I'm Not Okay (Dorbyn)

Four

Third person pov

"So you're here because you were an underaged stripper?" Daniel asks Allison. She nods.

"When my dad found out he got so pissed that he basically threw me out and sent me to this camp." She says. Mike chuckles.

"Sooo do you enjoy being a stripper?" He asks. Allison shoots daggers at him.

"Hey don't even think about it." The young counselor scolds. Mike throws himself back in an over dramatic act to throw a hissy fit. Daniel chuckles slightly and crossed his legs.

"What about you Daniel." Corbyn asks. Daniel gulps and let's out a small, awkward chuckle.

"Um well obviously my name is Daniel um my last name is Seavey. I'm from Portland. I like to play guitar then my boyfriend got me into baseball so that's fun to play." He says. Mike shakes his head.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asks. Daniel nods.

"Um yeah he was the leader of the gang I was in well I guess I'm still in it but they split it up." The blue eyed boy explains. Allison laughs out hysterically.

"And where is he now!?" She shrieks. Daniel huffs.

"He's in the men's central prison." He practically yells. The girl only laughs harder.

"They sent a young gay dude to a prison that's all men, that's literally asking for him to get raped." Daniel felt his blood boil as the girl continued to laugh at him. "I'm guessing you bottom? Has he ever even had a dick up his ass before?" The boy stood up and squeezed his fist together.

"Would you shut the hell up!" He screams. He couldn't hear anything. The blood had covered up his eardrums. He could hear a muffled voice but he couldn't make out what it was saying. He just watched the girl who was laughing at him. His fist raised up next to his head. "I SAID SHUT UP!" He tries to lunge at the girl but a hand gripping the back of his shirt stops him.

"And I said to calm down." Corbyn says. Daniel thrashes around in the blonde's hands before. He turns and throws Corbyn's hand off of his shirt but doesn't go after Allison.

"And who the hell are you to tell me what I can and can't do!" Daniel spits at the other. Corbyn sighs.

"I am your counselor and I think that we've had enough for tonight.  I think Mike should head to the room girls you too." He says. "Daniel I need to talk to you." Everyone walks to their rooms while Daniel sits back down on the couch. He huffs and crosses his arms.

"If you're going to tell me that I was being over dramatic then you can shove a sock in it because I-"

"I'm not going to say you were being over dramatic." Corbyn cuts him off. Daniel's face softens and he uncrosses his arms. "I'm not going to call you a drama queen or say that you went to far because you didn't. She was being a jerk and you had every right to act out." Daniel smiles. His tooth gap shows through his tough exterior. Corbyn smiles back at him.

"Really?" Daniel questions. Corbyn nods. In one movement the blue eyed boy reaches forward and hugs the blonde. He was only slightly taller than Daniel. Although he had just met Corbyn and what he was doing was "pathetic" As Zach would say he cried. He cried into the blonde's shoulder. He felt a hand on his back and a soothing voice telling him to calm down. "I miss them.. They were my only family I can't believe I let them split us up." He mumbles into Corbyn's chest. "This is all my fault." He lets out another small sob before detaching himself from the boy. There was a small puddle of tears on his shirt. "I-im sorry." Daniel whispers. He wipes his eyes. Corbyn looks down at his shoulder.

"Don't worry it's fine. Are you calmed down." He puts a comforting hand on Daniel's shoulder. Daniel nods and wraps his left arm over his chest. Corbyn smiles at him slightly. "Why don't you head to bed we need to be up early tomorrow." He says. The blue eyed boy nods again before walking past Corbyn and into the room where Mike was layed down under the blankets. Soft snores coming from his mouth. Daniel sighs and walks past his bed to the bathroom. He walks in to see two towels, one for him and one for Mike. He takes the first one and sets it aside, leaving the first on the toilet lid. He pulls back the shower curtain and turns on the water. He let's out a heavy, shaking sigh as he walks over to the mirror. He looks into his own eyes before pulling off his vest and hanging it on the hook. He pulls off his T-shirt admiring his chest. He had a square shaped scar in the middle where they had to cut open his chest. He sniffs before bending down and yanking his pants and boxers down. He squeezes his eyes shut before stepping into the warm shower.