Tea Over Coffee // Mavin

Chapter Two

A blaring alarm that was accidentally left on woke Gavin Free the next morning. He slid reluctantly out of the comfort of his sheets and managed to tame his hair before brushing his teeth and putting some clothes on.
Looking at the clock beside his bed, he realised that it was only ten minutes until he was supposed to be meeting Michael from the coffee shop yesterday.
The blond rushed out of the door, quickly grabbing his keys on the way, and jumped into the drivers seat of his car.
Pop music played on the radio as he pulled into the coffee shop car park, grabbed his phone and keys and jogged in. He was only half an hour late.
He spotted Michael as he got inside, and slid into the seat across from him.
"Sorry, Michael. I got caught up with moving and stuff, and I slept in too late, and..." Gavin rushed, breathless.
"What? It's fine, don't worry about it," the other man laughed softly as he sipped from his coffee cup - he looked like he burnt his tongue, but he didn't say anything. He hesitated slightly before speaking again, "You need any help with that?"
"With what?"
"Moving all your stuff, stupid."
"Oh! It'd be really helpful, if you want to."
"Alright, let's go. You drive us," Michael smiled slightly and grabbed his coffee cup before walking slightly behind Gavin to the door.
The two walked to the taller man's car, Gavin jumping into the drivers seat and Michael slipping in beside him.
On the way, pop songs played on the radio, which had Michael humming and dancing along while Gavin just laughed at him.
Eventually, they reached the building and the pair stepped out. The younger man led Michael upstairs to apartment 14 and unlocked the door, revealing a mass of packed boxes and trinkets and odds and ends strewn about the house.
The older man walked in, "You've done all this by yourself?" Gavin nodded innocently. "That must've been a ton of work for you."
Gavin shrugged, "It wasn't that hard. I'm pretty disorganised though." They both laughed in agreement, and Michael looked around at all the clutter.
He sighed, "You wanna play some music while we clean up in here?" The older man nodded excitedly and pulled out his phone, connecting to the local radio station.
Within half an hour, Michael had moved on to the bedroom while Gavin was still in the main room. There were a couple of things that the ginger didn't know what to do with, so he brought them to the main room.
He stepped in the doorway, a wide smile spreading across his face. The man in front of him was drastically different from the man he had met in a coffee shop a few days ago. In front of him, Gavin Free was dancing like an idiot, singing at the top of his lungs. The older man watched him for a minute or so, smiling at how happy he looked, before interrupting.
"Gav, what d'you wanna do with these?" In Michael's hands were some curious old trinkets, and a guitar.
Gavin turned around, laughing slightly as he brushed his hair from his face, "Uh... the guitar, I want to keep. But the rest can be chucked."
Michael raised an eyebrow, "You know how to play?" he questioned.
"Yeah. I'm pretty rubbish, though. Maybe I'll practise and play for you sometime."