"Ville! You look parched! Come, come! Join us!" Natali giggles, eyeing Jesper to pull out a chair for him. He slowly approaches his friends, silently reminding himself that he is safe, and sits between the two of them.
"Ville," Natali cried out, pressing her pale forehead against his. "you're burning! Are you okay?"
Vilhelm gently nudged away from her, nodding. "I'm fine. I just..." He paused, inhaling deeply. "Uh, what are you guys up to tonight? I think I'm in need of an escape."
Jesper started to grin. "You're always escaping from something. But hell, aren't we all?" Natali nodded, her eyes beaming with excitement. "I think I know just the thing. Tonight let's head into the city and go see André. That dude knows how to make any problem go away." Vilhelm smiled meekly, knowing that a night in the city with André was exactly what he needed.
* * *
Vilhelm rushed up the stairs to his bedroom, hoping to escape conversation with his parents. However, his mother had heard the jitter of the front door and stood by his bedroom door waiting for him. "How was your session today? Have you made any progress?" She asked, her voice full of hope.
"Sorta." He answered, knowing full well his mom would detect his lies, but didn't have the energy to care. "We, uh, talked about why I don't like people... and stuff like that."
"Well that's something, I guess."
Nodding and pushing past her, Vilhelm shut and locked his door. He had to get ready for tonight. He had to find the perfect outfit because maybe, just maybe, this time he would actually be able to impress André. Maybe tonight if he put in just a little extra effort, he would have a chance with the boy of his dreams. Flinging open his closet door, he rummaged through different studded jackets, zippered tees, chained pants and platformed boots. He settled with a zip-up, shredded, black hooded vest, skeleton heeled boots, and shredded black skinny jeans with fishnet openings around the knees. He quickly dusted on black eye shadow and liner, along with a dark violet lip stain. "Tonights the night." He said, smiling at his reflection.
"Where are you going? It's nearly ten-o-clock at night!" His mother yelled at him as he rushed out the door without answering.
'It's pointless. She wouldn't understand.'
"Ville," Natali cried out, pressing her pale forehead against his. "you're burning! Are you okay?"
Vilhelm gently nudged away from her, nodding. "I'm fine. I just..." He paused, inhaling deeply. "Uh, what are you guys up to tonight? I think I'm in need of an escape."
Jesper started to grin. "You're always escaping from something. But hell, aren't we all?" Natali nodded, her eyes beaming with excitement. "I think I know just the thing. Tonight let's head into the city and go see André. That dude knows how to make any problem go away." Vilhelm smiled meekly, knowing that a night in the city with André was exactly what he needed.
* * *
Vilhelm rushed up the stairs to his bedroom, hoping to escape conversation with his parents. However, his mother had heard the jitter of the front door and stood by his bedroom door waiting for him. "How was your session today? Have you made any progress?" She asked, her voice full of hope.
"Sorta." He answered, knowing full well his mom would detect his lies, but didn't have the energy to care. "We, uh, talked about why I don't like people... and stuff like that."
"Well that's something, I guess."
Nodding and pushing past her, Vilhelm shut and locked his door. He had to get ready for tonight. He had to find the perfect outfit because maybe, just maybe, this time he would actually be able to impress André. Maybe tonight if he put in just a little extra effort, he would have a chance with the boy of his dreams. Flinging open his closet door, he rummaged through different studded jackets, zippered tees, chained pants and platformed boots. He settled with a zip-up, shredded, black hooded vest, skeleton heeled boots, and shredded black skinny jeans with fishnet openings around the knees. He quickly dusted on black eye shadow and liner, along with a dark violet lip stain. "Tonights the night." He said, smiling at his reflection.
"Where are you going? It's nearly ten-o-clock at night!" His mother yelled at him as he rushed out the door without answering.
'It's pointless. She wouldn't understand.'
