Meraki [Scarian Collage AU]

Chapter 5

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway brought Scar back to reality. He felt relieved that the headache wasn't making him want to vomit, it was almost gone by now. Scar slowly got up to unlock his door, he didn't want to raise any suspicions. 

"Scar? Kiddo, we're home!" The sound of his dad's joyful voice made him smile a bit. Scar quietly opened the door and went to the bathroom. The first thing he noticed was the mirror in front of him, reflecting him way too perfect for his liking. Every single flaw of his body was seen in it, every scar he had from the operations, the red eyes from crying, tear-stained cheeks...

He went in and locked the door behind him, a sigh escaped his lips making him almost vomit from the smell of strong alcohol. Scar pulled off his clothes and got in the shower. The steaming hot water against his back has never felt so good. Scar took a mental note to not forget to brush his teeth. 

He picked up a bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hand. He lifted his hands to his hair and started washing it, the only thing he was focusing on was not falling over. Maybe he should've focused on washing his hair too because his eyes felt like they were burning from the shampoo getting into them. Scar felt a very strong urge to just scream at top of his lungs and make everyone listen to him. Just for once stop treating him like an animal at the zoo, funny to look at, laugh while throwing gifts at his face, acting like at any time he will escape his cage and eat them all alive! 

Scar got out of the shower, and put on some new underwear that was drying on the radiator because of course he forgot to take new clothes. He stared into the mirror above the sink and made the most believable smile he could. After deciding it was good enough he picked up his toothbrush, put on some toothpaste, and started brushing them. Before walking out he made sure to put the alcohol smell soaked up clothes into the washing bag and smile once again just for good measure. 

After making his way to his room and just putting on some PJs, Scar went down to greet his dads. "Hello!" His dad looked up from his phone. "Well hello there, kiddo! Where were you? You didn't come down when we came back." Scar simply smiled. "I was just taking a shower and didn't hear you I guess." 

His other dad came into the living room. "Hi, sweetie. You might want to dress up a bit more." He laughed and Scar looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" His pa turned to look at his dad and back at him. "Didn't your dad tell you that we will be going to the neighbor's house? They invited us a week ago." Scar ran through his memories trying to find something about this, but he found nothing. "Nope. First time hearing this."  

"Well, either way, maybe put on something else? Unless you want to go there in your PJs." Scar shook his head. "I will go change." Scar walked up the stairs and into his room. He opened up his closet trying to find something nicer. The new green dress caught his eye, but he quickly changed his mind. He really didn't want to embarrass his dads, it was a new life opportunity for them and him. 

After looking through most of his clothes, Scar settled with sand-colored cargo pants and a grandpa sweater, not forgetting to put on some rose-smelling perfume. He preferred sweet-smelling perfumes over "manly" cologne, it was way too sharp for his liking. 

He went down and his dads were ready to go. 3 of them walked through the front door and to the front yard. "Before we go I want to tell you something, they have 3 kids. The oldest is a girl, her name is Pearl and from what I heard she's a very sweet person." They were almost at the front door of their neighbors. " The youngest is a boy, his name is Timmy and his parents told me that he also loves drawing! The middle one is actually your age. Maybe you could be friends. His name is Grian and-" 

Scar stopped dead in his tracks. Was this the same 'Grian'? I mean how many 'Grian's' can there be? "I should probably not go..." He turned around and started walking towards his house. "Why?"