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Against All Odds
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,437
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Friday...still.
WOW ^_^ Thanks to everyone. In the first day alone and with only one chapter 129 people read this and 4 reviews. Thanks!!! And I am so glad you all like it, or well I think you all like it, lol. I\'ll keep writing as long as I can. It may be a day or two for the next chapter, takin\' care of business, ya know. lol, anyway thanks again.
I forgot to mention in the first chapter that all characters are mine!!!! muahahahah!
*snuggles
Friday...still - Darien\'s POV
Damn alarm again. I guess I have to get up. Searching my closet I assume I must wear something presentable. Like hell. I do however choose a pair of black Calvin Klein slacks that hang way to low on my hips, so I put a leather belt on that doesn\'t seem to help any. Grabbing a white button down shirt I throw it on and roll the sleeves up to my elbows, ignoring to button it at the moment. I put on my two favorite leather wristbands. One was a Christmas present from Brie with a metal butterfly and the other had belonged to Valerie, my \"other mother\". I put on a few rings and choose a small leather necklace with a silver crucifix on it and I move on into the bathroom.
My mother decided to give me the master bedroom so that her room would be closer to her studio. Not that she ever seems to sleep.
After I brush my teeth, I apply my usual thick amout of black eyeliner and then return to my room. Searching through my twenty-billion pairs of shoes I choose a pair of comfortable Prada dress shoes. I grab my messenger bag from the floor. Maybe I should get a new one. I\'ve had this one since seventh grade. It\'s in good shape, just covered in band patches and pins. Hmm...whatever.
Checking to see if my iPod, wallet, latest book, and other little necessities I\'ll need from my day trip into the wild unknown before grabbing my cell. I head down to the kitchen buttoning only the middle button on my shirt while I\'m at it, so the world can look upon my peirced naval in diapproval.
Seeing that mom apparently isn\'t ready I make myself a cup of tea. If I were to make coffee she would just steal if from and the whole thing would have been a waste of time.
As I check my cell for missed calls and sip at my tea, mom enters dressed in her normal \"I\'m a artist stuck in the \'70\'s\" attire. She gives me a once over while I lean on the counter and return to my tea and cell phone.
\"Did you eat?\"
\"No.\"
\"Well, I suppose we can eat out.\"
\"Okay.\"
Only does my mother tolerate my lack of communication skills. It\'s not really a lack of, just I prefer not to have to speak at all.
\"Are you ready?\"
Mentally checking that I have everything, I nod.
As we pull out of the garage, mom puts the top down on the car. She never did that in New York.
+~+~+~+
Downtown, Friday Afternoon. Whoo.....hoo.... - Darien\'s POV
It\'s a quarter to one when we reach downtown. There\'s people here and there. I don\'t see anyone under the age of forty, which is fine by me. Mom pulls into the parking lot of a resturant called \"Longhorn\". What the hell kinda name is that?
We enter, unfortantaly. the hostess shows us a table near the bar. Apparentaly they don\'t serve anything that didn\'t once belong to a cow.
A perky little waitress bounces up to our table. The happiness and emotions that flow off her are making me sick.
\"How ya\'ll doin\'? What can I get fer ya?\"
What the HELL did she just say? I stare at the happy little woman.
\"I\'ll would like a Irish coffee, please.\"
Oh, drinks.
\"Seltzer water with lime.\"
The overzealous female gives me a odd look.
\"Alright! My names Cheryl and I\'ll be right back with yall\'s drinks.\"
Huh?! She leaves, bouncing back the direction in which she came.
\"What a nice place, don\'t you think Darien?\"
\"Hmm.\"
\"I\'m glad you decided to dress...nice. First impressions you know.\"
\"Yeah.\"
The waitress returned and we ordered our food. Conversation was limited. We talked, well she talked and I sorta listened.
Finally lunch was over. Two-thirty. School was out. I hope no one that I may possibly know will be around. Mom left me, so I walked off in the other direction. Well, here goes nothing. I have sealed my fate for sure. As I walk the street, everyone stares. I can\'t wait for Monday.
I forgot to mention in the first chapter that all characters are mine!!!! muahahahah!
*snuggles
Friday...still - Darien\'s POV
Damn alarm again. I guess I have to get up. Searching my closet I assume I must wear something presentable. Like hell. I do however choose a pair of black Calvin Klein slacks that hang way to low on my hips, so I put a leather belt on that doesn\'t seem to help any. Grabbing a white button down shirt I throw it on and roll the sleeves up to my elbows, ignoring to button it at the moment. I put on my two favorite leather wristbands. One was a Christmas present from Brie with a metal butterfly and the other had belonged to Valerie, my \"other mother\". I put on a few rings and choose a small leather necklace with a silver crucifix on it and I move on into the bathroom.
My mother decided to give me the master bedroom so that her room would be closer to her studio. Not that she ever seems to sleep.
After I brush my teeth, I apply my usual thick amout of black eyeliner and then return to my room. Searching through my twenty-billion pairs of shoes I choose a pair of comfortable Prada dress shoes. I grab my messenger bag from the floor. Maybe I should get a new one. I\'ve had this one since seventh grade. It\'s in good shape, just covered in band patches and pins. Hmm...whatever.
Checking to see if my iPod, wallet, latest book, and other little necessities I\'ll need from my day trip into the wild unknown before grabbing my cell. I head down to the kitchen buttoning only the middle button on my shirt while I\'m at it, so the world can look upon my peirced naval in diapproval.
Seeing that mom apparently isn\'t ready I make myself a cup of tea. If I were to make coffee she would just steal if from and the whole thing would have been a waste of time.
As I check my cell for missed calls and sip at my tea, mom enters dressed in her normal \"I\'m a artist stuck in the \'70\'s\" attire. She gives me a once over while I lean on the counter and return to my tea and cell phone.
\"Did you eat?\"
\"No.\"
\"Well, I suppose we can eat out.\"
\"Okay.\"
Only does my mother tolerate my lack of communication skills. It\'s not really a lack of, just I prefer not to have to speak at all.
\"Are you ready?\"
Mentally checking that I have everything, I nod.
As we pull out of the garage, mom puts the top down on the car. She never did that in New York.
+~+~+~+
Downtown, Friday Afternoon. Whoo.....hoo.... - Darien\'s POV
It\'s a quarter to one when we reach downtown. There\'s people here and there. I don\'t see anyone under the age of forty, which is fine by me. Mom pulls into the parking lot of a resturant called \"Longhorn\". What the hell kinda name is that?
We enter, unfortantaly. the hostess shows us a table near the bar. Apparentaly they don\'t serve anything that didn\'t once belong to a cow.
A perky little waitress bounces up to our table. The happiness and emotions that flow off her are making me sick.
\"How ya\'ll doin\'? What can I get fer ya?\"
What the HELL did she just say? I stare at the happy little woman.
\"I\'ll would like a Irish coffee, please.\"
Oh, drinks.
\"Seltzer water with lime.\"
The overzealous female gives me a odd look.
\"Alright! My names Cheryl and I\'ll be right back with yall\'s drinks.\"
Huh?! She leaves, bouncing back the direction in which she came.
\"What a nice place, don\'t you think Darien?\"
\"Hmm.\"
\"I\'m glad you decided to dress...nice. First impressions you know.\"
\"Yeah.\"
The waitress returned and we ordered our food. Conversation was limited. We talked, well she talked and I sorta listened.
Finally lunch was over. Two-thirty. School was out. I hope no one that I may possibly know will be around. Mom left me, so I walked off in the other direction. Well, here goes nothing. I have sealed my fate for sure. As I walk the street, everyone stares. I can\'t wait for Monday.