Post by joedy on Jul 25, 2007 21:26:09 GMT -5
Blonde hair with faded blue was stuck to a pale face, dark eyes closed as the water from the shower head continued to flow down over his face, and Sunday grabbed at the shampoo blindly, managing to get a hold of it a few moments later, pouring a small amount of the pink liquid into his hands. He then ran his shampoo-covered hand though his hair, forgetting that he had cut it a few days ago. He loved change. He adored changing his hair, clothes, everything. The kid finished up his shower, grabbing good smelling soap and a razor, going over his thin legs quickly then turning off the water, pulling back the white shower curtain with bubbles all over it. The mirror was all steamed up, looking like a warm frost on the surface. He toweled off, throwing on some clean clothes that he had brought with him, tight pants done up with a blue and black checkered belt. Used to match his hair. But, alas, all of his hair dye was temporary. If he died it permanent each time it'd destroy his poor hair. The small boy coughed, running product through his hair when a loud voice made him jump.
"SUNDAYYYY!"
He scrambled to open the door, shivering from the cold, steamless air. Sunday yelled back, just as loud and obnoxious but smiling. "YEAH DAD WHAT D'YA NEED?" he belted out, slipping on some shoes and socks. He was headed out for the day. He didn't know what his dad wanted from him, but whatever it was he'd do so he could leave. He had some good money saved up and he was going to go shopping dammit! He had done odd jobs all summer for it, too. Though he was basically new here, seeing as he skipped a year, he still ran into people who thought he'd moved, or something. He just explained that he had been traveling that year, for whatever reason. He wasn't about to tell some kid about Hunter. It still hurt, even thinking about him. Sunday missed him really bad. He felt a drop in his mood, and he walked down the stairs instead of leaped. Though he had a smile plastered on his face, it was mostly false. Right now, anyway. His dad didn't quite grasp how important Hunter had been, and for how long. Sunday had grown very attached to the smaller boy, and now he sighed, not wanting to think about it.
"Will you help me with this damn lizard? He won't get off of the curtains."
"SUNDAYYYY!"
He scrambled to open the door, shivering from the cold, steamless air. Sunday yelled back, just as loud and obnoxious but smiling. "YEAH DAD WHAT D'YA NEED?" he belted out, slipping on some shoes and socks. He was headed out for the day. He didn't know what his dad wanted from him, but whatever it was he'd do so he could leave. He had some good money saved up and he was going to go shopping dammit! He had done odd jobs all summer for it, too. Though he was basically new here, seeing as he skipped a year, he still ran into people who thought he'd moved, or something. He just explained that he had been traveling that year, for whatever reason. He wasn't about to tell some kid about Hunter. It still hurt, even thinking about him. Sunday missed him really bad. He felt a drop in his mood, and he walked down the stairs instead of leaped. Though he had a smile plastered on his face, it was mostly false. Right now, anyway. His dad didn't quite grasp how important Hunter had been, and for how long. Sunday had grown very attached to the smaller boy, and now he sighed, not wanting to think about it.
"Will you help me with this damn lizard? He won't get off of the curtains."
The boy sighed, slapping a hand over his face in exasperation. His dad had bought an iguana. And no, not a baby. He bought a fucking DOG sized iguana. It's name was Henerd. His father had a knack for weird names. Sunday would know first hand. He walked towards his father, then passed him onto the couch. There he stood on the back of it, grabbing the monstrous thing by the middle. Lucky it was tame, or they'd have a hell of a time trying to even just contain it. There were new tears in the curtains to match the former slashings of Henerd. "Here." he said, handing his dad the lizard and walking out the door, mumbling he was going out.
His car was a small, grey thing that had a zillion miles to the gallon. Slow, but he loved the saving on it. It never broke down, either. He had been rather fond of it since his first wreck in it and he didn't die. Sunday pulled out of the apartment parking lot, heading east. He was alone, music turned up ridiculously loud, throwing on his shades he kept on the dash. He smiled to himself, trying to cheer up. He was supposed to be happy today. It's just hard to be happy by yourself. The short kid grimaced, wishing he had some of his old friends here. But, they didn't even LIVE here. His experience with Hunter happened out of state. Hell, out of country. He was a bad boy, and he was sent to some detention center in France on court order. That's where his friends were. That's where his life was. He felt another ache, and it was almost like homesickness. He'd been there so long, with Hunter. Then he got sick... Then Sunday dropped out of the classes provided there to be with him when he needed Sunday to be there.
He turned into the mall parking lot, getting an okay spot and turning off his car, ears ringing in the new silence as he removed himself from the car. He grabbed his keys and shoved them into his pocket, and his wallet into his back pocket. Sunday crossed the street quickly, walking through the doors into the echoing part of the mall he loved. All the stores in rows inside. He grabbed a soda at the food court, then made his way towards the places he shopped most. Alone. This whole shopping thing was becoming a chore the longer he stayed here. He was so bored.
His car was a small, grey thing that had a zillion miles to the gallon. Slow, but he loved the saving on it. It never broke down, either. He had been rather fond of it since his first wreck in it and he didn't die. Sunday pulled out of the apartment parking lot, heading east. He was alone, music turned up ridiculously loud, throwing on his shades he kept on the dash. He smiled to himself, trying to cheer up. He was supposed to be happy today. It's just hard to be happy by yourself. The short kid grimaced, wishing he had some of his old friends here. But, they didn't even LIVE here. His experience with Hunter happened out of state. Hell, out of country. He was a bad boy, and he was sent to some detention center in France on court order. That's where his friends were. That's where his life was. He felt another ache, and it was almost like homesickness. He'd been there so long, with Hunter. Then he got sick... Then Sunday dropped out of the classes provided there to be with him when he needed Sunday to be there.
He turned into the mall parking lot, getting an okay spot and turning off his car, ears ringing in the new silence as he removed himself from the car. He grabbed his keys and shoved them into his pocket, and his wallet into his back pocket. Sunday crossed the street quickly, walking through the doors into the echoing part of the mall he loved. All the stores in rows inside. He grabbed a soda at the food court, then made his way towards the places he shopped most. Alone. This whole shopping thing was becoming a chore the longer he stayed here. He was so bored.