YES I KNOW THAT THEY DIDNT GO TO HIGH SCHOOL TOGETHER. DONT @ ME
Dan POV:
After chemistry, Kyle and I always meet at his locker and walk to lunch together. He usually beats me there, but I approached first. Locker 658. The halls were loud, as usual and my humming just added to the noise.
"Hey Dan." A lethargic Kyle says, entering his combination.
"How was class? You look like ass." I say, noticing how Kyle, usually filled with sunshine seems gloomy today.
"I'm fine. Mrs. Goldstein gave us a pop quiz in French and I hadn't studied at all." Kyle explains, grabbing his wallet out of his bag.
"She'd fail you anyway." I remind him. "Since she figured out about Marion wanking you off in the back of class." I say the last part quietly.
"One time!" Kyle shouts, slamming his locker shut.
"Whatever." I say, following Kyle down the hall to the exit.
"Taco Bell or Papa Tony's?" Kyle asks, refusing to make the dicision.
"I think I have my punch card for a free sandwich at Tony's." I say, digging through my pockets.
"Awesome." Kyle says, beginning to skip down the sidewalk.
"You nerd." I laugh, zipping my jacket.
"You're telling me that walking is more conventional?" Kyle asks, skipping faster.
"I refuse to run." I yell, speed walking after him.
"If you're planning on being a musician, you're going to need energy Danny." Kyle says, slowing down to a walk.
I don't reply.
"Hey love doves!" An all too familiar voice says behind us. Richie.
"What do you want, Richie?" Kyle says, extremely monotone and annoyed.
"Nothing. Not from the gay boys." He says, sticking up his nose.
"How original." I snarl, wishing he would go away.
"So you're not denying it?" Richie says, playing with his hands.
"I'm bisexual." Kyle remarks. "I like guys and girls."
"And how about you, Danny boy? Are you bisexual too?" Richie taunts.
I don't know. I've never dated anybody and never really had a desire to. "Uh yeah." I reply, just wanting to get it over with.
"Interesting." Richie replies, walking away.
"What was that about?"Kyle asks, looking over his shoulder.
"I dunno. I guess it makes him feel less insecure." I shrug.
"Whatever." Kyle says, opening up the door to Papa Tony's. The jingling bell announces our arrival.
"The usual?" Tony asks from behind the counter.
"Please." Kyle replied, slipping into our usual booth.
