One Step At A Time [boyxboy]

Chapter 10

It seemed like just yesterday David was taking all of his belongings from his boxes and bags and moving them into their new homes, with Pierre’s help, of course. So now, it was only natural that it felt weird to be putting things back into his bags, although, the extent to which he was packing was not so severe. No, enough for a week, with a little extra in case of emergencies; that was it. Well, not to mention enough shoes to get him through, should a certain occasion arise, or should something bad happen to a pair! Plus, he had to be sure to bring his flip-flops, because NOTHING was keeping him away from the beach. Normally, he believed that guys really shouldn’t wear flip-flops because it just made them look gay, but he WAS gay! So it all worked out in the end for him. 

He’d ended up with two bags; one with clothes, and one with shoes. The bag with the shoes in them was a bit smaller than the bag with the clothes, but David had still managed to shove a lot of shoes into it. He had two pairs of converse, one plain, black pair, and one yellow pair; a pair of vans that he and his friends had spent countless classes coloring in the little, white boxes; a pair of black, flip-flops, although they weren’t thongs... he wasn’t THAT fruity; a pair of chunky, black, skater-style vans, in case he felt like skateboarding; and a pair of somewhat nice, black shoes, in case they went to one of the nicer restaurants for any reason. 

As for clothes, of course he brought a shirt for everyday, ranging in color and band logo, with a few extra just in case he needed them; mostly shorts, but a few pairs of pants; plenty of clean boxers and pairs of socks; and, of course, his wetsuit, something which he hadn’t had the chance to use in a while. It would be hard for anyone to keep him out of the water and off of a surf board once he got a whiff of that salty, sea air. Just thinking of it made his insides burn a bit. It had been so long since he’d done any of the things he’d taken for granted before in his life. Maybe he could even get Pierre to surf a bit! They would have to find him a wetsuit, but David was sure there would be one lying around that would for the most part fit. David’s wetsuit had been designed just for him, so it fit him in every way possible; he absolutely loved the thing. 

A knock on his door pulled David out of his trance, and he looked up from his bag which he had just zipped closed, and turned toward the door to see his mother smiling at him. “You ready to go?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe casually.

David nodded slowly, before looking around his room. “Almost,” he told her, slightly contradicting the nod he had just given. “There’re just a few more things I need...” he said, walking from his bed to his desk.

Joanne’s eyes widened when she looked at the bags laying on his bed. “How do you plan on carrying those?” she asked with a laugh.

“Huh?” David asked absentmindedly. 

Joanne stood and walked over to the bed, patting the biggest, fattest one of the two with a loud smack. “These things look like they could break through the bed at any second!” she joked. 

David turned and looked at his bags, offering a shrug, before continuing his search through his drawers. “I like clothes,” he said simply, pulling out the bottom drawer and finding, at last, what he was looking for. 

“I see that...” she muttered quietly.

“Aha,” he exclaimed, pulling a thick CD case out and dusting it off. He hadn’t actually used the thing in ages, because all he’d ever needed was his iPod, but he figured Pierre’s car wouldn’t have an input for an iPod, so it was time to take a step back in technology. Turning to look at his mom, he held up the CD case in triumph. “Wait... do you think his car even has a CD player?” he asked jokingly, poking fun at how old-fashioned his friend was.

“I dunno...” Joanne joked back. “You might have to pull out my old cassette-tapes,” she said slowly.

“Or maybe even Dan’s eight-tracks!”