s o s h y ;;
DARREN
- Clothes were thrown everywhere; Jeans, shirts, boxers, socks, and a few belts, all carefully placed on the apartment floor of one eighteen year old boy. At the moment there was a problem, he found he didn't look good in any of the clothes his closet kept. At first he was wearing a blue shirt with a yellow thunderbolt on it and a pair of too-tight gray jeans with a black studded belt hanging around his thin hips, but he thought it made him look too scrawny and weak. The second choice was a pair of black jeans with a white belt, no studs present, and a yellow shirt that had a small broken heart on the bottom in red. No, he had simply thought to himself before stripping down to his plaid boxers and staring at all the clothes around his feet, then across the small room to where more hung on his desk chair. Looking in the mirror he saw what he was trying to hide, a scrawny teenage boy who couldn't make decisions and cared too much of what people thought of him. If he hadn't cared what some random prep girl or even a random teenage boy skateboarding though about him, even though they might not even notice him, he would have just stayed in his first outfit and been happy as anyone could be. No though, that wasn't how Darren was, not in the least.
Running a hand through his shinny, yet shaggy, black hair he couldn't help but purse his lips at his reflection. Stepping closer to the full length reflective piece that hung from his egg shell white wall Darren sighed, noticing he wouldn't be much of a looker for today's' event. The event of the day was something he had been looking forward to and also dreading. There were still more important matters though, like what he was going to wear, how he was going to style his hair, and even to finish packing all before the ordered taxi came for him. Finally stepping away from his reflection and his thoughts Darren looked towards the floor where he had stepped on something rather sharp and unwelcoming to his foot, another pair of overly tight dark blue jeans with a few rips and worn away spaces in them. Picking them up and snapping them out he quickly slid into them, only to have to wiggle his hips quite girlishly to get them as high as they would go without squishing anything important. Hopefully the drift was caught, mind you. Snaking the black studded belt through the hoops of his pants Darren let out a deep breath, the dark colors were slightly bringing him down he needed something pink. The thought made him groan internally before he ran his hands over his face and rolled his eyes at himself. Why didn't I just accept being gay before, not like I couldn't tell, he thought to himself before removing his hands from his face and searching for something a little more hardcore than pink.
Finally sliding on an ice blue shirt with white a pink X's on it, see he couldn't resist just the hint of femininity on his person, Darren peeked back into the mirror, only to deem himself fairly attractive for the day. There were more choices to be made today, piercings had to be chosen as his hair had to be done. Stepping back to his dresser, that was positioned near his twin sized bed, Dare leaned his hip against the edge of it only to sort through the various lip piercings he chose from. For the moment he was planning on keeping in the same bridge piercings and also the the gauges though he was planning on bringing more with him on his was to teenage hell. Grabbing his white glow in the dark ball labrets he quickly pushed his body from its position and walked out of the room and into his bathroom which was the smallest thing, he always felt cramped just standing there. Truth be told his whole apartment was small, his bedroom looked like it could be for a thirteen year old, the kitchen and living room was a shared space, and his bathroom was insanely small. He always promised he would kill the architect that designed his hell-hole of an apartment. Leaning in close to the mirror he changed the ball of his lip rings one by one, only to be annoyed by his breath fogging up the cold glass of the mirror. At the moment his hair looked pretty decent, it was still straight from having done it the night before when he went out for Starbucks by himself. Flipping his head upside down all he did was run a hand though it and it was elegantly disheveled.
Stepping back into his tiny room Darren dragged two large suitcases, which were white, pink, and dark gray plaid that he had ordered online for his last birthday. Of course he had been at home for that and his parents had not said a word about, well they would have if they planned on saying anything to him at all, which was doubtful. Shaking the thought of his parents out of his head Dare unzipped the two bags and, unlike he had planned, ended up folding all the clothes on his floor and neatly putting them into his luggage cases. Originally the idea was to throw them haphazardly into the bags to make it look like he didn't give a ******** and was bad a**, which was the polar opposite of what he truly was. Darren often tried to look tougher and stronger than he really was, which he called being a spineless scaredy-cat that was too shy for his own good. Darren was hoping this whole deal about going to 'therapy' wasn't actually a correction institution, but he didn't put it past his overbearing parents to send him there. Part of him was always nervous when he thought about this place, he could be eaten alive, raped, or possibly killed. Maybe that's going a little far, he told himself before shaking his head and zippering up his baggage items.
Standing from his crouching position the eighteen year old boy dragged his bags towards the door of his apartment before huffing out a breath and placing his hands on his hips. "Stupid bags." he muttered to himself before a loud bang on the door came, startling him a bit and letting out a small yelp. p***y, he mentally scolded himself before rubbing his arms and opening the door slowly, only opening the door a little just in case it was a robber...wait, robbers don't knock on doors. "Taxi for Darren Evans?" came the harsh and bold voice of a man somewhere in his thirties, who Darren thought needed to shave and possibly get some body spray colon. "That would be me, sir." he said softly, in return the driver raised his eye brows at being called sir, not totally sure if this kid was being oddly sarcastic or far too polite. "Let me go get my, um, jacket. Would you mind taking my bags down? They're a little too heavy for me." he added on before pursing his lips and gesturing to the bags on the floor almost flamboyantly. Opening the door a little more he let the driver grab onto his items and lift them with ease, knowing that they were a bit heavy for himself to carry, but someone else could easily take them. Even at his gestures and weak apparent being the cab driver grunted and walked back to the taxi with the bags in hand.
Bounding from the door back to his room He slid his feet into his favorite pair of black Vans, which were worn, doodled on with sharpie and the only shoes he was planning on bringing since he only wanted to keep track of one pair. Thrown on his still unmade bed was his favorite black jacket, fur lined hood, with a few diamond patterns placed randomly across its material. It was winter time anyway, being the month of January it was cold in New York and the ride from there to New Jersey wasn't exactly going to be warm or fun. The 'troubled boys' center was located in Wayne, New Jersey, though it wasn't exactly the safest or nicest town in come parts, there were certainly troubled teens in that area. Sucking in a deep breath of stale tasting air and looked towards the mirror once more, decent enough. Very high confidence, very high indeed.
Quickly pacing from his apartment and kissing it goodbye Darren made his way to the taxi waiting for him, its engine already running and so was the cab's meter that already had him up three dollars and come odd cents. Scowling to himself he quickly said, "I'm ready if you are, of course you already have the address." before buckling the worn and grayed seat belt, crossing his legs and smiling shyly in the back seat of the taxi. Flipping his hood up so his hair wouldn't touch the most likely filthy seat of the taxi he let his head loll back against the foamy headrest and closed his eyes, which he had forgotten to outline in dark liner by accident and let out a deep breath which he didn't realize he had been holding. Darren felt anxious, he just wanted to get there and get all that possible humiliation and all those good things over with...
"Hey kid, get up kid I don't have all day." called the same rough voice of the driver, but it was louder and Darren could smell the sickly aroma of sweat and tobacco, both which disgusted him and made him sneeze. Opening one lazy eye and suppressing a yelp Darren awoke to the pleasant view of the gentleman's face quite close to him, which quickly made him blush and stumble for words. "I-I, I mean, sorry! Sorry, sorry!" he exclaimed before slipping his hand into his pocket in search for the money needed to pay the driver who seemed impatient with him. "Tha'da be thirty-seven dollars and forty-six cents, kid." he said, quite frankly knowing Darren's name, but insisted on calling him kid. Fumbling with the dollars he just gave him thirty-eight instead, knowing change was useless at times and preferred to keep it off of his being. Waiting for the aromatic, to put it nicely, driver to move out of his way Darren practically thrust his way from the cab, almost smacking his forehead against the top of the cab on his way out, only to bump into the driver by accident while trying not to give himself on concussion. Backing away quickly with a red tinged face Darren felt like hiding, even the littlest mistake made him uncomfortable and as if someone was going to make fun of him. The driver didn't say anything but just motioned to Darren's bags that were on the side walk of a large and intimidating building.
Trying to swallow the lump in his throat Darren decided to sit down outside for a few minutes to calm his nerves, no one seemed to be entering so far, which made him feel as though this was a prison. Really, wasn't it one though? It seemed to have that idea to it. Even though the cold, brisk breeze was passing by him he felt too warm and almost sickly, nerves had already gotten to him and he hadn't even taken a step inside the place. Stepping over to his bags and then dragging them near a bench Darren sat down with the bags on one side of him, letting his back rest against the bench before rubbing his hand against his eyes in attempt to calm his nerves. Such a lonely little b***h, he thought to himself before looking up at the sky and frowning slightly.
