1 to check my coat into the cloak room, and then I would drink water all night – I was teetotal while at uni due to reasons involving a gay night club, tears and a hangover the size of Yorkshire – and then another £1 for the night bus to get home. They don't call me parsimonious Liam for nothing! But, I digress… I have many vague memories of night bus journeys as a student, one of which happened after a particularly upsetting incident in Soho, which I've adapted slightly for the start of Best Friends Perfect Book 3. And then when I finished university and met Himself, we used to either walk home from clubbing to his flat 30mins walk away, or get a taxi. When we moved to suburbia where we live now, it was a sad day when I realised that despite us having a proper London 0208 phone number, two Tube stations, London buses and being within the M25, because, strictly speaking we're not in Greater London, we're in Essex, we don't have a night bus to our name. The night bus wends its way from central London via the East End, in all its slightly rough, a bit edgy glory: Hackney, Shoreditch, Leytonstone, and then where Greater London ends and it becomes Essex, the night bus stops. It's as if Transport for London is saying, you're lucky to have a tube station to use during the day, but at night, this is your lot, no more, you're on your own now mate. It was during the one time we'd decided to go out in central London past the last Tube, that we had to get this night bus home. On the journey I sat at the back of a double decker bus, next to the engine. A group of men in suits – obviously gone clubbing straight from work on Friday were laughing and shouting. One of the men was too drunk to do anything except lean his head on my shoulder, snoring loudly and dribbling down himself. I gently pushed his head the other way, but sure enough he returned to my shoulder. After a while Himself tapped this man's friend and said, 'Do you want your mate's head back?' to which the more sober man held onto his friend's head and it remained off my shoulder for the rest of the journey. This isn't too spectacular really, but the best bit was watching two women, late teens, early twenties having a massive stand up row on the bus.
I can't remember the detail of what they were arguing about, but the word 'bitch' and 'slag' and worse were thrown around. The general gist seemed to be that one of the women had got the phone number of a man the other woman was interested in. This floor show escalated so they were stood on the bottom deck of the bus shouting at one another, while the rest of the bus looked on in awe.
And then one woman announced she'd had enough and she was getting off. 'I'm not coming back to yours, you can get f**ked,' she ended with, before pressing the bell so the bus would let her off at the next bus stop.
The other woman leant down to work out where the bus was at this point, then shook her head, realising we were in one of the less salubrious parts of East London, said, 'Don't get off here eh?'
'Why not, I can do what I f***ing well like,' came the reply, while chewing gum and holding onto the metal pole.
'If you get off here you'll get mugged, or worse.' She checked as a pub whooshed past outside the window. 'Rough as.'
'Please, give it a few stops then get off. It gets much better round the corner.' She pointed to the front of the bus.
The bus stopped and the first woman who'd pressed the bell walked to the open door.
Her friend blocked her exit and pleaded with her to stay on the bus.
Eventually the first woman sat, the doors closed and it left.
No one else got off the bus at that stop, and neither had they for the previous few stops. It was that sort of neighbourhood.
The two women stood in silence, glaring at one another, arms folded. Then after a few more minutes the second woman said, 'Here's all right. You can f**k off now.'
Her friend pressed the bell and left the bus at the next stop, flipping two fingers to the other woman and telling her to go f**k herself.
Now alone, the woman sat, facing the front of the bus, legs crossed, foot tapping, arms folded, before pulling her phone from her pocket and staring at it until we left the bus where Essex began, and got an uneventful taxi home for the last leg of the journey.
The fact that everyone on the bus said nothing during the whole time, speaks volumes about London, night buses and usual behaviour.
If you want to know how Kieran gets on with the confusing complex mess that is London and going to university there, meeting new friends, searching for his Prince Charming, and keeping up his friendship with Jo, check out Best Friends Perfect Book 3. You can start the series at any point, but it is also great to start at the very beginning, because, as we all know, it's a very good place to start!
About Liam Livings
Liam Livings lives where east London ends and becomes Essex. He shares his house with his boyfriend and cat. He enjoys baking, cooking, classic cars and socialising with friends. He escapes from real life with a guilty pleasure book, cries at a sad, funny and camp film – and he’s been known to watch an awful lot of Gilmore Girls in the name of writing ‘research’.
He has written since he was a teenager, started writing with the hope of publication in 2011. His writing focuses on friendships, British humour, romance with plenty of sparkle.
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