" Wake up sunshine!!!" Michael gives chess a little push in hopes to wake the sleeping beauty.
With a small groan, chess cracks open his eyes to be greeted with the blinding light of the sun.
" Morning Michael..." He cracks a small smile at the happy man. The orange light flooded the room as it hit every object in its path, including Michael. The sun hit Michaels fiery orange hair just right to make it seem as if it where in flames.
His chestnut eyes sparkled with life and passion, complemented by the splatter of freckles across his cheeks and arms. Chess lifts up his weak, pale hand, then proceeds to drop it on Michaels puff of hair. He starts to massage the innocent boys scalp, not really knowing how soft his hair is till just now. It felt as if Chess where petting a small, fluffy cloud of Kitten fur.
" I feel a lot better today... what should we do?" Michael gives Chess one of his signature warm smiles. He could melt ice with that smile if he wanted too.
Chess could hear the variety of birds sing and squawk in unison outside the window, as if they where singing their morning song. " I don't know Michael. I'm not good at deciding these things." He gives Michael a small shrug of the shoulders, with an added pop of the back. He glances around the orange room as he breathes in the the familiar Motor oil, tainted air.
" Maybe we could go to my house! You haven't seen it yet and I think it would be cool if you seen my ho-" He was cut off by a cold, firm hand covering his mouth. His eyes snapped up to look into a Curious, and motionless set of eyes. Chess was locked into Michaels chestnut eyes, as if he where trying to soul search this kid to the core.
Chess could feel the soft cheeks behind his palm begin to feel flushed and hot. With a small squeak and a quick jerk of the head, Michael broke free from Chess's awkward hold.
" Chess, Are you alright? What was that for? You could have just told me to stop talking you know." He rubbed his mouth awkwardly, still confused with Chess's actions.
The eyes of the Pink haired boy met Michaels once more.
" I don't want to loose you," he started. " So I want to know as much about you as I can. Tell me your likes and dislikes. " The curious boy leaned in close to Michael as he patiently awaited his response.
" Um, okay. But let's wait until we get to my house, then I can really show you what I like! " With that, chess snatches Michaels hand and prods him over to the polished, black motorcycle in the corner. The seat has been worn down to the distinct outline and shape of a Butt. Especially gay butts. There has probably been so many Gay children rest their butts upon this seat, that it's turned the Bike Gay.
Michael flips his leg over the bike as if it where instinct for him. The posture and position was flawless compared to Chess's rookie, slouching, crouch like appearance.
The key turned in the ignition to trigger a massive roar from the bike. It sputtered and shook for a while before getting itself stable. It smelled heavily of Motor oil, with a mix of something familiar, something that he could never forget, but he had no idea what it was.
" I will give you directions!!" Michael finally said, interrupting Chess's trance. He gives a faint nod as he pushes the bike up with his leg to get it off the ground. With a small push of the leg, they where off to Michaels mysterious house.
Chess glanced up at the massive building of apartments, their splotches of glowing windows shedding their yellow hue into the black night sky. Michael snatches Chess's ruff skinned wrist excitedly, as he practically drags him inside the building. The fresh smell of Bleach and Febreze burned at Chess's nose as he continued up the elevator and to the top floor.
The classic 80's music came to a halt, Soon the elevator followed suit. The door opened with a small grunt, and a squeal as Michael hurried his guest out of the elevator and over to one of the many birch wood doors that lined the halls. The shiny yellow tag above his door read ' 66 ' in black lettering. With a small push followed by a pop, the door opens to reveal Michaels prized possessions and awards. Chess follows Michael inside to his lovely abode, his eyes start to search every corner and item of the house. It smelled like freshly baked toffee with a hint of mint, probably caused by the Toffee Coffee Michael drinks every morning.
