Shards Of Pain

Never to Be the Same

Gym Class

ALRIGHT! LINE UP, BOYS!! It's that time of the year!  

All the boys in the locker room groaned as it was the annual check ups that coach does in his warm almost labor working condition kind of basement. But they all got lined up for the humiliating check up. 

Ok, this semester, instead of going alphabetically like I usually do. The coach announced. He began starting with the names that began with a D.

 where they almost had to strip almost completely bare in their underwear for their weight check in. There were no curtains, and had to do it in front of the other boys in the gym. 

"Christian Hart!" 

Once he heard  his name,  he ran up to the scale and placed himself on there. He tried to analyze the coach's face as he was reading the scale. 

Ok, you can step off. The coach said, writing on a clipboard. "I would like to see you after class."

Ok... Christian said, walking back to his locker, fearing the worst. 

6 hours later...

Oh my god! Liam groaned loudly, throwing his bag onto the couch. "I swear if I hear someone say "fabric" one more, I'll gonna be in jail."

He had no idea how difficult the fashion industry was until he was in the office today; it seemed like he was in hell. He knew he couldn't blow his cover because it would jeopardize his safety, but what he really wanted was sleep since he didn't think he could walk another inch without collapsing.

Knock-Knock

Ugh! Who is it? Liam groaned from the bed.

Come and find out! The voice responded from the other side.

Liam managed to get himself out of the bed, and walk sluggishly to the door to see that it was Jordan.

Oh, hey. What's up? Liam responded, opening the door.

Hey, I just bought some beers and ordered too much pizza. Jordan said, with a grin. "I also brought beers."

Come on in! Liam said, suddenly all perked up.

Woah, you look tired. Jordan commented, walking right past him over to the table.

You have no idea! Liam groaned. "My boss called me in, and next thing you I'm basically running the office, while she goes off to do god knows what."

Jesus, I don't know how you do it. I would've quit. Jordan laughed before chugging his beer.

Don't think that I haven't considered it. Liam joked. "But, enough about work. I want to know more about you."

Ok, what is it that you are so interested in knowing. Jordan asked, before taking another sip of her drink. 

Like where you are from, what have you done etc. Liam explained, laughing. 

Ok, ok. Jordan replied, with a chuckle. "I was born in Connecticut, but moved to the city with my parents when I was 2. I'm an only child. My favorite color is Blue. When I was younger, I used to have a dog named Spike.  Now, your turn."

What about me? Liam questioned. 

Yeah, considering you just basically begged answers from me, I figured it would be the same to you too. Jordan replied, walking over to the Pizza. 

Ok, uh. I was adopted when I was little. Just like you, we moved. Liam began to explain. "My adoptive parents got divorced when I was 9, and my older brother went to go stay with my mom, while I stayed with my Dad. So, basically living like Parent Trap." My Dad and I never stayed in the country, really, we traveled a lot due to his job"