Onion Seller Crack

Noel stood on the fire escape looking down at the city lights. It would’ve been nice and romantic if it weren’t for the fact that he had just split up from his bird, was running out of money fast and worst he was waiting for Liam to get home, late again.
Liam was supposed to find a job and help Noel out with the expenses but all he got was a bigger hole in his pocket book, taking Liam out to eat, lending him money for booze and worse girls. He didn’t even speak French but all the girls were all over him. Bastard, noel though, he wasn’t as lucky in the most romantic city on Earth.
It was 3 am and Noel was almost putting on his coat to walk around looking for Liam in some sidewalk or alley when the devil himself walked in.
Do you have any idea the time it is? Noel inquired indignantly.
Yeah man, Liam said walking up to the clock on the mantle, “it’s one o’ them numbers right.”
Liam walked right up to Noel. Noel could smell the liquor on his, his shirt had lipstick traces. Noel suddenly felt very irritated.
Before Noel could say anything Liam Gave him a kiss on the forehead and threw himself on Noels bed.
“Fuck that you sleep on the couch,” Noel started but he could hear Liam lightly snoring, he was out like a lion.
Noel stood there for a few minutes watching him then went to sleep on the couch.
The morning sun had just started to rear its head, shining its unforgiving light in Noel’s eyes, but he was already awake. He lay thinking of his current situation and how he was going to get Liam to get his shit together and find a job.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like the kid there, in fact he really really liked it, he just wanted him to work, behave himself, stop drinking as much, stop befriending all the ladies…
Noel frowned at this thought. What was it about Liam with other people bothered him? He felt he knew the answer but didn’t want to acknowledge it.
He knew Liam would be up soon probably hungry and thirsty. Noel went into the kitchen and started making scrambled eggs and toast, the only things he knew how to make.
Sure enough the pitter patter of Liam’s feet was heard. Noel had to consciously stifle a smile, he had to act like the annoyed older brother.
To his surprise and disappointment, he heard the front door open and close.
Maybe he stepped out for a cigarette Noel thought. But by 10 am he knew he wasn’t coming back in so Noel got up and went to work himself. Well someone had the bring home the money he thought.
Noel came back home around six in the evening. He opened the door to find crates and crates of onions but no Liam.
Noel was beginning to get irate now. He had his dinner, watched the tube, took a bath and still no Liam. Just the onions.
He finally gave up waiting and went to bed.
It was a deep sleep and it had been a while since he dreamt. His dream was vivid, he was in the kitchen, Liam was on the counter…
Noel woke with a start from his dream, he had heard his bedroom door close. He quickly got up and raced outside but Liam was already gone as well as the onions.
Noel had to get to the bottom of this. What was Liam up to, why all the secrecy, why onions???
Noel hopped on his bike and scoured the city, he went to all the local vegetable vendors nothing. He eventually just rode his bike to work but the thought of onions still permeated his mind.
Again he got home around six. He saw the lights were on so he knew Liam must be in.
He ran up the two flights of stairs carrying his bike with him. He didn’t give himself time to catch his breath as he pulled out his keys to open the door. He could already hear the faint sound jazz records playing and a hint of smoke.
Noel opened the door expecting to find Liam and some woman but what he found was more shocking still.
Liam was sitting on the couch chatting quite lively with an older gentleman.
“The fooks this twat?”, Noel demanded.
“He’s no twat ya madhead this is me boss, Liam answered.
“My names Paul but they call me Bonehead, the balding man said reaching out his hand to shake Noel’s.
But Noel wasn’t having it, he just looked away.
“Is it you who’s desecrating my record player with this fookin’ French jazz shit?”, Noel spat.
Liam looked rather disappointed and took the record off handing it to Bonehead. He looked like a child who has been told the party is over. Noel began to feel bad when he took a good look at Liam. More like what was on Liam’s head.
“The fool you wearing on your head?”, Noel scoffed pointing at a leather cap Liam was wearing.
“What it’s me uniform,” Liam began.
“Uniform? Oh I fookin’ see! Is this old man your pimp?”, Noel chided.
“No, no you got it all wrong”, Bonehead tried to explain before he caught a fist from Noel square in the face.
“Noel! What the fook, that’s me boss,” Liam said in an anguished tone.
“No brother of mine is gonna be some fookin’ whore,” Noel yelled, “especially for some bald twat!”
Liam looked indignant, helped Bonehead up and left.
The door slamming echoed throughout the flat enhancing the feeling of loneliness.
He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
It was just him alone, well him and a few bags of onions.
Noel had a hard time falling asleep. He kept having thoughts of Liam and that old fart kissing, drinking and something about onions? Seriously what was up with the onions? What kind of kinky shit was that old man into?
He finally went to sleep only to be awakened by the sound of the street below.
It was half past noon and he dressed himself fast, splashed water on his face, ate a piece of bread and was on his bike to look for Liam.
What a great way to spend my only day off he thought, chasing after Liam so he won’t become some drug addicted boy toy. What would their mam think?
He rode around the other nicer part of town, going through the country side. It would’ve been lovely if he wasn’t worried half to death about Liam.
He stopped by a crossroad to catch his breath when he heard it.
” Onions, get yer onions here mate”, a familiar and annoying voice sounded in the distance.
Noel squinted and saw a lonely figure standing by a wooden cart. He was wearing what looked to be an onion necklace around his neck, some daft stripped shirt and that silly leather hat. It was Liam!
Noel couldn’t help it he started laughing loudly.
“Oi! Got any fookin’ onions?”, Noel yelled over through laughter.
“I don’t have to listen to you,” Liam retorted,” I’m doing fine on me own thanks.”
Noel rode his bike up to the cart and smiled.
“Come to laugh at me have you?”, Liam said, “no shame in earning a decent living.”
“No it’s just I thought”, and Noel felt silly, he couldn’t finish his words.
“What that me and baldy?”, Liam said, “nah man not my type, although he did take me for a ride in his BMW, a man can get used to that”, he added in an attempt to rouse Noel’s jealousy.
Noel raised his eyebrows and looked right at Liam causing him to smile and look away sheepishly.
“C’mon you can’t tell me you like this crumby gig?”, Noel said.
Liam shrugged. “Well I just wanted to make myself useful for once…” and he trailed off.
“No brother of mine is gonna sell fookin’ onions on the corner like some Frenchmen, let’s go Liam.”
Liam hesitated.
“C’mon, hop on the handle bars, I’ll take you home,” Noel said smiling, “just like when you was a kid.”
“Well it ain’t no BMW,” Liam started as he hopped on.
“What you want for lunch anyways kid?”
“I dunno, onion soup? We got loads left at home.”