everything but the kitchen sink | 0127 | d. dawson & l. parrish
Between the lop-sided stacks of unpacked boxes and the terribly arranged wrapped furniture, it was a miracle that Darrien hadn't hurt himself - that large mountain of badly packed boxes in the middle of his living room seemed to inch forward each day that passed. While Darrien had never originally been the type to procrastinate - the man had a penchant for punctuality - but the idea of having to unpack made him feel the need to find solace in all of his downloaded apps that ate the time. Time that should have been dedicated to unpacking had been spent on an app that confirmed the lack of potential night-time endeavors for a mid-twenties homosexual male - what a pity and a shame. With an annoyed groan, Darrien turned his phone off and set it on the counter.
"Let the punishment fit its crime," he muttered bitterly as he accepted this dismal, unwanted fate known as Foxwick. But the question to ask was: was the right person punished for that night?
Darrien had never been the type to dwell, but the consequences left the man bitter. Moved from his Manhattan home, away from his friends and family and sent to Foxwick, Maine - anyone who was dealt the same cards would be just as angry and just as bitter. Unfortunately, as bitter as Darrien was, he knew it was best to try and make the best out of things. It was a new adventure, a different head-space for writing and the man wanted to write. That was his occupation, a passion that he couldn't let go of and he'll be damned if he let location change that.
Before he would get the chance to write, there was the issue of the stacks of boxes first. Darrien stole a glance at the clock. There was some time left before Leo would come over to fix that annoying sink. There was no problem moving the boxes - Darrien's new gym membership wasn't going to go to waste, now was it? As Darrien got into the groove moving boxes and unpacking them, shifting furniture and then rearranging it, he could feel the warmth of the room. He took his shirt off and continued onto his previous rhythm.
Luckily, the necessity to finish unpacking stopped when he heard the door knock. Darrien carefully put the box in his hands down. He strode over to the door and opened the wooden. Instantaneously, there was a smile on his face as he greeted, "Hey, you made it! I hope it wasn't too hard to find."