Frenemies

Introduction

As a teenage wallflower, Declan Porter didn't have many friends. He barely got out, and he didn't participate in extra curricular activities in school or out. In fact, the only fun things in his life was working at one of the many not so famous floral shops uptown and the family food fights during dinner with his Great Grandma Doris and his siblings while his father was in his office filling out paper work and his mother was in her own office painting.

This is why he was very confused as to why he woke up in someone else's bed on a saturday afternoon wearing nothing but a tight bright pink shirt imprinted with tiny rainbows and black calvin klein briefs that were way to big, both articles of clothing not belonging to him. Odd, he thought, taking in his other senses.

The smell of spices and sweets along with the faint scent of marijuana invaded his nose as soon as he snapped his pretty green eyes open, realising he wasn't in the privacy of his room with all his stars, lava lamps, and old artifacts.

He got the chance to sit up and take in his surroundings, which was a medium sized messy room with retro CD's and posters of people he didn't know covering the walls, and a full sized bed with white sheets over an off white, beaten up bedroom outfit. The floors were carpet, a weird tan color, he thought, and the trim matched well with it in the faint light. He didn't get to see anything else, like where his clothes were or which door was the exit because he noticed another person in the room that almost made him loose his gosh darn marbles.

The guy was about twenty, but with angelic features and a head full of white curly hair, his skin the most beautiful dark chocolate Declan had ever seen, and he watched a lot of t.v. He had just walked out of one of the doors, the closet, with a large laundry basket in his hand and a sucker in his mouth, his other hand holding a huge knife that made him think of Aladin. 

The knife wasn't even what made him freak out, it was the weird shít that he seen behind the breath taking man, in the closet, which he couldn't even begin to explain.

Declan stood up fast just as the guy dropped all the stuff he was holding and threw his hands out in a stopping gesture. The guys voice sent serious chills down his spine as soon as he spoke, an accent rolling off his tongue that the confused boy had never heard before. "It's okay!"

Declan didn't think, only going with his instincts. He picked up a random object off the floor, holding it out with both hands like a weapon, but when he realized it was merely a toy train he couldn't help but want to cry out in frustration.

He was helpless, and left thinking why a man like the one in front of him would have a toy train just laying around. Those things were like legos.

He didn't know him, and he had no memory of going to this house. That only meant one thing in the mind of a nerd; he was kidnapped. "Step any closer and I'll smite you!"