Glory Days

The First Day

The bitter and disgusting taste of Monday morning was sitting uncomfortably at the back of Davy's throat as he trotted down his steps. He took a long sip of the tea his father had made for him to wash the unwanted taste down. He jetted his hand out to curl his fingers under the plain black handle of the eyesore of a car.

The exterior of the vehicle had hand painted designs....hand painted. 'It was terrible and kitschy and...a little endearing'. Davy wiped that trace of a grin away as he took the passengers seat. He reached over to turn the radio on, without realizing what it would pick up from.

The car shook with the intensity of the volume during some strange song. "Good Morning, Good Morning...!" The car screamed. Davy slapped his hands to cover his ears. "Micky!" He scowled.

Micky turned to him with a grin that lit up his whole face and reached over to turn the volume down. As his fingers danced down the dial, he turned back to his shorter friend. "Good Morning." He greeted in a sing-songy face and Davy wanted to throttle him.

"I hate the first day." Davy frowned and hit the back of his head against the head rest of Micky's car. Micky put the car in gear and drove off into the street. "And not just because it's school but it is also your most annoying day of the year." He sighed.

Micky chuckled. "I dunno, don't you think free cookie day gives it a run for it's money?" He asked, puffing his cheek out in fake thought and Davy groaned, remembering that specific day each year.

Davy spent the rest of the short car ride to school sipping on his tea and staring out the window.

Micky pulled up to his regular space and hopped out of his door, stretching as if he'd been sitting there for an eternity. Davy took a slower pace, strolling out and shutting the door behind him as Micky came round to stand and wait.

It was then that Davy got a good look at what his friend was wearing. An old tie-dyed shirt from some science camp he'd gone too (He stared momentarily at the disastrous handwriting those kids had signed their names with on the fabric) . And a jean jacket sat nicely on his shoulders, patches here, there and everywhere. It was very Micky alright...just a little more put together than usual. Davy smirked.

"Dressed up for the first day?" He sipped his tea and Micky looked down at himself and shrugged.

"I make an effort sometimes. By the way, I wanna wear my crocs tomorrow can you come with me to buy jibbitz?" He asked as if Davy should just know what those were as he kicked his leg out to emphasize.

"First of all, I hate those shoes please burn them. Second of all, what are Jibbitz, Micky?" Davy seemed to enhance his British accent with his disgust.

Micky did that breathy little sigh he did and Davy bit hard into his lip. "Y'know the charms that you put on them." He chuckled and Davy rolled his eyes just as they got to Davy's locker.

Davy wasted no time, opening his locker and almost pouting as he got what he needed. Micky watched him silently, leaning on the locker next to his and pursed his lips.

"I'll meet you behind the bleachers during your gym class...eighth period right?" Micky lolled his head to the side as Davy smiled. It had become somewhat of a tradition for Micky to help him skip his gym class as Davy claimed dodge-ball every day was not a good enough exercise to participate in.

"Yeah. Don't be late or-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah or you're gonna get hit by another dodge-ball, I get it." Micky started to twirl away, waving his hand to dismiss an annoyed Davy.