Shigh Heights: Simon and Darren
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
700
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Everyone in this story is a character who belongs to me, contrived completely from my own thoughts, not meant to resemble any persons living or dead, in any way. The places and shops and any non-name-brand products are also mine.
one
“Crap.” Darren mumbled, rubbing one hand over his eyes and through his hair. I’ve done it again….To his left lay a lump, a shock of red hair poking out from beneath the black comforter. Closer to the “foot” of the bed was yet another body, this one with blue hair. From the shape, he discerned it to be female.
Poking the one lying closer to himself, Darren caused the person to shift, bringing the blanket down enough for him to see the red head was a rather cute boy; 18, maybe 17. “Gods, I’m such a whore.” Darren snorted, stretching the sleep out of his cramped muscles.
At least he was in his own room this time.
Quietly, he swung his legs around and got out of bed, slipping his cold feet into the fuzzy-lined clogs waiting on the floor. Looking back at the circular hole in the wall which was actually his recessed bed, Darren grimaced a bit. Gods, I hope they weren’t expecting anything more… Shrugging in resignation, the nineteen year old twitched the curtains to once again block the bed from the rest of the room and wrote a quick letter to bodies one and two, letting them know they should just let themselves out. Leaving the slip of blue paper on the low kotatsu, Darren grabbed his work clothes and went to take a quick shower.
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Simon Bartholomew Stranj slammed the door shut and strode angrily into his studio-apartment. Mumbling under his breath, he tossed his satchel onto the floor near the colorful couch, veered right, and stepped into the small kitchenette area.
Another string of muttered curses tumbled their way past coral pink lips as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of milk. “Fucking know it all professors…” Slamming the container onto the counter with enough force to cause the white liquid to slosh nearly out. Simon grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup. Reluctantly, the blonde slowly raised it to his lips, taking a calming sip before turning with a rising sense of Doom towards the merrily blinking answering machine. “Fucking-A.”
Letting out a tumultuous sigh of exasperation, Simon finally let one long finger reach out to hit the dreaded, triangular-shaped button. “Simon Bartholomew! This is your mother, speaking! Why don’t you ever pick up the phone? Why won’t you call? When we made this ridiculous deal, we came to the agreement that you would check in daily! How am I to know everything that is going on in your life, if you don’t call? What?…I TOLD YOU NOT TO BOTHER ME RIGHT NOW, HENRY!! I’M TALKING TO OUR SON!” Simon cringed, glass of milk forgotten on the counter as his mother’s grating voice pounded over him, wreaking havoc on his nerves.
Ugh. Fucking shrill woman. I wish she could just leave me alone. Skyla was lucky to get out when she did…Unable to take anymore, Simon reached out, once again, this time to savagely jab the “erase” button, cutting the woman who had raised him off in mid-tirade. Raising the glass to his previously forgotten glass to his lips, he closed his eyes. Guess this isn’t going to be getting any easier.
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A/N (originally on facebook, so kinda a crappy note)
yay! okay, i've started Darren's story and Simon's story a million times, each, but they never seemed right.
but, omg! i randomly felt the need to put them together, and lookie what happened! it seems more......right.
anyways, this is probably my absolute fave pairing.
i love Simon. like, a lot.
and Darren maketh me giggle.
anyways, i'll put up Simon's profile, and whoever else's i can find.
oh! and in case some of you are new readers, all of these stories take place in Shigh Hieghts, a smallish town in the mountains, someplace in America ^^
i have a map of it that i did for my Econ class, an maybe i'll photo it and post it, to give everyone a better idea of......well, everything, yeah?
But seriously, i lurves them <3 :huggles Darren and Simon:
:Simon pushes her away:
:Darren and Cassy tackle Simon:
:love:
OH YEAH! and you can see an extremely dated photo of Darren on my deviantArt page. Really. This is just a rough draft of 'im. http://rabid-uke.deviantart.com/art/Cafe-Nocte-Employee-55067910
he's more loveable, not as thin......and a real person. oh! but he still has that hair. woot.
Poking the one lying closer to himself, Darren caused the person to shift, bringing the blanket down enough for him to see the red head was a rather cute boy; 18, maybe 17. “Gods, I’m such a whore.” Darren snorted, stretching the sleep out of his cramped muscles.
At least he was in his own room this time.
Quietly, he swung his legs around and got out of bed, slipping his cold feet into the fuzzy-lined clogs waiting on the floor. Looking back at the circular hole in the wall which was actually his recessed bed, Darren grimaced a bit. Gods, I hope they weren’t expecting anything more… Shrugging in resignation, the nineteen year old twitched the curtains to once again block the bed from the rest of the room and wrote a quick letter to bodies one and two, letting them know they should just let themselves out. Leaving the slip of blue paper on the low kotatsu, Darren grabbed his work clothes and went to take a quick shower.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Simon Bartholomew Stranj slammed the door shut and strode angrily into his studio-apartment. Mumbling under his breath, he tossed his satchel onto the floor near the colorful couch, veered right, and stepped into the small kitchenette area.
Another string of muttered curses tumbled their way past coral pink lips as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of milk. “Fucking know it all professors…” Slamming the container onto the counter with enough force to cause the white liquid to slosh nearly out. Simon grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup. Reluctantly, the blonde slowly raised it to his lips, taking a calming sip before turning with a rising sense of Doom towards the merrily blinking answering machine. “Fucking-A.”
Letting out a tumultuous sigh of exasperation, Simon finally let one long finger reach out to hit the dreaded, triangular-shaped button. “Simon Bartholomew! This is your mother, speaking! Why don’t you ever pick up the phone? Why won’t you call? When we made this ridiculous deal, we came to the agreement that you would check in daily! How am I to know everything that is going on in your life, if you don’t call? What?…I TOLD YOU NOT TO BOTHER ME RIGHT NOW, HENRY!! I’M TALKING TO OUR SON!” Simon cringed, glass of milk forgotten on the counter as his mother’s grating voice pounded over him, wreaking havoc on his nerves.
Ugh. Fucking shrill woman. I wish she could just leave me alone. Skyla was lucky to get out when she did…Unable to take anymore, Simon reached out, once again, this time to savagely jab the “erase” button, cutting the woman who had raised him off in mid-tirade. Raising the glass to his previously forgotten glass to his lips, he closed his eyes. Guess this isn’t going to be getting any easier.
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A/N (originally on facebook, so kinda a crappy note)
yay! okay, i've started Darren's story and Simon's story a million times, each, but they never seemed right.
but, omg! i randomly felt the need to put them together, and lookie what happened! it seems more......right.
anyways, this is probably my absolute fave pairing.
i love Simon. like, a lot.
and Darren maketh me giggle.
anyways, i'll put up Simon's profile, and whoever else's i can find.
oh! and in case some of you are new readers, all of these stories take place in Shigh Hieghts, a smallish town in the mountains, someplace in America ^^
i have a map of it that i did for my Econ class, an maybe i'll photo it and post it, to give everyone a better idea of......well, everything, yeah?
But seriously, i lurves them <3 :huggles Darren and Simon:
:Simon pushes her away:
:Darren and Cassy tackle Simon:
:love:
OH YEAH! and you can see an extremely dated photo of Darren on my deviantArt page. Really. This is just a rough draft of 'im. http://rabid-uke.deviantart.com/art/Cafe-Nocte-Employee-55067910
he's more loveable, not as thin......and a real person. oh! but he still has that hair. woot.