King Of Air { Hiatus }

Chapter Two

Ded still refused to leave his room in the morning. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Just that he didn't want to leave. He felt to stuck to his window. The door was locked. Ah yes, the famous ' fuck you ' sign. He had a black painted room with a bed in the far right corner. The carpet was messy and he had a dresser on the opposite side of the room. It faced the bed and held a small TV. He had a book shelf next to that. It held a small box. A box with very unpleasant toys. On top of that was his So called ' Son ' it was a cactus. And on the top of the book shelf was a book or two about history. Not that he cared. His first self was empty. The second slef held the unpleasant box and his ' Son '
The third shelf held a few comic books and pens with some paper. The last shelf held a old drawing pad and his bong. The self was about a good 7 feet high. His fan was off and the room was dim. Next to his bed held a small night stand with a lap and phone. In the first drawer held his pills. Ah yes. The pills for depression and other various things. The second and last drawer held some unpleasant magazines and a few other unpleasant toys. It held a dirty hoddie and camera. On the wall above his bed held his clock and three posters. One was an anime poster. The other two where of the stars. There was a hidden rolled up one under his bed. Ah! Now in between the dresser / TV and the Book shelf was a closest. It held a few t-shirts. A pink hoddie and folded on the top to be unseen where a few unpleasant clothes. And about one or two more bongs. He had a Board game or two up there. On the floor of his closest held some shoes and messy pushed to the corner dirty clothes. He may be dirty and such, but he wasn't a messy person. Not with his OCD. Well he had a small amount. It wasn't all to had but it was okay.
You see, with his thoughts keeping his hearing at bay it seemed Tim picked the lock. Oops. Tim was gentle guy but he didn't take to kindly to the vaping. He had to put up with Ded and Pay doing it all the time. "David!" Ded swore he never turned around so fast. In a blinknkf an eye he seemed to glare. His name, he hated it so much. Tim never felt so bad for saying it but he crossed his arms. The thin male waved a hand and Ded sighed. They both knew the answer. Ded got up and grabbed his hoddie. "Okay I'm going, I'm going. Just make sure you and pay handle each other tonight, okay? Dont go to crazy." Tim blushed lightly. The males cheeks tainted a pink as he nodded a little. Ded smiled and changed into a pair of longer shorts just above his knees. He left the house and waved at Tim. Pay was off at his so called 'job' and that left Tim to go spend time with his brother. Ded swore this was a normal walk. A normal day. But time went by so quick he met someone named Seven. That was the oddest name. It stood because of his birth mark on his wrist. A number seven. His real name was Mason. Yet Ded swore this male had something in him. He couldn't stray away from him. They ended up going to a diner. Flower Café.