Pyrus "Turk" Leturgez
Class had always been rather awkward for Pyrus, especially his last class. He hated his Pre-Calculus class especially. His teacher had made fun of him lightly once or twice by calling him Py, or rather 'Pi', and since than, thats what everyone in the class had called him. Why, oh why? Pyrus went by Turk almost all the time, since people tended to struggle to spell and pronouce his first and last name - So he took the 'tur' out of his last name, Leturgez, and put a K in front of it. Ta-da! 'Turk'. Worked for him, and he liked it too. When the class bell rang, all kind of celebratory bells chimed in his mind before he got up and quickly put his supplies and such away. Once he had slipped his bag strap over his shoulder, he was out of the room.
"Turk!"
Pyrus turned, blinking back and wondering who on earth could be calling him. There stood his good friend, Benjamin Raye. He offered the man a friendly smile. "Hey, Ben. What's shakin'?" he asked, casually. "You still up for going all the way to Shibuya and chilling out?" To his surprise, the brunette shook his head, brown eyes flashing a kind of apologeticness. "Huh? Why not, dude?"
Ben seemed honestly surprised. "Dude! You haven't gotten the invite!? It's tonight, you know! I can't hang out when i gotta be there right when it starts!"
"W-When what starts, bro?" he said, slurring dialectically, completely unintentionally. Ben rolled his eyes, slapping him on the back, making the redhead flinch.
"The party tonight? Invite only? Well, okay, maybe not, but you seriously don't know?" Slowly, Turk shook his head, seeming ashamed. Ben grinned. "Anyway, i'm sure it'll all be alright! I'm sure you'll get the invite sometime! Or you can just show up! Text me, i gotta run!" Before Pyrus could say another thing, the enthusiastic boy had darted down the hall and was already down the stairs.
When he reached his house, Pyrus let out a long, drawn out sigh. "I'm home," he called out, rather quietly. There was no answer, like usual, and he ended up heading into the kitchen. Suddenly, he caught sight of something white on the counter. A letter? He wandered out and checked it out of curiousity, generally the mail was gone and nowhere to be found when he came home, and he never got mail. His bright emerald eyes practically popped out of his skull when he realized it was addressed to him. In a heartbeat, Pyrus and torn the envelope open and was reading the letter. The party invite! He was invited! Oh my god! Pyrus shook with excitement, turning as he heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Hey, Bro." His little brother greeted. However, the boy, Aaron, was quickly replied to by his elder brother rushing over and picking him up, spinning around.
"I was invited!" he chimed. "I was fucking invited!"
"B-Bro!?"
Pyrus had never been invited to a party since he moved here! This would be his first party out of Holland!
Class had always been rather awkward for Pyrus, especially his last class. He hated his Pre-Calculus class especially. His teacher had made fun of him lightly once or twice by calling him Py, or rather 'Pi', and since than, thats what everyone in the class had called him. Why, oh why? Pyrus went by Turk almost all the time, since people tended to struggle to spell and pronouce his first and last name - So he took the 'tur' out of his last name, Leturgez, and put a K in front of it. Ta-da! 'Turk'. Worked for him, and he liked it too. When the class bell rang, all kind of celebratory bells chimed in his mind before he got up and quickly put his supplies and such away. Once he had slipped his bag strap over his shoulder, he was out of the room.
"Turk!"
Pyrus turned, blinking back and wondering who on earth could be calling him. There stood his good friend, Benjamin Raye. He offered the man a friendly smile. "Hey, Ben. What's shakin'?" he asked, casually. "You still up for going all the way to Shibuya and chilling out?" To his surprise, the brunette shook his head, brown eyes flashing a kind of apologeticness. "Huh? Why not, dude?"
Ben seemed honestly surprised. "Dude! You haven't gotten the invite!? It's tonight, you know! I can't hang out when i gotta be there right when it starts!"
"W-When what starts, bro?" he said, slurring dialectically, completely unintentionally. Ben rolled his eyes, slapping him on the back, making the redhead flinch.
"The party tonight? Invite only? Well, okay, maybe not, but you seriously don't know?" Slowly, Turk shook his head, seeming ashamed. Ben grinned. "Anyway, i'm sure it'll all be alright! I'm sure you'll get the invite sometime! Or you can just show up! Text me, i gotta run!" Before Pyrus could say another thing, the enthusiastic boy had darted down the hall and was already down the stairs.
When he reached his house, Pyrus let out a long, drawn out sigh. "I'm home," he called out, rather quietly. There was no answer, like usual, and he ended up heading into the kitchen. Suddenly, he caught sight of something white on the counter. A letter? He wandered out and checked it out of curiousity, generally the mail was gone and nowhere to be found when he came home, and he never got mail. His bright emerald eyes practically popped out of his skull when he realized it was addressed to him. In a heartbeat, Pyrus and torn the envelope open and was reading the letter. The party invite! He was invited! Oh my god! Pyrus shook with excitement, turning as he heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Hey, Bro." His little brother greeted. However, the boy, Aaron, was quickly replied to by his elder brother rushing over and picking him up, spinning around.
"I was invited!" he chimed. "I was fucking invited!"
"B-Bro!?"
Pyrus had never been invited to a party since he moved here! This would be his first party out of Holland!