(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream

27/5/19
Tuesday

POV: Third person

"Bap bap bap bap bap bap bap bap-"
"Do you really have to do that, to my face?"
"...yes, bap bap bap bap,"
Zak poked at Darryl's face repetitively for longer than the two could even count as the brunette slaved away at his own school work.

Darryl sighed, placing his pencil on the desk and pushing the book away. He lent back in the chair, running his hands slowly and harshly down his face. "Wow, was it because of my baps?" The two chuckled slightly but the taller only shook his head. "No no, it's just..." He trailed off, looking up at Zak who was pensively listening, "I wanted to do something, something my father wouldn't like...on purpose."

Zak just stared, blankly.

"oh my god the day has come,"
"What-"
"shush shush shuush dear child, it's time." Zak moved from his chair over towards his friends, leaning on the back of it and pulling him towards the other end of Zak's small room.

Darryl was put to a holt and was immediately met with a lot of clashing and crashing coming from behind him. He turned himself around to have his entire body facing the back of the chair, there he found Zak rummaging all through his cupboards.

"Aha!" Zak pulled out a long, goth like dress a in one hand and a small box in another. "Put this on and I'll do your make-up, pretty boi." Darryl just blinked back as he tried to process. "No no no, not like that. I mean maybe later- but not that." Zak physically deflated but sadly nodded in understanding.

Darryl sat back a bit, the only thing stopping him from falling back was his grip on the chairs back. Eventually his face lit up a bit and he got up and headed towards Zak's door. Zak only looked on in confusion as the taller boy turned back and give him a smirk, "Arent you coming?" Darryl questioned as he turned back and continued walking away.

Zak quickly rushed to follow the other boy, quickly catching up on the stairs and causing the two boys to topple down them. When they both blinked their eyes back open after the fall, they realised what position they were in.

Zak was on top of Darryl and their faces were quite close. They stared at eachother for a while before they both burst out into a fit of laughter. "Exact but also opposite situation to the rain incident, huh?" Zak wheezed out. Darryl nodded back as he tried catching back his breathe.

Zak got up and extended a hand to Darryl in an effort to help him up, Darryl excepted it but never let go.

"So, any places in mind?" Zak queried as he opened the front door. Darryl thought for a moment before shaking his head, "I don't know any of the places in this town sooo..."

"...everywhere?"

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Darryl and Zak pranced around the streets of the busy town. People were walking around everywhere up and down the pathways and did their own things.

"Ooh what's that!? No no no what's that!? Wait wow that's cool!" Darryl kept goggling at practically everything he saw, almost every single thing was new to him and just mind blowing. "Jesus, you really haven't been out in a long time have ya?" Darryl simply shook his head in response, a large grin still plastered onto his face.

The two walked around for ages, going into every store that peeked the brunettes interest which was basically all of them.

As Zak and Darryl walking into a clothing store, Zak was dragged all around the store by his taller counter part. "Who would rip jeans? Doesn't that just destroy them?" Darryl questioned as he intensely stared at the mannequin wearing blue ripped jeans. Zak simply shrugged, "It looks cool I guess so that's why people wear it." Darryl could only nod in understanding before tearing his eyes off of the mannequin and onto another.