Glory Days

Ignorance

Davy stood on the tips of his toes, a cup of tea curled in his hand as he tried to peek subtly out the window. Through the clean glass he could see the healthy green grass of their lawn with speckles of yellow dandelions. And parked almost perfectly on their curb was the bright car Davy was all too familiar with.

The front tire was raised the tiniest bit, climbing the curb and edging near the grass. Micky was sat cross-legged on the hood, the early morning sun seemingly outlined him with burnt orange light. Davy flattened his feet and took a deep breath as he turned back to walk through the kitchen.

His father looked up from his laptop and gave him a small smile as a goodbye which Davy returned. He lingered behind the front door for a few seconds before he actually opened the door and started to walk over to the car.

Micky's head snapped up in an instant and he grinned. He threw his legs over the side of the car and waited until Davy stood in front of him to speak. "My parents are getting ridiculous." He flattened his palm on the windshield as he leaned over.

"Yeah? How's that?" Davy asked as he leaned in the open window to set his books down on the passengers seat. He glanced at the ripping edge of the history book he was just given yesterday and grimaced.

"They called you my boyfriend today." Micky chuckled with a shake of his head and Davy's stomach dropped. He knew well enough that Micky's parents seemed to think they were dating which Davy couldn't help but think was a good sign. It had to mean that Micky talked about him a lot.

Micky did a little half roll of his eyes, stopping to glance at a bird as it flew over their heads to land on a nearby tree branch. "Apparently, we are a 'cute couple' Davy." Micky did little air quotes as he laughed it off.

Davy grinned, feeling a little bit better about the day now.

"I think they're just gonna think I'm dating every guy friend I have. I'm afraid they are a little clueless about this whole...me being gay thing." Micky hopped off the hood and finally went round to get inside.

He looked at Davy, who shrugged as if to say 'What are you gonna do?'. So he smiled back at him. "You have to admit. We would be a cute couple." Micky gave him a tiny wink before pulling off the curb and driving.

'We would be the hottest couple, no doubt' Davy thought to himself and chuckled under his breath.

Micky considered himself lucky to have Davy, who never seemed bothered or phased by Micky's sexuality. It was stereotypical but most straight guys would rather die, it seemed, than have a guy playfully flirt with them. And Micky was glad that Davy was an exception to that stereotype.

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Micky stood on his tip-toes (though there was no need) as he shoved his books into his locker. His shirt riding up as he stretched his arms and Davy found himself paying too much attention to the small peek of skin just above his hipbone.

Micky flattened his feet and twirled to face Davy who put on a grin, handing over his books. "Can you put these in your locker? Mine's too far." He shook them with a pleading face and Micky rolled his eyes before doing as he asked.

The boys separated shortly after that when the bell rang. Micky hung his glasses from the collar of his shirt and knocked his locker shut with his elbow. He shoved his earbuds into his ear and grinned.

He couldn't lie, he did feel a little cool every morning when he strolled down the hall to whatever song he was obsessed with that week. And he was happy to start off the next school year the same way.