After breakfast, Todd and I decide to go to an old bookstore and a little cafe where they sold art. We walked hand in hand through the streets, past the seemingly never ending shelves of books in the book store. In the window seat at the cafe where it was only the two of us, holding hands under the table. It was like something out of a love story. We pass by Henley Hall. There is a poster that reads.
Open Tryouts for West Side Story. See pamphlet inside.
"Wait here." I say before dashing into the building.
I come back out with two pamphlets. I hand one of them to Todd. "Now that Tom Perry is out of the picture, my mom said that I am free to do whatever I want."
"Tom Perry... your father."
"No Todd... that man was never my father." I am grinning widely. "Auditions is next Friday. You in?" I was testing wether or not he was truly dedicating himself to sucking the marrow out of life. He hesitates for a second but then he surprises me. "Yea, I think I will audition. I might go for..." He looks through the character list. "Tony." I smile, he really is serious about seizing the day. "I'm going for Riff."
We get back to the school and I sit on the window sill. "I still do not understand how you balance on that thing." Todd says this as he kicks his feet up on the wall. I put on a fake southern accent. "Well y'a see Todd, when you've been goin' to Helton fer as long as I've been, y'a learn some things." Todd laughs hysterically. "Neil, what the hell was that voice." I get off of the window sill and keep talking with the accent . "I don' know what the hell, you're talkin' 'bout." I walk closer to him. "You know exactly 'what the hell I'm talkin' 'bout.'" He says. "Honestly Todd, I haven't the slightest idea what you're-" He chucks a pillow at me. I catch it. I stop talking with the accent and laugh. "Oh you little shit." I tackle and we both fall on the floor. He's blushing madly and smiling like a fool. I trace my thumb along his eyebrow, down the bridge of his nose to his lips (which were a beautiful shade of pink and and smooth like the wings of a butterfly) he hums contently. "You have very soft hands." He says this quietly, nearly a whisper. "Todd that's the gayest thing you've ever said." He shrugs. "Okay." I give him a quick peck on the lips then get off of him. "Okay child, I must teach you how to act."
"I am one year younger than you."
"I don't care." I say as I leaf through the booklet.
