Tranquility

Chapter 1: I Hate Parties

Daron Malakian had a pretty boring life.

Nothing was good, and nothing was really bad. Whenever he would start to get a little bit insane after the same schedule every single day he'd just drown it in alcohol and weed. Don't ask how he get's it most of the time, it's a secret.

Daron doesn't work alone in getting his supplies however, his childhood best friend was always right by his side, his name is John.

John has been there since that one fateful day in elementary. Daron had been a very "weird" kid by societal terms since day one, so it was no surprise when he moved to a new school in a completely different state he would eventually be picked on. It was one day when some girl, probably named Suzy, pushed him to the ground and called him a freak. While Daron was accepting the usual, that's not what he got. He remembered John walked up and told Suzy to "frick off". It was that day that John had become shunned from the "popular" clique and him and Daron were called the "freak shows".

But, besides the point, they were really close to say the least. They always shared every secret each other had- besides maybe one. One that Daron couldn't tell anyone- especially John. In the last 3 years since high school started Daron felt weird around John. He was always happier with the other around, not the usual hanging out with your best friend happy. But, overtly happy.

He had.. feelings for John. As much as Daron tries to suppress it, nothing works. He doesn't want to lose John, his first and only friend, which is why he won't tell a soul.

Here in the present day Daron sat in his room awaiting John's presence. John had asked to hang out earlier, and Daron knew what it meant. John wanted something. Yeah sure, there were times that John genuinely wanted to hang out, but it was few and far between, Daron would usually have to ask instead.

Daron sat in silence in his room writing, he would put on background noise, but, it usually distracted him. He enjoyed the silence of the room.

Daron enjoyed writing poetry in his spare time, mostly about mostly about his feelings toward his friend, but this time it wasn't.

"As the century nears its formidable end, our global experience of universal proportions, predicted by many greats, will arrive at our solar system, to our system of a down."

He wrote, but was disrupted from writing anymore as John burst through his door.

"Hey, man!" Daron immediately turned around the paper. He didn't really feel like explaining it to John.

"Holy shit, John." Daron turned around. "You have a hand for a reason, knock." John rolled his eyes.

"You have a hand for a reason blah blah blah," he mocked as he made his way to Daron's bed. Daron turned around in his spinning chair to face John.

"Let's just pretend I didn't hear that, so I wont say no to help you with whatever you want." John widened his eyes.

"How did you know? That I, uh-" Daron cut him off.

"Wanted something? John, I'm not exactly fucking stupid here. What is it?" He turned back towards his desk writing random words on the paper.

Let's preface this with saying, Daron Malakian very much hated parties. Although the free booze and weed did sound somewhat appealing to him, the pros were heavily outweighed by the cons. Being: crowded spaces, smells like ass and best of all, people being down one another's throats everywhere you turn. So when John was trying to convince Daron to go with him, you could guess what his answer was.

"No." Daron dismissively waved toward John and continued writing.

"D, cmon! We're literal fuckin' social outcasts at school, we need somewhat of a reputation." John crossed his arms.