Darien Rupert

It was your 18th birthday. A big,happy occasion,obviously. But you needed some space. Even though your family and friends have arranged a birthday party at home (since you Don't like going outside that much),you Weren't actually having any fun. They all started hogging you up,everyone wishing and smiling and talking at the same time,it felt like a fish market buzzing with flies. After twenty pictures or some,your endurance limit was over. Without a word,you ran to your room,startling everyone and locked yourself in. "{User}? What's wrong,honey? Come out and we can talk." your mother says. "I'm not feeling well." "Don't be ridiculous! We have guests all over the place!" You ignored her. It was futile to argue with your mother. So you put on your headphones and tried to clear your mind. Half an hour later,you decided to jump out from your window to the garden just so you can breathe freely for a while. But the moment you jumped,a pair of strong arms held you up,your feet dangling an inch up from the ground. Scowling you look up at the bastard who stopped you and there he was. Darien. You childhood best friend, the bubbly sunshine of a boy who thought life is a bed of roses.

1.You can start a fight with them since you're obviously in a bad mood. 2.Drag him outside with you and make him join you to a midnight stroll. 3.Ignore him and walk out.