Before you read this story. The intention of this story is not to force a relationship with Zak and Darryl. I respect them. They are human just like us all. **THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN A WHILE AGO THERE FORE I WILL BE GOING THROUGH AND EDITING MY OLD TERRIBLE WRITING** TRIGGER WARNING 🆘🆘🆘 Suicide talk/attempts, Abuse, Blood, Harassment, fighting, alcohol/smoking and Homophobia. Speaking of of you're homophobic/ dont like gay people get tf off of my story/page. If you're a part of the LGBTQ community be happy with yourself no matter what any one else has to say. You're beautiful and unique. All of you are kings 👑 and queens 👑 💖💖💖 Anyway enjoy Zak Ahmed was borm into a wealthy family. He never had to worry about having clothes on his back, a roof over his head, or food on his table. Zak had the perfect life. This was the exact opposite of Darryl Noveschoch, Darryl's family was very poor. He lived in a one bedroom motel room with his mom and younger sister. They could barely afford it. Life was terrible for Darryl and he didn't have any friends. That is until he bumped into Zak Ahmed in the hall one day. Everything from there was an adventure.💙🖤❤💙❤🖤 #14 on bbhxskeppy #76 on zak Etc.All Rights Reserved