Broken souls Boyxboy

Chapter 13: Kill 'em with Kindness

After the 'incident', Dalton and I cleaned the room in silence once he returned from the shower. He'd finally decided to help me. It was awkward, which was a shame because I like it when he speaks, I get to know more about him, but right now I was stuck.

As I was cleaning, I found another interesting object. It was a simple printed out photo, no frame, just a plain paper photo. The photo was of Dalton and two boys, one in either side of Dalton. The two boys were slightly smaller than Dalton with wide grins plastered on their faces, where as Dalton looked like he would rather be anywhere else except for there. The background was dark, with a random blurred girl, who was probably walking past at the time, with a paper cup clutched into her hand.

"What have you found this time?" Dalton grumbled, pulling me out off my trance.

I turned around, watching as Dalton walked over to me and I shyly held the photo for him to examine. I was petrified that he would shout at me. I really was expecting him to rant to me for going through his things even though I didn't mean to. He was still pissed from earlier, or so I thought. As he strolled over, he grasped the photo gently. Maybe he got over it.

He saw it and quickly scrunched his face up, showing a clear sign of distaste. "Oh, that was a shit night."

"What happened?" I asked, curious. The boys beside him seemed so happy so how come he looked miserable?

"It was just a shit party, you know the ones with barely enough drink or people to even consider it a party?" He said, expecting me to relate to it, but obviously I couldn't. I kind of sat there awkwardly before he looked at me, a quizzical look on his face as he spoke again. "You have been to a party, right?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, s-so many parties." I lied, trying my hardest to sound convincing. I really did try my hardest.

"You're lying." He laughed.

"I'm not!" I was. I definitely was.

I would have straight up told him the truth, but I didn't want him to judge me. It seemed as if we were slowly, very very slowly, building a small friendship, or at least he's getting better at hiding his hatred for me, and I really didn't want him thinking of me as a loser, even though I was.

I knew people like Dalton, I knew those were the types of people to attend parties weekly, and get drunk without a care in the world whilst they danced with their friends. I never had that. I never went to, nor was I ever invited to a party, because at school, I was considered a bit of a weirdo who had no friends, and those types of people do not attend parties.

"How have you never been to a party before? I get invited to like 3 per week." He scoffed.

"Yeah, well you and I are very different." I mumbled, slightly off put. The was no need for him to brag about the fact that he was better than me, I knew that already.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that, sorry." He said sincerely, "I don't usually go because they aren't my thing but I know a person who's throwing one tomorrow night for her birthday, we could go, maybe?" He asked, whilst awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"It's okay, if they aren't your 'thing' then I don't want to drag you to one."

"No, it's fine, I don't mind. Plus, you could make some friends." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"No, I don't have any clothes anyways." I shrugged. Why was I denying this opportunity? I've always wanted to go to a party and fit in with everyone else, so why was I making this so difficult for myself.

"We can go out today. I need some new shit and so do you so we could go town and see what we could find."

"You seem very willing to spend time with me." I raised my eyebrows and grinned.