(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

The next morning

//trigger warning: internalised homophobia, breakdowns, unintentional-intentional self-harm//

23/5/19

POV: Third person

Darryl stirred and turned in bed, he squinted his eyes open only to be treated by the blazing sun that seeped through the small window. The almond haired teen sighed in distaste before being reminded by the comfortable and silky bedsheets that he wasn't at church but rather Zak's house.

A small smiled grew on his face,

'it's nicer here.'

Darryl pulled himself up, stretching his arms up into the air and yawning. His nose scrunched up and his eyes shut closed as he stretched. Once the boy opened his eyes, he saw Zak staring at him with wide eyes and a visible blush on his face, "H-hey..." Zak awkwardly waved at him, to which Darryl just simply smiled at in response.

Zak only continued to stare, he almost seemed in a daze. Darryl leant forward and snapped his fingers in Zaks face. Zak flinched back and forced out a nervous chuckle, startled by the sudden movement.

"Are you alright?" Darryl turned his head to the side a little, looking at his best friend with concern. "Y-yeah, I'm perfectly fine." Zak smiled at Darryl, it seemed genuine enough but  of course it wasn't,

Zak had stayed up all night, at first it was from excitement but it was quickly followed by pure terror. Darryl was the kind of Christian were he was raised to believe these feelings were a sin, they were disgusting and something that should be punished or worse for. Darryl would never except his feelings for Zak and if he were too, Zak could only think about how long that would take.

His mind turned so sour so quickly, in a matter of minutes and it affected him until about now, until he was wide awake, head pounding and tired as all shit, uncontrollably staring at the boy who he thought he'd never be able to actually have.

"We should uh, get some food." Zak suggested as he pointed to his bedroom door. Darryl nodded, getting off of the bed with ease. Zak sat there for a moment, not really wanting to move or having the will power.

Darryl stopped at the door, looking back at Zak. Darryl held out his hand for him, but Zak only stared at it for a moment and winced slightly before turning back. Darryl tilted his head, then he finally saw it.

Zak was glaring into his mattress yet it wasnt much of a glare because he wasn't angry, he was upset, frustrated and in pain. Darryl sat next to him, sympathetically looking on at the pitiful sight. "Hey, what's wrong?" Zak flickered his eyes to the boy but didn't bother turning his head.

"Do you remember your dreams?"

Darryl was slightly taken aback but he never let himself express it, "uh," he looked outside the window, it was spiting outside and created a homely aura, "no, I don't. I haven't been able to remember my dreams for a few years now."

Zak pulled up his knees to his chest and stared out the same window his crush proceeded to glance out of. "Why?" Darryl questioned, looking back at his friend. Zak finally looked over at Darryl, laying his head down on his knees in the older boy's direction.

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, indulging themselves in the others company. Zak finally smiled, although be it a sad one. "Come on, let's go."

-

The boys almost ate but were interrupted by a phone call that the pastor would be arriving too soon for breakfast to be actually made.

Darryl got dressed in his normal attire but Zak didn't bother to change into his own. The taller of the two gathered all his things and placed it all neatly in his backpack for safe keeping. Darryl smiled down at his work before being interrupted by the honking of a car at the front.