for him | skephalo, fluff

interference

It was Friday and I decided to skip school to stay with Darryl. I went to George's house after George left for school. I didn't want George to see me because he would tell the group that I'm skipping school to stay with Darryl, which would make Clay change the day, meaning I wouldn't be there to protect Darryl.

I went at around 9. The group was at 2nd period at that time, so George should've been gone by them. Then again, Clay said in his notebook he might choose to leave Darryl alone since he was scared he was going to regret murdering someone. Especially if Darryl didn't like George in the first place.

I could've just killed off George, but I would be no better than Clay if I did. George was innocent just like Darryl was.

I knocked on the door of George's large house. After a minute of waiting the door opened. Darryl opened it. He had messy hair and was wearing my hoodie and gray sweatpants.

"Good morning," I said to him.

"Zak? What are you doing here? Don't you have school?" He asked my rubbing his eyes.

"I skipped it to be with you," I smiled. He let me in.

"Are you hungry? I can get the cook to cook us some breakfast," Darryl offered.

"Since when did George have a cook?"

"His parents hired one after they found out I was living with him."

"That's nice of them. I'm not too hungry right now. I'll just grab a bowl of cereal or something later."

He nodded. "Wanna go to my room?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

We went upstairs and he led me through a hall of doors and opened one. His room had light gray walls with a full sized bed with black, white, and red sheets. The pillows were fluffy and covered with gray and black cases.

There was a black dresser on the other side of the room. It had a fake plant, a picture frame of me, Darryl and Vincent at the fare, and Bubbles. Above it was a mirror with papers taped to it. There were a few paintings and shelves with books stacked on them. There was a TV standing on a TV stand. His backpack was in the corner. I plopped down on his bed. "So, what do you want to do?"

He sat up straight next to me. He crossed his legs, crisscross applesauce style. "I don't know. Why did you come here anyways?"

"What, you don't want me here?"

"I'm fine if you being here, you just didn't tell me you were coming."

"I wanted it to be a surprise," I laughed and grabbed the remote from the TV stand. "I see your enjoying my hoodie."

He looked at me, his face red, and looked down at the bed sheets. I couldn't but giggle.

"You pick a movie, and I'll get snacks." I got up and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a couple of candy bars, and cooked some popcorn up. I checked the time. 9:20.

After a minute and a half I grabbed the popcorn out of the microwave and poured it into a large bowl. I walked back upstairs to Darryl. He chose a movie that was the movie adaptation of a book. It was about a high school boy who got mutated and turned into a superhero. This movie was targeted for kids, but he still wanted to watch it.

I climbed into bed. I sat between his legs. He had his arms around me and his legs spread apart leaving a space for me to sit in.