Post by sorin on Apr 28, 2013 19:22:15 GMT -6
Sorin stared absent-mindedly at the various English materials scattered across the desk in the corner of his bedroom. It seemed that every other day he came home to another box of the stuff sitting on his bed. Right now, he was using what looked like a sixth-grade-level workbook – English was much more difficult in practice than in theory, in his opinion. He would learn such-and-such word, step outside, and hear someone use the same word in a way that made absolutely no sense. The word leaves, for example – his uncle would tell his cousin to rake the leaves, and then tell his aunt that a flight leaves at this hour. Confusing. Thankfully, he’d found someone his own age who was willing to help him with his English – maybe that would help him out some.
He shook his head, pushing back from the desk. He’d had enough of English for the day. He pulled a light blue button down over his white t-shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, before wrapping a scarf loosely around his neck. He had developed a habit of not leaving the back of his neck exposed since he had gotten out of the hospital. He glanced in the mirror, pulling a short, golden wave of hair over the little circle beneath his ear before giving it a quick trace with his index finger. It was the main reminder of his last real adventure in Romania. The fight had been poor judgment on his part, but Sorin wasn’t the type to back down, especially if he was cornered. It had probably very nearly cost him his life – he didn’t know, nor did he care to know.
Unhooking his cell phone from the wall charger, he shot a quick text to his friend Henry to see if they could meet up somewhere. English tended to leave him in the kind of mood where if he didn’t do something potentially destructive and/or illegal, he would probably go insane. However, he couldn’t bring himself to do stupid things alone, which is where Henry came in to play. He wouldn’t say that was all the guy was to him – he was pretty cool, Sorin had to admit. He’d gotten to know Henry over the past few months or so, but he still hadn’t entirely made up his mind about him. Sorin was the type that could smell trouble on a person, and, at least to him, the dude practically reeked of it.
What his mom didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. As far as she knew, he was just going out to walk around near the beach. She probably figured he couldn’t get in too much trouble on his own in a still practically brand new city. So far, he hadn’t brought any friends over to his house, and his parents currently suspected nothing. He’d been holding back on getting into fights, which would tip them off that he’d been out doing something he probably shouldn’t.
He took the stairs two at a time, as he always did, passing through the house with long, quick strides. He was out the kitchen door with a quick farewell to his mother followed by an assurance that he’d return later that evening, wanting to get out of there before she could start asking questions. Truth be told, Sorin was a mama’s boy through-and-through. If she began to give him the third degree, he was liable to crack. Best not to even give her the opportunity.
He began the trek downtown, which really wasn’t that far from his home. He allowed himself to slip into his own thoughts, keeping enough awareness of his surroundings that he would have time to react if things were to go awry.
Before he knew it, Sorin found himself in front of the small music store he’d told Henry to meet him at. He leaned against the wall next to the display window, watching approaching people through his peripheral vision as he waited. To most people, he just looked like your average teenager waiting for someone on a Saturday night. In reality, he was taking in every detail he saw, another habit, like the woman with a furrowed brow, walking ninety miles a minute and talking even faster into a cell phone as she practically dragged a young boy, who wanted to stop and look at everything, behind her. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. Fifteen after six – plenty of time left in the day for him to cause trouble in Newport.
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TAG: Channel/Henry
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NOTES: meh.
