When Izaya woke up the next day, he found that he had slept in, so, he decided to just not go to school since it would be too much of a hassle to walk there and explain why he was late. After all, it was Friday.
How did he spend his weekends? That's simple. He just watched his favorite anime and watch the news at random intervals.
"I wonder what Shizuo is doing, nee?" He murmured softly in a sleepy tone as he inched out of bed and groaned as he felt his back pop from sleeping on a stiff mattress. Stiff mattresses were better than bouncy ones. He hated them. They bounced and they were too soft for his liking.
Carmine eyes glanced over to his bed-side table where a picture of a young boy with raven-like hair and brownish-reddish eyes stood with two baby girls that looked just like him and a tall man and woman whom looked like they had more important matters to attend to than taking a picture with their children. The children themselves seemed devoid of any emotion whatsoever in the photo.
Sighing softly, he picked the picture frame up. As soon as he looked to his father, a feeling of remorse, guilt, and anger overwhelmed him and he threw the frame at a random wall. A sharp noise sounded as the glass broke, making him flinch away at the sound as he watched the frame and glass break.
"I'm such a fucking idiot." Izaya muttered as he looked around for something to clean the mess up.
Shizuo's day wasn't going much better than Izaya's.
First of all, he had lost his homework, the teacher's didn't believe that so he got a detention or two that he had to serve. The fuck-hats. Didn't they understand that he couldn't be 100% perfect when it came to bringing his homework in on time?!
It made him angry.
Subconsciously, as he gripped onto his desk, he slowly began to pull the top part off.
"Uh, Heiwajima-san?" A soft voice asked in an inquiring tone.
Izaya!?
Immediately he stopped what he was doing, turned around, and opened his mouth to speak without looking to see if it actually was Izaya, "Izaya! You little bas-" He stopped in mid-sentence as he finally turned all the way around in his seat to meet the eyes of the Psychology teacher.
"Detention. Tomorrow." The teacher replied sweetly as she walked away to continue the lecture.
"I'm such a fucking idiot." Shizuo muttered as he ran a hand through his blonde tresses in an effort to calm himself down and get through the rest of the day.
At school the next day, a blonde-haired teen and a raven-haired teen stared at each other in silence as they ate their lunch on the roof of school building quietly.
"So, anything exciting happen while I was gone yesterday?" Izaya asked casually as he glanced to his blonde friend, who was currently drinking a glass bottle of milk that he had bought from the vendors.
"Nope, you?" Shizuo shook his head, deciding that what had happened wasn't that important, or exciting.
"Nope." The latter shrugged as he poked at his sandwich with a small frown.
Well. I thought this would be funny, now that I look back on it, it's a tad morbid with Izaya's POV. :'T I'm sorry~
