Something About Macy

In which Macy experiences nostalgia

Chapter 4

When Macy arrived at the Mullins house, there was a guy leaving the house. She didn't recognise him but he was Toby's type, tall, dark haired, strikingly beautiful and, most probably, 'not gay'. Macy smiled at him and he blushed.

"Toby worked his charms didn't he?" She rolled her eyes as he nodded. "I apologise for my best friend being such a huge slut but you realise there's no way you're totally straight now, not after Toby." The boy laughed.

"You must be Macy. I'm Devin and I never claimed to be straight, just Bi. Until now." He winked at her and unlocked the Porsche sat in the drive. "See you around Macy."

"Don't count on it sweetheart." She muttered as he roared off. Pushing the door open she was surprised to hear the TV was on, then she cringed. There was no way she was sitting on a sex sofa. Toby was her best friend and there were little to no boundaries but that was one she wasn't ever willing to cross. Ever.

"Is that the love of my life?" Toby's voice filtered out of the living room, it was a warm sound full of satisfaction. Macy walked in to see him lying on the couch looking the cat who got the cream, and more. He was king of all he surveyed and Macy was about to call him out on his shit.

"You disgust me Mullins." She told him, falling into the armchair opposite him. Toby winked at her.

"You're just jealous that I'm getting laid and you're not."

Macy sighed and pulled out her sketch book, flipping through to find a blank page and staring over at Toby for a minute. Her art teacher hated her at first because she drew Toby from every angle and used every different medium to create him but the final piece won her over in the end. She couldn't help it that everything about Toby was effortless and, as gross as it was, he was always the most captivating after his favourite extra-curricular activity. Toby often joked that one of the titles of the rooms in Macy's gallery should be him in his after fornication glow. Naturally Macy had thrown her rubber at him and disagreed whole heartedly but she did know Toby would feature heavily in her work. But today she wasn't interested in drawing Toby. Today she wanted to capture the boy she saw leaving the house, give his graphite figure the confidence and charm his flesh and bones contained. Then maybe she would draw Toby.

"So, Devin." She said as she began to sketch the lines of Devin's jaw.

"He's cute right?" Toby said smugly.

"Cute is not the word I'd use Mullins, that boy was beautiful."

"Is that why you're drawing him you stalker? He's gay you know."

"So are you yet I still draw you a lot."

Toby laughed. "Fair point Macy Gray."

"Where did you find him?"

"Doctors. He works in the reception."

Macy snorted. She had to give it to Toby, he could get numbers wherever he went. Toby had an aura of sorts, one that drew people in and held people captive for a little while. Macy was one of the few people allowed past this aura, into the real Toby who was a dork and a huge nerd with a love for pretty things, pretty books, pretty stationery, pretty cakes, pretty boys, and he had a huge heart. Toby had been terrified to come out at first. There were never any indicators that he was gay, Macy had always thought he was just not interested at all in relationships. Until Macy had found him in his room crying. Someone had found out and was threatening to tell everyone before he was ready. Macy held him while he cried and told her everything, from the moment he knew, to the person behind it. She told him they'd tell his parents together, that she would deal with the guy and then they'd tell everyone when he was ready. And they did just that. Trisha and John were incredibly accepting and happy that their youngest son was comfortable enough to tell them the truth. They also were grateful for Macy. Without her, Toby would never have come out publicly nor would he be happy with the young man he was becoming.