(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

Language!

(UNEDITED)

19/2/19

POV: Third person

Darryl sat in the passenger seat of the old Honda Fit, watching all the houses and buildings pass by. He never got out much so he tried to remember ever little detail. It was silent and Darryl was completely stuck on trying memorise everything and was only pulled out of his trance when the car stopped.
He got out of the car, thanking his father before walking to the front of the house. It was big, bigger than most of the houses at Sebring, Zak's family must have had a lot of money. Darryl gently knocked on the door.

It didn't take long before the door opened to reveal Zak's sister. "Hey, come in. Zak's just in his room." Darryl didn't really know what to do or say, this is the first time he's done anything like this. He just followed the sister into the house, looking around inquisitively.
"Zak! Your boyfriends here!" Darryl snapped his head at the girl, about to protest before Zak interrupted, the shorter boy came zooming down the stairs and swiftly pulled Darryl by the hand, giving his sister a salute as he ran up to his room up the stairs.

After stopping to a halt, the older teen leaned on a wall for support after nearly falling down. "Please, never do that again." All Zak responded with was a chorus of giggles. "I'll think about it." Zak winked and moved over to his desk. The younger of the two clapped his hands together, gaining Darryl's attention. "Alright! Looks like it's time to make me holy!" The other looked at Zak disapprovingly as he walked to his desk. "That's not what I am doing here, sadly. I'm just following your parents instructions." Zak eyes widened and a mischievous grin was plastered in his face. "What did they tell you to do? Make me a different kind of holy?" Zak wiggled his eyebrows, staring right at Darryl who simply pulled out a few pieces of paper from his bag, trying to ignore Zak's antics. He placed them down on Zak's desk and sat in his chair, spreading them all out onto the desk. "Chose one." Darryl motioned to the papers and Zak picked one at random, triumphantly holding up the paper. "This one!"
"Great, learning manners it is." The word manners rang in Zak's head, he had to double take and look at the sheet of paper.

"M-manners?" The older boy nodded, putting the other two papers back in his bag. "Yes, manners."
"You've got to be fucking with me..." Zak slapped his hands onto his face and groaned. Darryl gasped and turned towards Zak, his face full of shock and disbelief. "Language!"

'Did he just...say language? Oh my god, what a little Christian boy.'

Zak turned around and grabbed a box full of books he's never read and never will read, I mean reading's for nerds, right? ( I'm sorry)
After struggling to pull it to his desk for a few minutes with a disbelieved and annoyed expression from Darryl the whole time, Zak finally sat down at his desk with a huff. "Alright so you-" Darryl was quickly interrupted by Zak groaning loudly, his head leaned back. "This is so boring!" Darryl just rolls his eyes, already so done with this.
"Then why did you agree to do it?" Zak say and pondered for a moment, before an idea came to his mind. "Because you're cute." Zak sat there innocently, trying to stifle a laugh at the shocked expression on Darryl's face. "I- wha- I don't...I-I, um-" Darryl was cut off by Zak laughing abruptly, not being able to keep it in any longer. "Relax dude, I'm messing with you!"

Darryl's face was bright red, not knowing why though, he'd never really experienced that. Well he did once with a boy he saw at the store once when he was seven before he was permanently banned from going outside of the house.

'Maybe I'm just sick, yeah, that makes sense.'

He shook his head and pulled out a notebook that he wrote in all night about the various things that he'd help Zak out with.
"Alright, let's start."