What a day! (OPEN)

[horselover100]

The day had been as normal as ever, English, Maths, Spanish, History...the list trailed on for ever!

Chris walked into his room, he had just been informed of a new boy in with him and his other room mate, the boys name was Danni, the Danni that he hated with a passion like no other!

Scowling, he slammed the door shut and sat onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling...Oh why! Didn't this stupid school know anything?
He sat up and walked towards his draws at the other end of the bed, pulling out a photo of his friend...her name was Bee. They had known each other for sometime, and he liked her, he maybe loved her, and he thought she felt the same about him.

Walking over to the bed, he sat down, staring at the photo of her smiling and happy face.

[nekosan]

There is a thin line between, what is good and what is evil,
I would tiptoe down that line, but I would feel unstable.
My life is a circus, and I am tripping down the tightrope,
Well, there is nothing to save me now,
I’m falling to the ground. Falling to the ground. Down to the ground


<sup>Tripping over his bags for the fifth time, he grunted a foul curse, and stopped in front of his new dorm. He scowled darkly, hiding it behind a veil of deep chestnut hair. “Chris Richards hey? Great. Popular bastard, thinking he’s so great,” Danni thought murderously, pushing open the door with far too much force, so that it swung open violently and slammed into the wall.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, feeling very irritated. He first dragged the bag with his clothes in, and dumped it on the bed that was pushed against the wall in the corner, then went back to retrieve his guitar case. Once that was placed much more carefully on the bed, he went and got a smaller bag which carried his portable amp. He may not be placed in the music clique, but he sure knew how to play a good tune. He ignored Chris; he knew full well he was there, mooning over some popular girl’s photo.

Shoving his bag of clothes under the bed for sorting out later, he carefully got out his guitar and plugged it into the amp, beginning to tune it. He glanced at Chris every now and then, and fiddled with his silver lip ring thoughtfully. He strummed a soft tune, and finally worked up the courage to talk.
“Who’s that you’re drooling over?” he asked acidly. If he wasn’t in a bad mood, his voice had a nice ring to it, but as it was he was in a foul mood and thus his voice became slightly raspy. You couldn’t really say he growled, because people just didn’t growl like that. He slammed out an angry string of chords to prove the point that he was in a bad mood. Maybe Chris would ignore him. That’d make him happy. Except Chris was a popular, and if there was one thing Danni had learnt about populars, it was this - Populars like to talk. A lot.</sup>


I speak of madness, my heart and soul
I cry for people who ain’t got control
Let’s take our sanity, let’s take a passion,
Let’s take responsibility for ev-ery action.

[horselover100]

Chris was awoken from his thoughts by a crash of a door, and looked up, seeing his new roomate come in, yes it was Danni.
He rolled his eyes and looked down at the photo, not bothering to look up as he heard Danni come in with his suitcase and bags.

Idiot! he thought to himself, Can't even remember why I hate him!

He heard Danni start to tune his guitar, this was now the beginning of a horrible jounery of hell! He looked up and finally heard Danni speak;

“Who’s that you’re drooling over?”

Chris frowned and said, "Its a girl." he said this bluntly, his voice icey cold. "Her name is Bee."
Thinking it best if Danni didn't see the photo, he stood up and put it back into his draw, coming back to sit on the bed, he sat crossed legged.
"So, you are going to be my new roomate, we are going to have lots of fun!" he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall.

[nekosan]

There is a thin line between, what is good and what is evil,
I would tiptoe down that line, but I would feel unstable.
My life is a circus, and I am tripping down the tightrope,
Well, there is nothing to save me now,
I’m falling to the ground. Falling to the ground. Down to the ground


^{Danni glanced up at him again, still playing even though he wasn’t looking. He drifted between chunks of songs, little tunes he’d heard before and even his own thing. He didn’t really know where to settle, Chris was making him nervous. What if Chris saw his scars, or asked him about his history? Where he came from, even his crushes! Danni couldn’t own up to crushing on a guy or two, could he? Nah, better to put him off speaking all together. He stopped playing, and rested the guitar next to him on the bed, swinging his legs up onto the mattress. He didn’t care if he made the white bed linen dirty with his tatty old converses.
“We will if you keep talking to me,” he said icily, glaring at the older boy. Leaning on the wall, looking all hot and amazing and popular. Pff. Danni couldn’t look more stupid in a tutu. Actually, he probably could, but right now Danni was seriously craving a bowl of raspberries, and becoming frighteningly close to hating Chris more than flies. That was a very bad thing, being more annoying than a fly. Danni did horrid things to flies, and who knows what he did to people that were worse than them. He clenched his fists, and started picking at the duvet.}


I speak of madness, my heart and soul
I cry for people who ain’t got control
Let’s take our sanity, let’s take a passion,
Let’s take responsibility for ev-ery action.

[horselover100]

“We will if you keep talking to me,”

Chris smirked, "You should never be rude to your elders Danni!" he said, smirking even more now. Well...it was true, well that was what his mother had told him anyway.
"So..." Chris said once again, tilting his head back so it rested on the wall and he got a better look at the boy, "where did you come from? As in, whats your backgrond?" he asked, cocking his head to one side, hatred bolling up inside him, but he knew better not to explode.

[nekosan]

There is a thin line between, what is good and what is evil,
I would tiptoe down that line, but I would feel unstable.
My life is a circus, and I am tripping down the tightrope,
Well, there is nothing to save me now,
I’m falling to the ground. Falling to the ground. Down to the ground


^{Danni almost exploded. Nice to his elders? What the fuck ever. Like that was ever going to happen. Chris should learn to hold his tongue. He played the first song he ever learnt, American Idiot, whilst Chris asked his next question. The song became worse, and stiffer, as the words churned over in Danni’s mind, becoming distracted and angry.
“You should learn to keep out of people’s business,” was his snide response, a slimy glare at him, before he returned his attention to the guitar. All his drive had fizzled out in a nano second, so he put it back into its case and pushed it aside. He lay on his front, his arms crossed over with his chin resting on his arms. His eyes shone more than was natural, biting back tears. He felt angry with himself now, as well, wallowing in his past like that in front of someone. Breathing slowly and deeply, he composed himself, but didn’t look up. He just mumbled a sort of polite answer into the bed.
“My mum’s Chinese. I lived just south of London, in Epsom,” it was a grudging reply, a crap excuse for his ‘background’ but he didn’t think he was quite ready to tell anyone about it. He’d never even properly talked to his mum about his problems.}


I speak of madness, my heart and soul
I cry for people who ain’t got control
Let’s take our sanity, let’s take a passion,
Let’s take responsibility for ev-ery action.

[horselover100]

Chris watched as the younger boy went into a strange mood and lay on his bed, PROBLEMS AT HOME! was the first flashing thought that went into Chris' head but he pushed it aside.

“My mum’s Chinese. I lived just south of London, in Epsom,”
"You are British like me." Chris said slightly happer, "well, that makes too British people." maybe he had been a bit hard on this young boy, he was younger then Chris.

"I came from up North tho, not the nicest places to live but it suited me fine." Chris said, trying to make conversation, he didn't want to tell Danni about his own background, about his dead mother.

[nekosan]

There is a thin line between, what is good and what is evil,
I would tiptoe down that line, but I would feel unstable.
My life is a circus, and I am tripping down the tightrope,
Well, there is nothing to save me now,
I’m falling to the ground. Falling to the ground. Down to the ground


^{Danni sat up again, trying not to sulk. Luckily he’d not put make up on that day. Didn’t want to make a bad first impression after all - but since when did Danni care about that? - So nothing had run down his face. That was the worst, when you ended up with sticky black running eyeliner down your face. Not a good look, even if you were an emo.
“Big whoop,” Danni mumbled sarcastically, picking at his shoe laces. They were pretty tight, and he couldn’t get them undone. He finally managed to pry off the dirty shoe (it was surprising it didn’t just fall apart) and flung it against the wall, so that it landed neatly next to his dresser. The second shoe followed close behind, and he smiled faintly. He quickly thought of something to think of that wouldn’t involve talking about his family and what not, and then he remembered. He got up and crouched down beside the bed, digging in his bag for something. Pulling out his black iPod, he sat back down on the bed, and put one earphone in his ear. He put it on shuffle, and let the music flow over him. He smiled faintly again when his favourite song, Dandelion, came on. Yeah, what a big girl he was, liking a song named after a flower. But he loved the band; they were an awesome rock band and always seemed to make him feel better. He had even taught himself a few of their songs.
“What sort-a music do you listen to?” Danni asked, yawning boredly. He lay back on the bed, crossing his legs over and twitching his foot in time to the music.}


I speak of madness, my heart and soul
I cry for people who ain’t got control
Let’s take our sanity, let’s take a passion,
Let’s take responsibility for ev-ery action.

[horselover100]

Chris watched silently to see what the younger boy would do, his moment of trying to be nice to the boy had gone, and so he gave up and went back to hating him.

“What sort-a music do you listen to?”

"Not your type." Chris said, he could hear the music from hear, and he didn't like the sound of it. Shrugging, he lay back, signing, onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly, his mobile went off, and he looked up. Grabbing it, he flipped it open.

"Hello."
It was Bee.
"Oh, heya...yes...Bee!" he laughed, lying back on his bed, "yeah, yeah, alright then, I'll see you in half an hour...yup....." pause... "yup, see you then, bye!"

He flipped the phone down, and lay on his bed, a happy smile spreading across his face.

[nekosan]

There is a thin line between, what is good and what is evil,
I would tiptoe down that line, but I would feel unstable.
My life is a circus, and I am tripping down the tightrope,
Well, there is nothing to save me now,
I’m falling to the ground. Falling to the ground. Down to the ground


^{He rolled his eyes. So, pop music…no, he couldn’t call it music. It was more like a load of squeaky noises with crap singing laid over it. When the phone rang, Danni picked up his guitar, smirking coyly, and played it really badly.
“Oops! Sorry, lost my touch for a bit there!” he called out sarcastically, before continuing to play it loudly, properly at least. When Chris had finished, Danni slowly and deliberately put the guitar back again.
“Got a date then, lover boy?” he said, his voice sickly smooth and all together a friendly tone, but he was being quite rude. It was fun.}


I speak of madness, my heart and soul
I cry for people who ain’t got control
Let’s take our sanity, let’s take a passion,
Let’s take responsibility for ev-ery action.

[horselover100]

Chris sat up, "As a matter of fact, I have." Chris said, rolling his eyes and getting off the bed, grabbing his coat from the back of the door.
He put it on and grabbed his phone, slipping it into his pocket.
"Don't you dare touch any of my stuff, understand?" he asked, glaring at the boy, his eyes ablaze.

"I'll see you later." he said, "I'll be back in two hours." he said and opened the door, walking out of the room and slamming it shut behind him.