Arriving at Jack's house, Liam took a deep breath. Today was the day where he found out what the actual fuck was going on in the guy's head, and today was the day he got rid of it. After walking up the lengthy brick path snaking through the flowers to the double front door, Liam took a moment to admire the colossal home in front of him. The exterior was pale brick, and the teenager currently stood under a marble porch complete with carved pillars. The bay windows on either side of the grey door protruded from the flat walls, adorned with various climbing plants. It was truly magnificent.
The boy knocked on the door, and after a few seconds of commotion from inside, one half opened to reveal a pretty lady, maybe in her mid-thirties, with the same delicate blonde hair as Jack.
"Hello!" She said, a large smile on her face. "You must be Liam. Come in, Jack's just upstairs having a shower, he'll be down in a few minutes." The woman rushed out, all with a beaming expression. After the Liam took his shoes off by the door, she led him in to a enormous living room. On the left was an expansive TV dominating most of the wall, a large plush sofa facing it. On the right was an ornate fireplace, it's marble prowess a bold statement. And straight ahead, sitting at a cushy armchair, was a man with biceps bigger than Liam had even seen. The guy sat reading the day's newspaper, his light blue eyes flickering about, occasionally adjusting the medium length brown hair atop his head.
He looked up just as the lady introduced them. "I'm Jack's mum, as I am sure you have already gathered, please feel free to call me Sally. And this boring old lump in front of you is his dad, who I would get you to call Arnold but he's fussy and has different people call him different things." She said kindly.
"How flattering Sally, you do always love to bring light to my good side." Jack's dad said with a twinkle in his eye. "And I don't get people to call me different things," he turned to Liam. "You can call me Arnold. And as I don't get told anything in this house, what can I call you?" He said with a gentle smile.
"I'm Liam. Nice to meet you." The boy replied, shaking his hand. At that moment, Jack came downstairs.
"Oh God, had I known you were here I would have rushed out of the shower. What has my dad tried to sell you?" He said, brushing his blonde hair to the side with a smile.
"Don't worry, he hasn't tried anything." Liam replied.
"Yet." Arnold added, making everyone laugh.
"Anyway," Sally said after everyone's laughter had died down. "It's only ten, so have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, I was up stupidly early this morning so I did. Thank you for asking." Liam said.
"Good, good. I do however know for sure you need something to drink. We've got pretty much everything from chocolate milk, because Jack would die without it, and coke."
"Just water would be fine thanks."
"OK. You head upstairs with Jack and I'll bring it up for you."
"Thank you!" Liam called as he was dragged upstairs by a rather unusual side of Jack. The boy had never seen him so happy, but he supposed school can do that to you.
After walking up the grand marble staircase, they walked down a white paint clad hallway to a large door. When they arrived, Jack turned around with a small smile.
"Be shocked all you want, but I'm lazy as fuck and can't be bothered to clean it. Oh, and I've had the privileged white boy talk from plenty of people, so save your breath." The boy said with a slightly nervous grin. Liam just laughed in agreement, but couldn't stop his gasp as the door was swung open.
Beyond the threshold opened up a huge space, easily twice the size of Liam's bedroom. It expanded out to the left and right, but straight ahead was a wide bay window, its delicate wood frame painted white. As the guest walked further inside the room, it's neutral palate easy on the eyes, Liam was only more amazed. What could have only been a king sized four poster bed was sat up against one wall, drapes of whites and greys hanging on every side. Beside the feature sat twin cabinets, each littered with framed photos and general items, some of which had fallen onto the soft white carpet. Jack flipped a switch on the walls, the casing standing out amongst the funky grey and white wallpaper, and a sparkling chandelier flooded the space with light.
"Sorry about the mess," said Jack, grabbing clothes that were strewn randomly across the floor, "but I couldn't think of what the hell to wear for you coming round; it's rare that anyone visits me."
"I honestly couldn't care less. I'm more distracted by how massive this place is. You could fit most of my room in your closet!" Replied an exasperated Liam.
"You haven't seen the best bit." Came Jack's response, and he opened a door on the left side of the roof, revealing the most luxurious bathroom Liam had ever seen. A round, freestanding bath stood in the centre of a room, its silver feet shining. On one wall, a movable glass partition kept a huge ceiling mounted shower tucked away, and on the opposite was a large marble counter with two sinks that mimicked the bath's shape. Yet despite the size and the way footsteps echoed off the walls, the whole thing seemed surprisingly cosy; the warm lighting that engulfed the room from various places did a lot to help.
After checking out the bathroom, the pair went back into Jack's bedroom, where the boy flopped down onto his bed and sighed, grabbing a biscuit from the tray of snacks his mum had brought up. "So, what do you wanna do today? You asked to come round, but you never specified why." He questioned as Liam sat down on a squishy sofa facing the king-sized monstrosity.
"I wanna known what the hell is going on with you." He said, and Jack sat up.
"What do you mean?" The shorter boy replied, not quite genuine confusion in his eyes.
"I mean that you've been extremely down at school. I know it's boring as life gets, and I know you've been through some other tough shit, but I've barely seen you laugh. Something else is wrong. And you're only the richest kid in the entire school: you should be rolling in friend right now, but you aren't. I wanna know why." Liam said, staring straight at Jack's eyes throughout.
"To answer the second question, they're toxic shits and I don't like any of them. I also don't have the best experience with friends, the whole topic of money being all they've ever cared about. However, I can clearly see you're not stupid and you don't care about money, therefore your friends should also be decent. So I'll hang out with you if you don't mind." Jack said, and Liam nodded, not quite showing the full extent of happiness he had from getting his new friend to be more open.
"And right now, I don't feel comfortable with answering the first question. It's nothing against you, it's just my lack of trust for anyone, and I've known you for a week. I promise you that when I feel comfortable, and I'm sure I will soon, I will tell you." The boy said, promise in his eyes.
Liam found that answer acceptable, and the two talked about what the would do for the day, as that was the amount of time Liam had expected it would take for an answer. Eventually, they agreed just to chill, and the pair soon fell into silence, watching stupid shows on Netflix.
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We're Just Misfits
Teen FictionDISCONTINUED On the outside, Liam Darwin was an ordinary boy, who enjoyed doing ordinary things for a boy of his age. But on the inside, he was a very different person. Never before had he opened up about his feelings, and he didn't plan to. And wh...
