Remembering Theo. ((Non proof read version- first draft ideas))

Theo. P2- James

James never understood why he ever had to come to these parties he knew soon enough Theo would make his way downstairs clearly high and make some speech about how he's so grateful but he needs to sleep and how he would make his way to his bed room, James could most times hear Theo snorting something, crying or of course jerking off, which James knew most people who stood on the outside landing could also hear. But Theo didn't care.
James didn't care for this. His mother would hang around with one of the mothers that was friends with Theo's mother and James's dad need to get that promotion so James and his mother continue to attend the party, James walks about the warm house a large portrait of their other son Eddie hangs above a small table the wall paper behind having small flower prints, pink flowers all the way down and then a golden strip and the pattern would continue a white large rug sat on the floor James continued to look at the small table as he handed his waterproof black
coat to his mother. James meets the eyes of young Theo. Looking sloppy and high even for an eight year old James knew a little about Theo through people around school and adults calling the kid trouble and a crack addict, say that if he wasn't snorting he would be injecting or self indulging in something. He also knew Theo from his face being plastered on shop windows because he stole something again. The boy likes to be caught, James didn't think much of Theo, he really didn't have much of an opinion on him. He didn't believe the crack allegations but maybe he did. He heard it all anyway while walking past Theo's bedroom. James thought about and shook his head softly and turning his attention to the kitchen where a young boy stood about 5"4 and plain was the best way to put it nothing stood out. He was just there. In a white polo t shirt and some black pant maybe James has over dressed but his mother wanted James to be able to get a head start so he quote 'doesn't end up like his good for nothing father or even like his sister" his mother would often say. James listened to what the boy was saying and noticed how one sided the conversation was and soon realised why. Theo was on the other end. James was almost shocked to see him standing here so early in the party but clearly Theo had already gotten high, cried and well done all his daily routines. James doesn't care whether or not it's obvious that he's looking at Theo as Theo is too busy looking at something in the other room to notice James looking at him. James was definitely over dressed due to his mother being completely paranoid about this job. James was a well built man of 17 his brown eyes looked heavy and tired but mostly sad his face was full of colour but slick and smooth even his eyebrows had been done. A fitted suit sat nicely round his skinny body. James had no care about Theo's drug problems as he himself would most of the time get high but not as much as Theo only when he had time and had nothing important, he would smoke weed when he had important business to attend to but any other time James would smoke cigarettes laced with whatever to ease him through. A deep red almost black suit with a black button up t shirt no tie with the top button now undone due to James feeling too formal. James looked around the house noticing his mothers eyes burning the back of his head. Almost like she's already shouting at him for not being the people person, oh so loving, wonder son she wanted. He knew that if he didn't start talking to people his father would enter James room his whore mother and whore sister went to bed and pull James by his top out of bed and beat the shit out of him. James could feel his chest begin to burn alcohol would not calm or help now he needed to get high. Really high. James noticed Theo making his way through the crowd of people leading upstairs. James watched Theo stumble from side to side as he swung his body up the dark wooden stairs. People being pushed by Theo's tall slender body. To James Theo was tall. James wouldn't consider himself short but he was definitely falling behind his other male peers in height and other areas. He wore heeled shoes to cover the fact that he was behind on growth. Everyone could always hear James walking around the halls miles away.
His attention still plaster on Theo. He had heard stories, so many stories, about Theo. Maybe Theo would be nice enough to get James high. James sighed and shuffled his size 6 feet from side to side he decided not to engage with Theo.
James fiddled with his short black hair. He hated how his mother kept it short he wanted hair like Theo's shaggy and curly, free.
But James's mother would never allow her son to do so. Every morning his mother would straighten his hair creating a side parting and making sure every weekend to cut it so it never grow too long. But she could never get rid of his 'ducks arse' is what she called it, a little flick at the bottom of hair instead of having a straight line ending of his hair he has a ducks arse, something that drived his mother insane. But James would fiddle with it when thinking or anxious. James was now out of sight from his mother and father. He hated this place so- James couldn't think of the word but he never felt so out of place. He turned out of the kitchen and raced up stairs, he needed some kind of high and rushed to the bathroom.

Theo could of sworn he locked that door,
But that's where James met Theo
And Theo met James.