Baby Gav (Mavin Fanfic)

Part Six

some strong language. sone mild language. some language.

Michael doesn't usually straighten his hair, but sometimes when it gets too long, the curls start to annoy him. I don't like Michael's straightened hair, everyone at the office knows that. I prefer it curly, because he looks a lot more badass and dominating. With straight hair, I just think 'closet homosexual trying to hide his homosexuality with unconvincing rage and mild violence'. With curly hair, I think 'damn, he doesn't try and do anything with his hair, he doesn't try and be something he's not, this is genuine, he's a genuine great guy'.

They teased me when I moaned about Michael's hair at the office, they referred to me as his girlfriend (which Lindsay laughed off, but I could tell she was pretty annoyed). Ray would be even more annoying when Michael and I had a lad moment, saying things like "And then Gavin grabbed Michael's flowing locks," and "Kiss him, ignore his hair. It'll curl after a hot make-out session." I think Ray just likes to watch, that's his deal. He's a voyeur. Back home, Ray would probably fit right into the dogging scene. That's where a group of strangers meet up in the woods at night and everyone watches everyone else having sex. I guess Ray would just be beating one off in his car.

Today, Michael has straightened his hair.

"Hey Gavin?" he sings from his desk, interrupting me midway through editing a video.

"Yes, m'boy?"

"We haven't been out, just the two of us, in a while."

"Are you asking me out, Mi-cool?" I smile. His eyes narrow, and he straightens in his chair. Yes, Michael, that makes you look big and scary. I'm quaking in my bloody boots.

"No, you fuckin' dildo!" he yells, rolling his chair over to knock mine, Robot Wars style, and clips me 'round the ear. "Let's go for bevs, yeah?" His arm is resting on my shoulders, so even if I try and lean back, my face is permanently inches from his.

"Sure, how's Friday?"

Michael smiles. "Sounds good to me, buddy."

Balls to that not being a date.

Woah, shut up, Gavin.