Inevitable

six

Phil

I walk out of the changing room and bump into Rachel.

"Hey babe," she greets me with a kiss and a hug.

"Hello, my ravishing queen," I answer and watch her face heat up.

"Do you wanna come over?" She asks suggestively.

I shake my head and tell her I'm going home to work on our project.

She sighs and nods.

"I'll just work on mine too, I guess. With PJ," she added as she sashayed away.

"Have fun!"

"Oh, we will," she said with a wink.

I sighed as I walked toward the school's front doors.

The fresh air hit my aching muscles and it felt so good that I let out a moan.

"You're that happy to see me? You've been gone 7 minutes," Dan snarkily said from the bottom of the stairs.

I laughed and joined him at the bottom.

We walked toward my black and red Jeep.

"Wttbp vibes, innit?" Dan muttered and got in.

"What's that?"

"Welcome To The Black Parade?"

I stared at his blankly.

"My Chemical Romance?" he asked.

"Don't know what that is, bro," I sadly said.

Dan tsked me and grabbed the aux cord.

Before he pushed it in, he looked at me and seriously said, "they're not together anymore. Don't get too attached."

I laughed and started up the car.

"Lay it on me," I replied.

"My favourite," Dan muttered as he began playing a song with a really upbeat instrumental.

"So if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say..." a voice blared from the speakers.

When the song ended, I let out the laugh I'd been holding in the whole time.

"If you didn't like it, you could have just said so," Dan said and pulled the cord out and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

"No, no. I love the song," I said trying to calm down my laughter.

"Am I missing something?"

"Dan. Have you looked at me? I love MCR. In Grade 9, I dyed my tips red. I'm just a repressed emo shit," I replied to him.

He smiled at me.

"I like you, Lester,"

"I like you too, Howell. No homo, of course," I said. Just for good measure.

He rolled his eyes.

*****
We pull into my driveway and get out.

We enter my house and I'm greeted by the smell of cheesy, delicious goodness.

"Mum? Dad? Mart? I'm homeee!!" I yell as I shut the door behind us.

A few seconds later, my brother, Martyn walks by with a slice of pizza in his mouth, "Mum and Pops are out. Pizza's on the counter."

I point at his retreating back and "introduce" him to Dan.

Dan nods and we head to the kitchen.