Blandview High Musical

55. Angel Of The Morning

Shayne reached out, knocking on the front door to Damien's house. His mother answered the door. "Shayne? What a nice surprise." She said, smiling at him. "I was just making breakfast, won't you come in?" She asked. "I don't want to impose." He said. "Nonsense. There's enough to go around." She said, grabbing his arm and tugging him inside the house. "Damien's upstairs asleep still." She said. "Do you mind if I go up there and wake him up?" Shayne asked. "Go ahead." She disappeared into the kitchen. Shayne traversed the stairs as Damien's little siblings were sitting in front of the TV. Shayne was always welcome here, even when he felt like he wasn't welcome anywhere else. He remembered being younger and Damien's mom would make them snacks after soccer practice. Those were the days he missed, when shit wasn't complicated at all. Shayne sighed as he reached the top of the stairs and moved for the first door on the right. That one was always Damien's bedroom. Even when his little siblings came, he didn't want them to try and take his bedroom away. Shayne reached for the door handle. He heard music playing from the other size. He pushed the door handle down and opened the door.

A haze wafted through the room. The window was cracked a little bit. Shayne fanned the smoke from his face as he stepped into the room. He coughed loudly. "Goddamnit, I told you little brats to stay out of my room." Damien's voice muttered from the closet. He stepped out, tugging his boxers on. Shayne cleared his throat. "Shayne? What—what are you doing here?" Damien asked, nervousness flooding his cheek. "I just wanted to talk to you about a few things." Shayne said. Damien shut the closet door, remaining in front of it. "Sure, what do you wanna talk about?" He asked. "I just needed some advice on how to deal with..." his voice wavered away. "With Gill?" Damien finished. Shayne's eyes moved back up. Damien walked over to the desk chair and sat down. "It's cool to say it out loud, dude. I think we both know things got a little out of hand." Damien said. "Well...it's just that—did-did I make the wrong choice?" Shayne asked. "Was breaking up really the right thing to do?" "Under cheating instances? I think yeah. I mean, you'd be a little questionable if you didn't break up, y'know." Shayne chuckled. "Yeah, that's true too." He said.

"I just...I really miss her. I feel like a fucking idiot and feel like none of it was worth it at all. Jade got what she wanted, and that was to be with Javi. I want to be with Gill, but I think I've fucked this up too much to fix it." Shayne said. Damien leaned forward in the chair. "Give it some time, man. I haven't been good with relationships ever, but you two are meant for each other." The hinges on the closet door creaked softly as it was pushed open. "I said, give me a minute, muffin." Damien said. Shayne looked over at the closet door, grinning. "You guys can't fuck in the bed?" He asked. "We do, all the time. We just wanted to change things up this time around." Damien said. "Well, I didn't mean to interrupt." Shayne said. "About the Gill stuff, don't pressure her. Don't be overbearing. Let her come to you." Damien said, standing up. "You'll know when the moment's right." He said. Damien stepped towards the door and Shayne turned around, throwing his arms around the brunette. He had never really hugged Damien before, but it felt nice. "Thanks." He said.

I was at home, trying to get my shit together. The school was going to pay to fly us to Florida for this tournament. I've been on planes a lot, so there's nothing to really worry about, but the biggest thing was trying to make sure I had everything together. I sighed. My mom and Frankie wouldn't be able to be there because of conflicting schedules. Without any outside friends, there wouldn't be anyone cheering me on. I suppose it would be a good thing after all. I pushed the clothing down into the bag before zipping it up. I crossed my room to the bathroom to get the rest of my toiletries. There was a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in." I said. The door opened and my mother came in. "A piece of mail came for you, Gill." She said. I stepped out of the bathroom. "Mail? On Sunday?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "I think someone might've dropped it off." She said. It was sealed in a bubble mailer. I took it from her and tossed it on the bed. "You're not going to open it?" She asked. "I'll do it when I'm finished." I said.