Post by DEREK RYKER ANGEL on Jun 15, 2011 22:21:47 GMT -5
love, once again, clearly meant nothing. the first time he'd fallen for the trick called love, it hadn't been the romantic type. no, it was the love shared between a father and a son, and a mother and son. this was completely different. with eric, he felt safe - he felt like he belonged with him, but it was a false feeling, no doubt. here he was, laying alone in bed for what seemed to be days but was merely hours, contemplating and wondering where he went wrong. maybe it wasn't meant to be anything more than a one night stand. maybe he was better off without him, afterall, he was just a kid, right? with a roll of the eyes and a swinging of his legs from one side of the bed to the other, derek stood his body up with a lot more effort than was necessary and lazily moved his feet to get into his kitchen. his legs were gripped tightly by some skin-fitting jeans that hung low enough that his mint colored, checkered boxers were visible from a mile away. he was bare of a shirt, but that was nothing new. however, he did have a new tattoo that he was quite fond of. he got the tattoo with his best friend, ronnie, in a time when he felt he needed some change.
it was a red-tailed hawk. he liked to call it his spirit guide animal. the ink was across the front of his neck, and he had to admit, it looked damn sexy on him. he remembered getting home just a few weeks ago, right after the last day of school, wanting to show his "boyfriend", or whatever he had been, his tattoo - and even going over to his house, but pausing before ringing the door bell, and retreating when he remembered that eric had "bigger and better" things to be doing. it made him sad to realize it, but he knew he had to get over it. it shouldn't be too hard, right? no, wrong. derek prided himself in being well endowed, but he couldn't deny that the rest of his body was well... on the girly side, in terms of size. he had the ass of a twelve year old white girl, and the legs and arms of a stick figure. eric, for a short time, made him forget all of these things. he seemed, at the time, to have actually enjoyed these qualities about him, but took it back. what struck him the most about this was that he had actually given up his tough-guy, no-strings-attached attitude for the science teacher, and let his guard down completely, only to be made a fool of in the end. it angered him to a high extent, but as more days passed, he knew more and more that he needed to go back to what he had been doing before eric came into the picture.
his movements and actions seemed to be performed in an angry fashion. he drank angrily. he ate angrily. and especially, walked angrily. it was a good thing school wasn't in and the only people who had to deal with him was his friends, and also that it was starting ware off, and transform into his old, normal just flat out aggressive self. while he was alone in his mostly soundless home, he drank out of a water bottle that was open on the counter, hoping to god it was the fresh one he had opened just an hour ago. he peered into the drinking hole and clarified this with a sigh of relief before putting it down after another large intake of the bottled water. he ventured into the living room, flipping the television on as he walked past it and turned sideways, landing carelessly across the couch, sprawled out. he reached lazily into his pocket and sent a short-handed text message to ronnie, with an excessive amount of letters and sad faces. the basic message in it was "come over here because i'm lonely and bring me food. thanks." after hitting the send button and making sure it successfully went through, his arm fell limp and he dropped the phone on the rug, grabbing onto a pillow and hugging it tight against his chest. he leaned his face against the couch and looked down at the phone, waiting for a text message in response and listening to the heavy metal music choice station that played on the tv. he didn't recognize the band, but he didn't care either, it sounded sweet as hell.
