Disheartened brown eyes traced the detail of the first droplets of rain that had splattered onto the train window. The gloomy skies of Wokingham seemed to reflect his mood; they indicated the beginning of the storm just like his anticipation for the beginning of a long biblical sized argument he was inevitably about to have with his parents.
The boy shuddered and zipped his hoodie up, momentarily wishing he was still in his warm bed, but shrugs it off. He'd rather be cold and lonely than fighting with them.
"You're not catching the train all by yourself to see some stranger! Have some common sense for god's sake Dan." his mother's annoyance repay in his ears, along with the many vicious words he could have easily thrown at her, instead of biting his tongue.
"I won't allow it. Not in my house. What you're asking is ridiculous and downright disrespectful. I don't care about what you think, you just have no idea about anything, you fag!" his brown eyes close as his father's words burn into his mind.
He wipes his eyes, in-case a stray tear has escaped and locks his jaw; burning anger rapidly consuming his sadness and his whole being.
How fucking dare they tell him what to do? So what if he wanted to catch a train to Manchester by himself; he could take care of himself for fucks sake! He wasn't 13 anymore!
Brown eyes still teeming with threatening tears flicker to the train window again, to which they meet a full downpour. The sky is black.
As for his father not caring, it was fucking typical. How can he expect respect if he doesn't give a shit about his own kids? And being called a fag…he could handle that for now. So what if he had a crush on another guy? Who ever said that was the wrong way to think and to feel?
After half an hour the train reaches his stop. He walks down the familiar hill with unsealed roads and gratified garbage bins until he reaches one of his best mates houses from school. Dan reaches the house and knocks on the door, brown eyes tracing the flaky paint and broken doorbell; and he asks himself if someone he met over the internet was worth all of this, was worth him having to leave home for a few days.
Eventually a boy with honey coloured eyes and faded clothes answers the door, his mother waiting behind him with a kitchen apron on and arms half outstretched ready for a hug. Dan then remembers what its like to be so lonely that he couldn't even confide in his parents, he remembers what its like to be in a broken home, and he uses it to become wiser. Dan enters the house, brown eyes finally smiling as he hugs his mate, happy to be welcomed, to be embraced, to be expected.
a/n: yes its still friday... like 7 mins left of it. idk i was feeling shit so i kinda wrote what i felt. not my best work but idk ill fine tune it later. Dans best mate is just a mate, no one he knows irl. I hope everyone had a good week (:
R & R xx