An hour after, Darren was lying in his couch with eyes closed, trying hard to relax his nerves for what his best friends have told him. He's here. That Lawyer is here. In their country. Surely, that's a step right?
It's a step closer to Lee and Lily's job and Darren's closer in getting himself a lawyer who hopefully will able to actually help him achieve what he's been dying and suffering to achieve.
It'll be easier now, right?
Right?
"Hey"
Darren just hummed, hearing Tim's voice. He's in no mood to bicker right now. He just want silence, silence to think clearly. The one thing he should be doing but delayed when he's attention was obscured by a man named Tim.
"I'll go buy us some groceries and replace those things I damned broke" Darren hummed once more and just twisted his hand in a way to tell him to just go.
Think Darren, Think. He reminded himself.
"Do you want something?" Tim asks once more.
"Yeah, don't come back"
Tim laughed which sounded too attractive for Darren's liking. "Alright, I heard you say shop"
Darren wanted to roll his eyes but since his were closed, he just ignored Tim. And the next thing he heard was the door closing.
"Ah, peacefulness welcome back honey" he murmured when the silence consumed everything around him.
This is what he missed. The silence, the serenity it gives. No company but never lonely. He's just living through it.
"Noise, who are you?" he asked again, appreciating and taking in the surroundings he was used to living ever since his house arrest started.
But then, there was a roar of engine. AN ENGINE!
"Wait, w-what?" he abruptly opened his eyes and stood up. Running towards the window to see what that is. Yeah right, that was a rhetorical question! A rhetorical question! He obviously doesn't need noise to answer!
He knotted his forehead in confusion when he saw Tim on his fancy big black bike leaving the house, so fast he wasn't able to fully see how hot he looks driving that thing.
"I'm gonna smack his head off!"
Darren murmured promisingly to himself and glared at the gates Tim disappeared into.
But he also look at it longingly. He used to pass by that gate. He used to walk through that gate. He used to go out.
And curse himself if he'll deny he misses going out. Freely of course.
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Darren was busy lazily watching a good romance movie in the television when he heard that familiar sound of Tim's motorcycle. But he didn't get up to see though.
He just waited until Tim's inside to look if he really bought replacement for those things he broke including that bowl.
Don't think he ever forgot that.
That's one fine bowl.
The door clicked and Tim's footsteps was heard. Hmm what will Darren do? What is better to do?
Berate? Nag? Nasty remarks? Or what?
"Hey cutie"
Darren turned his head to look and any word that's on his mouth got caught up because the amount of what Tim has in his hands is something absolutely didn't even cross Darren's mind.
How did he even hold them and not falling off while driving a motor? He's got one, two, three, four, . . . seven paper bags in his right hand and got one, two, three, . . . five plastic bags on the left hand.
He blinked at the sight that greeted him.
Is this the reason why Tim had been gone for hours?
He's in... what are those brand names?
Elroy Golds, Prada, Gucci, Hermès, and Stella McCartney.
"Where's my washer?" was the first thing he said when Tim put the paper bags on the coffee table gently and went to the dining to put the plastic bags.
Darren's mind is circling in never-ending cycle, swimming in confusion because what did Tim just buy? Did he just shop for himself? Does he even have the money?
But Darren hoped for sure the Prada paper bag is his?
"Why don't you open it?" Tim asked as he returned to the living room, his hands on the pocket of his black pants and watching him.
Darren blinked at him dumbly. "What?"
"They're yours cutie" Tim answered as if buying these luxury brands are nothing.
As far as Darren can remember, he only demanded Tim replace the Prada he destroyed. Why is he seeing four other brands? It's not like he doesn't want it because he does. He loves shopping and that's obvious if you go look at his walk-in closet.
But the idea of Tim going in those shops Darren used to always visit slightly annoys him. He should be the one going there! Judging the designs and buying what he wants!
He doesn't need others to buy those for him!
He can buy them himself thank you very much.
"Do you even have the taste to pick the best designs?" he asked, voice sounding fancy and gayer than he can realize.
Tim grinned and smirked. "For a man who decided to call you cutie, I think I do"
Curse Tim and his implicit compliments. Yeah, curse him. Curse him for knowing what to say.
"The Prada is the replacement for what I had destroyed. But the others are just for cute you from shameless me" Tim winked and sat across him, urging him to open the paper bags.
"Do you really think buying me these could get you in my soft side?"
Yes it does. Don't act like a goody two shoes now. His mind told himself. And yes, curse that too.
"These are just freaking simple thank you. It's not to get on your good side. I'm fine with you now"
Darren almost felt his cheeks reddening. Yes, almost!
"Where's my washer and my bowl?" he asked with eyebrows raised high seeming as if it could outdo the height of their house.
Tim smiled. "Washer's going to be delivered. Bowl's in the making"
"In the making?"
"I asked an exact replica with same materials of the bowl cutie"
Darren felt the tiniest, slightest, bit, and smallest appreciation for Tim at that but it was quickly wiped away because he can't be bought with those simple efforts.
But he can with his favorite brands.
Shame. Tim made a fine specimen but seeing and experiencing how annoying this flirty man is, he's not fazed.
Hmm, are you sure? His mind crossed. And he nearly smacked his own head off.
"Do you even have the money to buy these?" he continued to question.
Tim smirked, looking so immune to Darren's choice of words. "Oh you'll be shock of what this fucking Tim can do"
Darren gaped. "YOU STOLE?!"
"Pete's sake! Just fucking look!"