Mikel was not happy to be home. The minute he walked back into his home after getting back from the trip with his friends, he was greeted to his parents in a fight. The last thing he said to them before leaving was “why don’t you two just get divorced already” and then slammed the door and started walking. He stopped at his car and then grabbed a plastic water bottle that he was now carrying in his hands, but there wasn’t water in it. Though the way he was drinking it, you would have thought it was just water. He knew that Calan was throwing a party tonight and that was just the thing Mikel needed. Well he thought he needed. He knew the way to his house and started walking even though it was a good thirty-minute walk away.
As he walked down the sidewalk to get to his destination, people were looking at him strangely from their cars as he danced and swung his arms to the song he was singing, more yelling. He should’ve known they were fighting. They always did. He also knew he shouldn’t be drinking from this bottle either but he didn’t care right now. He knew this was how he used to numb himself and even though he hated that side of him, it was all he knew to do right now.
He made it to the house finally and took in how large it was for a second before walking into the front door. There was music playing and other people already here. If he hadn’t walked the whole way here, he would’ve been here earlier but now he was fashionably late. At least this party was more chill than the others that had been going on this year. This was more Mikels speed. “Game?” He mumbled to himself before finishing off what was in the bottle. “Let’s play a game.” He said with a smirk to no one in particular and walked the rest of the way into the living room, practically falling into the couch as he sat down and leaned his elbows on his knees waiting for others to join him. The occasional laugh coming from his lips.
@BlueRoyalty