Darius
Darius sighed. Matty could be such a chore. I mean, his ideas of fun were brilliant some times, but he got on the annoying side of life way too easily if things weren't going his way. It was such a chore to keep up with him. Darius would rather be doing something that appealed to him. Like braking into something. That always made his blood start pumping and made him have a great time. But this, this was taxing and annoying.
"Look, buddy. I've gotten away with far worse with a far better excuse, kay? Besides, Philip isn't that smart, and since when does he ever like to do anything inside?" He winked at Matty. "Try something more elaborate next time Matty. You can't fool me dude." He loved teasing Matthew. Maybe it was because he reminded Darius of his childlike self - only on a nicer degree. Darius, at Matts age, was being threatened to be taken to Juvie. That was a funny time... but at the moment, he needed to get changed. Especially since he was still in his pajamas. He would rather be in some more fitting clothes. So he tiptoed, slowly, up the stairs and into his room, making sure he didn't slip, although he almost did. He quickly put on his favourite dress shirt, loosely put on a red tie, a pair of jeans, and put the dart that he had in his hand still away.