Social Misery Ch. 2
Social Misery
Summary: "Has anyone ever questioned why we follow societies norms? Why do we as a society try and ostracize the few that generally just stand out from the normal flow"
Genre: AU
Rating: R
Pairings: Bill/Tom
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own 'em, only in my dreams.
Comments: I haven't written anything in a long while, this just kind of came to me and my muse has continued with it. So we shall see what comes. Was beta by Anony
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As soon as I get home and into my room, my cell phone starts to ring.
'This is probably some kind of omen,’ I think with a roll of my eyes. I brace myself for whoever is on the line.
The moment I answer it, no formalities are exchanged, before I hear my mother’s voice say, “Your father and I are going out of town for awhile. I do not want any phone calls about your behavior.”
'Goodie for me! No patronizing stares,' I think to myself as I shrug.
By her voice, I can tell she is around people, probably from work as she has this fake niceness to her tone.
I've become so used to being on my own with very little guidance from my parents that I almost prefer for them to just not be around. It certainly keeps me from yelling at them when they start to drive me crazy.
At home, I'm a completely different person than when I am at school. I know where my place is the moment I walk through the doors of that hell I am forced to endure, otherwise known as school. As a student, I'm very smart. I do my homework and do well on tests; I just simply hate the society that embodies the school. Here at home, I'm someone different. I don't mind speaking my mind; I almost have to if I want my individuality as a person to remain intact.
“Alright mother,” I simply tell her, since really I don't care.
“You may have a few friends over to keep you company.” She speaks as if she's granting me some kind of special privilege. I don't have any friends to invite over, even if I did it's not like she would know that I had them over any other time.
“Thank you, I'll keep that in mind.” I don’t really want to get into it with her, so I just let it go.
'Wish she would just hung up already.' I walk around my bedroom and go into the adjoining bathroom where I begin looking around the counters. 'I know I threw that thing around here this morning when I was getting ready.' The phone is still at my ear as I half-mindlessly let my mother rattle on, knowing it's the easiest way to get her off.
I smile when I spot the simple black hair tie I use for my hair when I sleep at night. 'I simply hate when my hair gets knots in it. Such a pain to brush out, literally.'
“Oh Billy! I meant to tell you sooner but some long-time family friends have recently relocated to our area and I told them you would be glad to show their youngest son around. I do believe he is around your age,” Mother tells me, I could hear a sudden rush of noise in the background. It sounds almost as if she went from a room to a hallway.
'Oh joy. Some snotty nose guy with his head probably up his own ass and I have the wonderment of being stuck with him.' Every child I've ever met that’s related to a friend of theirs is always some spoiled brat that only thinks about themselves and is only out to make a name for themselves, just like their parents.
“Alright mother. Will he be coming over?” I ask, only really wanting to know if I have to leave the house. I really don't want to.
“Yes, he should be over soon. I do believe he'll be staying with us until his parents are done getting their affairs in order.” Then I hear her talking to someone in the background. “Billy, I have to go. We are getting ready to board the plane now.”
Then, the phone goes dead and I’m surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the house. “Of course she tells me everything last fucking minute!” I mutter to myself, flinging my phone in one of my black sitting chairs as I walk past with full intentions of going downstairs to tell Rosa of the impending guest.
As I'm taking the stairs I try to think of what homework I have to do, even though school only started a couple weeks ago the teachers have already started piling on the work. Trying to get us ready for some state-wide testing that is done every year for 11th grade. I highly doubt crushing us with homework is going to make us do better.
Looking at my watch, I always wear it on my left wrist. It never comes off, even when I shower. I've always believed you keep those you care about the most as close as possible. I try to think of where Rosa could be. Then I mutter to myself, “Rosa should be in the kitchen.” I then started making my way toward the kitchen, where the only other person in the house is.
My parents believe, the better the stuff you have then the better society will see you. I roll my eyes every time they come home with some unneeded purchase, and it's just because someone else has it or it's the newest out on the market.
Because of this mindset they are in, I currently live in this mansion with way too many rooms. I am the only person who is here every day other than Rosa, who is the person that has pretty much raised me since I was five. I started traditional school at five and mother went back to work. I've always rolled my eyes at the idiocy with the entire situation.
At first mother wasn't too happy when she realized how much time I spent with the Peru-born housekeeper. Mother later on gave in to the situation when she realized that Rosa had come to genuinely care for me. Rosa has always given me bizarre nicknames that mean something in her native language, a variation of Spanish.
“Rosa?” I ask when I poke my head around the corner of the kitchen to see her cooking something at the stove, it certainly smells good. I have never known Rosa to ever cook something I wouldn't eat.
“Yes my Cachorro?” she replies with a smile as she turns around with a wooden spoon in her hand. Rosa refuses to cook with any utensils made of metal; she says it taints the taste of food.
Smiling at the nickname I reply, “Mother has just informed me that we'll be having a guest. Some snotty kid of a family friend.” I tell her with a shrug of my shoulders as I walk over to the refrigerator for a bottle of water.
“Alright. Be nice to the child, don't judge,” she admonishes me. I simply roll my eyes at her, she knows me way too well.
“I'll try.” I then turn to head back up to my room. I've got some history homework with my name on it.
Having finished the questions assigned for World History and partially done with essay given out in my English class, that's the one I'm hardly ever on time for. I roll myself back from the desk and look around to see what time it was. 6:35 glows at me in green from the digital clock I keep in my study. I tend to lose track of time when I'm doing school work.
I lean back in the chair and stretch my arms out, “God, my back is cramped!” I moan out loud as I try to right myself. My hair is barely staying in the ponytail I put it up in earlier. I kept running my hands through it.
“Bill?” I hear Rosa call me, dinner is probably done. She has always made sure I ate before eight, something about it not being good for me to eat after that time. It hasn't ever mattered to me what time I eat, just so long as I do.
“Yes Rosa?” I shout out to her as I get myself out of this way too comfortable chair.
I hear her shuffle down the hallway, “Dinner is ready.” She walks into the room I use for my studying with a smile in my direction.
This house is so massive, I literally have been given my own suite that has four rooms. There is my bedroom, sitting room, study room, and the other is just a guest bedroom that has never been used.
“Alright, Rosa,” I tell her as I turn to her, still stretching my body out, “I'll be right down. Are we eating in the niche?”
We have a good many rooms on the main floor of the house. One is a formal dining room that is only used for those grotesque parties my parents 'must simply just have', at least that’s what mother whines to my father on occasions. I hate it, much too big especially for just Rosa and me to eat in. We have converted one of the smaller sitting rooms that is just off the kitchen into a much smaller dining room.
“Of course, my Cachorro,” she replies with a smile as I go to follow her out the room, closing the door behind me. I have this irrational fear of keeping my doors open, have no idea where it came from or why but I do.
Just as we are about to sit down to dinner, looks like some kind of rice dish, the door bell rings. No, not rings, more of a orchestra playing throughout the house. It’s very annoying.
I roll my eyes with a sigh, I hate the interruption. “I'll get it Rosa. Go ahead and start,” I tell her with a smile as I scoot my chair back in and turn to go out to the main doors.
'I hope this isn't that spoiled brat.' I sigh as I walk up to the main door and open it. I'm rather surprised as to who is on the other end.
“Um, hello,” I say in confusion as to why the new kid in my Science class is in front of me.
“Hello, Bill,” he replies with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Why are you here?” I fling a piece of hair out of my face, that piece is always giving me problems.
“My Mutter told me to come to this address until they get over here.” He shrugs shoulders as he looks down at the ground, though there’s nothing interesting to look at down there.
“Ahh, so you’re the snot-nosed brat I'm suppose to watch over!” I exclaim in surprise, maybe it won’t be too bad after all. He seems decent enough, but then again you’re not able to go by first impressions.
“Eh, I'm sorry?” he says in confusion as he shoves his hands into his too large jacket.
I shook my head a little as I wave a hand in the air. “Didn't mean to blurt that out.” Then, I move aside and gesture for him to come in. As he does, I notice he only has two duffel bags with him. 'Damn! He packs real light. I would have had like 10 bags and that would be if I was forced to pack light.'
“Bill?” I hear Rosa calling as I close the main door.
“Over here Rosa,” I call back as I start scratching my head, a bad habit I have when I'm thinking.
“Ah, you must be our guest.” Rosa says with a small smile on her lips when she sees us.
“Ja,” Tom replies as he shuffles his feet.
'Poor guy, first in a new school now being dumped off at someone's place.'
Before I let Rosa respond back, I smile at Tom and say, “Come on Tom, let me show you your room.” Then, I lean down and grab one of his duffel bags. “We'll be right back down Rosa, would you mind getting another place setting for dinner?” I say to her with the smile still on my lips. I think the only time I do smile is in this house and that's when my parents aren't home.
“Of course.” she says in confusion as to my actions, normally I never offer to help the snot-nosed brat with their luggage or to show them to their rooms.
We walk up the stairs and down the hall to where my suite of rooms are located at, shrugging to myself as I think of a place to put him. The hard part is there are so many rooms to choose from and some done in certain themes. Those rooms are due to my mother's whims of what she thinks is in style. It’s embarrassing really.
“Here you are, Tom,” I say as I gesture to the closed door, the door to my guest room. It's done in dark green and grey. There is just a king size bed with night stands on either side, a dresser, and a desk.
There is a closet as well. I think I have some clothes in there. So, I open the door and look around to make sure everything is in order. I flip on the lights and ceiling fan to circulate some air into the room, couldn't tell you the last time I was even in this room. Then, I walk over to the closet and sure enough there a couple outfits hanging in the back, shrugging to myself. Just stuff I grew tired of wearing but don't want to throw out.
“My room is just across the hall and this is your bathroom,” I tell him as I walk out of the closet, closing the door behind me before opening the other door in the room to show the bathroom.
“Alright, thank you,” Tom tells me with a small smile on his lips that looks more like a smirk with that lip ring.
“Rosa always puts dinner up at eight, so come down before then if you’re hungry.” I scratch my head again, making sure there wasn't anything else to tell him. “If you have any questions just let me know.” I finally tell him as I turn around and go to leave Tom to his devices.
“Bill, I um...appreciate you...um...Gastfreundschaft? Sorry, Tom says with a blush on his cheeks.
“Do you mean hospitality?” I reply while chuckling with a raised eyebrow. My eyebrow piercing feels tight. Probably need to change it out.
“Um, yes?” Tom responds, his hands going to his dreadlocks which are pulled up. It looks like some kind of nest.
“No worries, Tom,” I tell him with a wave of my hand as I continue to chuckle at his fumbling. “I'm going downstairs for dinner. Feel free to join us. We're right off the main dining room.”
With one last smile, I turn around and leave the room.
'Maybe this won’t be as bad as I was expecting. I'll need to call Mother and see how long he'll be here for.' Continuing to smile, I make my way back toward the wonderfully smelling food.
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End Notes:
Cachorro -- Spanish for Lion Cub
Ja -- German for Yes
Mutter -- German for Mother
Gastfreundschaft -- German for hospitality.
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Chapter 3