One Step At A Time [boyxboy]

Chapter 5

David stepped out of his house, taking a deep breath of the crisp, November air. Although he was used to the sun, he was a little bit more than happy about the summer being over. He had never experienced something like an Arkansas summer before in his life! Not only was it unbearably hot, but it was also humid, and the humidity made it very difficult for him to spike his fauxhawk! Although, he and Pierre had gone swimming together a few times, and seeing the boy shirtless was reward enough for withstanding the heat.

But, now that the heat and humidity was gone, David definitely didn’t miss it. He was glad that Arkansas generally had mild Autumns, and someone had told him that spring was the same way. He had actually begun to enjoy the crisp, fall mornings; especially when he got to see Pierre. The more he was with Pierre, the more he liked him; despite his own wishes to not. There was just something so cute about him! It wasn’t so crazy to David that he was feeling so strongly for the boy, considering he’d known him a little over five months, and the two had been just south of inseparable

David’s eyes drooped while he leaned against the outside wall of his house. A cold wind blew through, so he grabbed his hoodie by the zipper and pulled it tighter around his body, hoping to conserve at least a little bit of body heat. Sighing sleepily, he let his eyes fall closed completely, huddling into himself as much as possible while standing. “Fuckin’ school...” he muttered, wishing Pierre would just let him skip for ONE day. 

But, of course, he wouldn’t. A honk told David that Pierre had arrived, so he opened his eyes and began to walk toward Pierre’s dirty, white, pickup-truck. “Mornin’ Dave,” Pierre greeted when David opened the passenger side door. David nodded to him and climbed in, too tired to bother with words. David was most definitely a bitch in the mornings if you rubbed him the wrong way, so Pierre had learned soon what was acceptable to say to him and what wasn’t. “Ya sleep well?” Pierre continued, backing slowly out of the long driveway. David nodded but kept his eyes closed. “How many tahms am ah gonna have tuh tell ya tuh buckle yer damn seat belt?” Pierre sighed with exasperation. 

“Oh shut up,” David growled, pulling the seatbelt across his chest and buckling it with a reluctant sigh. 

“Well! Ya’ve already crashed yer car! Ya’d think ya’d be a little more careful!” Pierre ranted on as he drove down the abandoned road. David just sighed and pressed his forehead against the window. The glass felt cold on his skin, and made him want to move, but he was too damn tired to even open his eyes or talk. “You ready fer Miss Johnson’s math quiz tuhday?” Pierre asked, glancing over at David before shifting his eyes back to the road. 

“Can’t we skip today?” David whined, keeping his head to the glass and his eyes closed.

“Hell NO we can’t skip! Ah’ve never skipped a day in mah lahf!” Pierre protested loudly.

“Oh, come on... pleaaase?” he continued, still not bothering to look at Pierre. 

“We have that math quiz tuhday! Ya don’t wanna fail, nah do ya?”

David laughed ironically and slid his head down the window slowly. “Please, I could pass that quiz with my eyes closed,” he muttered bitterly.

“Well, ain’t’chu cocky,” Pierre pointed out with a laugh, glancing to David again. 

“That class is too easy!” David complained, sitting up finally and looking over at Pierre. GOD, you’re attractive, he thought, allowing a slightly desiring smile to grace his features. 

“Ah don’t know what’cher talkin’ ‘bout!” Pierre laughed, driving steadily down the road. Pierre was definitely a calm driver, if anything had to be said about him. He never seemed to be in a hurry to get anywhere; he just cruised along, and he got there when he got there. “That class is hard!” he finished, glancing to David again with a helpless smile.