Danny and Olivier

Part 12- Danny, and Olivier

When Danny woke up the next morning, he realized that when he closed his eyes, all he dreamt about was peppermint mochas, salted caramel fudge, and Olivier. Definitely Olivier.

             Danny rolled over in bed and headed straight for the bathroom. I don’t want Olivier seeing how ugly I look, Danny thought as he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth. Of course, Danny never saw how his hair fell perfectly over his face in the morning. He always focused on the little flaws, like how he needed to apply some acne cream to his chin.

             When Danny thought he looked somewhat acceptable, he ran out and jumped onto the bed. “Oli!”

 Silence. Olivier didn’t even twitch as Danny jumped onto the bed again, as if he were a little kid waking his parents up on Christmas morning. “Oli…” Danny sang, crawling on top of his sleeping body. “Oli Oli Oli pop…”

             Silence. “OLI!”

             That was when Danny realized the obvious.

             “You’re deaf.” Stupid stupid stupid.

             Danny sat in bed for a minute, realizing how stupid he was. Wait. If Olivier can’t hear me, I can sing to him. Danny picked up his guitar and felt the familiar neck of his acoustic, feeling the neck until he got the right chords. He began strumming as Olivier suddenly flopped over in bed, enjoying his little performance.

             “Holy crap!” Danny jumped back as Olivier grabbed Danny by his hips, pulling him closer. He dropped his guitar on the foot of the bed and peered curiously at Olivier. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to wake you up?”

             Olivier held up a finger, to tell Danny to give him a second, then turned down his hearing aid. “Same mistake as last time.”

             “So you pretended to be asleep so you could hear me sing.” Danny glared at Olivier, pushing his hands away from Danny’s hips. “You’re mean.”

             “You’re just saying that,” Olivier teased, clinging onto Danny. But Danny gave Olivier the silent treatment and turned away, shunning Olivier.

             “Danny. Danny.” No response.

             “Danny,” Olivier whined, feeling the soft skin of Danny’s pale hips. “I’m sorry.” Olivier slowly ran his hands around Danny’s hips, snaking them forward. Olivier felt Danny shiver and smirked to himself.

             Danny peeked over his shoulder. “…and?”

             “And what?” Olivier struggled to pull Danny closer.

             Danny peered down at Olivier’s radiant eyes, touching their noses together. “Do you love me?”

             “What do you think, fool?”

             Danny grinned and pecked Olivier on the lips, getting up. “Come on. I have to get to your school by 7:45 to sign in.”

             “Fine, fine. I’m getting up.” Olivier rolled out of bed and onto the floor. “Oof.”

             Danny laughed and peered down over the edge. “Silly.”

             “Mmh.”

             Danny made breakfast while Olivier was cleaning up, making little pancakes. It wasn’t until the fourth pancake that he realized that he was making them into little heart shapes. I must be going crazy, Danny thought grimly as he poured some syrup over his pancakes. I can’t believe I have Olivier.