shyone
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 2, 2009
- Location
- On The Throne Ruling The World
The bell at the school rang letting the kids out of class for the day. As usual most of the students ran out, leaving as fast as they could. Some though hanging out with their friends and other getting in the cars or on buses and leaving. There was one young man though who did neither of these things as he attempted to avoid the crowds. Andol let out a sigh and stood up from his desk as he grabbed his math book and slipped it into his book bag along with his notes that he had taken during class, though with it being the weekend he doubted that he would even touch or look at them again till Monday. He left the class and started to walk down the halls which were packed with students as he headed for the exit and away from where he would go to meet with his friends. Andol was really not in the mood to deal with anything today, and though he wanted to hang out with his friends, he felt a certain presence hovering over his shoulder that made him deiced that he just wanted to go home, not that it was not a welcome presence it was simply that he wanted to start off the weekend on a good foot and sometimes that did not happen when he socialized. Besides, his day had already been bad and he had been teased again in gym and so it would be best to just get home and relax. Andol did not have a car, nor did he take the bus because he simply like the walks home from school which he could take and just look at all of the scenery that was around him when he walked.
He walked down the street and would constantly look over his shoulder at the person whom he knew was walking behind him, "You know that you should be easier on my friends sometimes. Youâre the one who approved them. People don't like when things they cannot see poke them." It seemed like the young man was talking to thin air as he walked down the side walk with his book bag thrown over his shoulder, as he looked at the ground. He felt bored, and did not really have any plans for the weekend, so he decided to do what he normally did and just hung out with his Guardian. Of course that was who had been following him all day anyway, yet he liked it better when the other male did not have to be invisible, so he could see Azekiel in all his glory. Which was usually when they were up in his room. His parents would be gone for the weekend and for all of next week so he had the house to himself, and Azekiel
He got near his house and walked up to it, following the walkway that lead up to the blue house with a white colored front door. Andol had always been an only child, so he knew that there would not be anyone home, as he reached out and pulled his key form his book bag, and unlocked the door. A blast of cool air hit him, as he stepped in form the hot air outside, and into the house and walked up the nearby stairway to his room. As he did, he watched beside himself and enjoyed how the impressions made by Azekiel's feet as the invisible male walked along beside him. Soon the pair would reach a room that had a sign hanging on it that said, 'KEEP OUT'. Andol walked in and stood there with the door open again giving enough time for the other male to get in the room before he closed it and locked it. Even though there was no reason for him to, it was simply force of habit, which he had devolved since his Guardian started protecting him. He did not want anyone to see the older male, simply because that would just scare people away, plus he did not want anything to happen to Azekiel. Andol threw his book bag on the floor with a sigh and opened his closet and took out his sleeping pants and took off his shorts and slipped the sweat pants on, before sitting on the bed and looking right at where he knew that the other male was standing, he knew that he would be hearing it form Azekiel. The other always hated when he got picked on. Well verbally at least, because anyone who had done anything psychical usually got harmed.
He walked down the street and would constantly look over his shoulder at the person whom he knew was walking behind him, "You know that you should be easier on my friends sometimes. Youâre the one who approved them. People don't like when things they cannot see poke them." It seemed like the young man was talking to thin air as he walked down the side walk with his book bag thrown over his shoulder, as he looked at the ground. He felt bored, and did not really have any plans for the weekend, so he decided to do what he normally did and just hung out with his Guardian. Of course that was who had been following him all day anyway, yet he liked it better when the other male did not have to be invisible, so he could see Azekiel in all his glory. Which was usually when they were up in his room. His parents would be gone for the weekend and for all of next week so he had the house to himself, and Azekiel
He got near his house and walked up to it, following the walkway that lead up to the blue house with a white colored front door. Andol had always been an only child, so he knew that there would not be anyone home, as he reached out and pulled his key form his book bag, and unlocked the door. A blast of cool air hit him, as he stepped in form the hot air outside, and into the house and walked up the nearby stairway to his room. As he did, he watched beside himself and enjoyed how the impressions made by Azekiel's feet as the invisible male walked along beside him. Soon the pair would reach a room that had a sign hanging on it that said, 'KEEP OUT'. Andol walked in and stood there with the door open again giving enough time for the other male to get in the room before he closed it and locked it. Even though there was no reason for him to, it was simply force of habit, which he had devolved since his Guardian started protecting him. He did not want anyone to see the older male, simply because that would just scare people away, plus he did not want anything to happen to Azekiel. Andol threw his book bag on the floor with a sigh and opened his closet and took out his sleeping pants and took off his shorts and slipped the sweat pants on, before sitting on the bed and looking right at where he knew that the other male was standing, he knew that he would be hearing it form Azekiel. The other always hated when he got picked on. Well verbally at least, because anyone who had done anything psychical usually got harmed.