The week went by and Saturday came by quicker than he expected. What normally took a few minutes has turned to an entire evening of unnecessary stress and various clothes tossed around the room. The wooden floor of his bedroom were soon covered in T-shirts and jeans as he struggled to find a specific pair buried somewhere deep inside his closet.
It really doesn't matter what you wear. He'd been telling himself the past hour. Yet his hands couldn't stop fumbling through the fabrics. He took a step back and let out an exasperated sigh before closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He took a moment to calm himself down before fumbling with the clothes again.
An awful noise echoed around the room which sounded awfully familiar to his phone as it buzzed away on top of a desk across his room, vibrating with each incoming text he rolled his eyes at. He chose to ignore his phone and focus on choosing an outfit for the night.
The natural light changing in his room as it cast itself through its curtains told him it was getting late. The sun was setting and Drake would be expecting him soon and he didn't feel like being late and listen to him whine.
He groaned in frustration and gave up on searching as he picked a random outfit. It was a dark blue silk shirt, smooth against his bare chest as he slipped it on easily, leaving the first three buttons undone. He pulled on his black skinny jeans and was almost ready to leave when his phone rang again, reminding him about leaving his phone alone at home. He sighed before walking back to his phone and picking it up, accepting the call. "Hey."
"When-" He cut him off immidiately, "I'll be there in a minute." With that being said, he hung up the call and slipped it into his pockets before heading out of his house. The club wasn't too far from his house which made it easier for him to reach the club within a few minutes. He spotted Drake standing at the entrance of the club with an exasperated look on his face as he typed away on his phone. He felt my phone vibrate, but there was no point since he arrived already. Drake looked up from his phone when he spotted someone approaching him from his peripheral vision. The look on his face crumbled to a look of relief as he yelled, "There you are! I've been waiting for so long!"
Daniel gave him a nonchalant shrug, "I was just swamped."
Drake nodded in understatement before grabbing his hand and pulling him inside the club. Daniel was soon greeted by the awful smell of alcohol and sweat as people danced on the dance floor without a care. Some sat on the stools of the bar, getting drunk while others chattered or danced around. It wasn't a pleasant feeling for him since he never liked going to clubs. Heck, he never wanted to be here on the first place. If it wasn't for the ebony haired boy, he'd never be here. The only thing that stressed him more than ever was the exams and amount of chapters he'd completed in the past week. He still had a lot left and he couldn't help but wonder about his results. Fuck it.
He watched Drake walk away to a girl who eyed him intensely with an intimidating look on her face. Daniel rolled his eyes at them before walking away to the bar, ordering a juice since he wasn't the type to drink alcohol. Yes, he's an innocent boy. He never liked partying and getting drunk. He's the opposite of Drake and he never forced him to be like him nonetheless. He's a nerd who likes to spend more time with books. It helps him forget about what happens around him. His parents never really cared about what he does or how he is, let alone his grades at school. They were always busy with business meetings out of the state, and sometimes out of the country. To push away the loneliness, he picked the habit of reading books instead of partying all night.
However, it's not like his parents never loved him. They loved him a lot and provided him everything he'd ask for. They just never had enough time to spend with him because of business matters. However, he understood his parents' work and got used to their absence at home. It didn't feel like home without them, but he got used to it. He knew they were busy and he knew that they loved him, and that was all for him to feel better.
He sank deep into his thoughts, forgetting to notice the presence of a girl who sat next to him on a stool. Her voice brought him out of his thoughts as his brows knitted together to a frown before he turned to face the female, "Hey."
"Hi," He replied, uncomfortably shifting on his seat. The girl eyed him from head to toe before her eyes met his again. Her lips twitched up into a smirk as she analysed the boy, "The name's Brooke."
He looked away, breaking the eye contact as he turned to sip his juice, "Daniel."
"Nice name." She nodded with an impressed look on her face as she sipped her drink. Her eyes fell on the juice he drank, raising an eyebrow, "Are you too young to drink?"
"I just choose not to." He replied plainly, glancing around the area, but at the lady who seemed interested to talk to him. He just hoped to get away from her soon.
"You look cool." She stated, eyeing his body once again. He tensed up in her gaze and felt the need to run away, but he couldn't leave Drake behind. He cursed in his mind and pressed his lips to a straight line, ignoring what the girl said and rather focusing on a certain ebony haired male who got drunk and danced with a lady on the dance floor. Daniel shook his head and tore his gaze away from them to the glass of juice in front of him as he dragged his hand over his face with an exasperated sigh.
"Wanna dance?" She leaned closer to him so her side was pressed against his back. His eyes widened at her actions as he moved away and turned back to glance at the lady who seemed baffled by his actions.