Glory Days

More Than A Feeling

Micky ran his hand through his hair, feeling through the soft curls. He found that he did that more and more, especially when he was nervous. The heat was getting almost unbearable. So he shed his jean jacket with a little disappointment. He'd been a little excited to wear it with the new pins he had stuck on that morning. It sunk down to sit at his forearms and pool around his hips as he sat on the warm hood of his car. Just as he raised his wrist to wipe a bead of sweat, Davy stuck out his arm and shook a water bottle.

Micky gratefully swiped it and flipped the little straw out to sip at it. Once he felt hydrated enough, he turned to his friend. "Happy Friday." He smiled, the water sitting in the corners of his grin. Davy rolled his eyes as he flipped through some textbook.

"Happy Friday. How was your morning?" Davy asked. The two of them had elected to go sit on Micky's car instead of hover at their lockers. They had more time before class than usual. When Micky just shrugged, Davy felt he was supposed to bite. "Something on your mind, Micky?" He closed his textbook and looked up at his friend.

Micky perked up, just as Davy had suspected he might, and smiled. "I know you said you didn't wanna go but I asked my dad and he said I could go to the party. And c'mon, man. I think it'll be fun." Micky was already rushing to defend his statement, knowing Davy well enough.

Davy didn't look happy, he narrowed his eyes and frowned.

"Tell me you're just squinting at the sun...." Micky pleaded in joking manner, looking behind him momentarily at the shinning sun but Davy didn't chuckle. Micky instantly deflated with his signature sigh. Davy seemed to take that as a win, hoping he'd drop it but Micky suddenly felt annoyed as his friend shifted through his book again.

"I'm going whether you go or not, Davy."

Davy snapped back up with a look of anger and a little bit of hurt that Micky didn't really notice. "That party isn't going to be any fun, you said we could do something else instead." He frowned, remembering what Micky had said before.

"I know but...I really wanna go. Samantha said it's gonna be really fun and I've decided that I'm going." Micky shrugged, looking painfully confident in his choice. Davy felt irritation grow within himself. Micky usually listened to him on these sort of things. Sure Micky was outgoing but he never liked to go to parties by himself.

"I don't care Micky. You can go if you want." He said bitterly, flipping to random pages in his book just to look disinterested. He heard Micky's annoyed sigh as he slid off his car hood, slinging his new book-bag on his back. He was making a show of his passive aggressive attitude, Davy could tell. "Really, Micky. I don't care. You can go, I'm not mad. I don't need to go everywhere with you." Davy shrugged, kind of hoping that might trigger something in Micky.

"By the way, we're doing something cool in gym so you don't need to get me today." Davy added just to make some point. Micky frowned.

"What are you doing that's better than hanging out with me?" Micky tried to make a joke to lighten the ruined mood but Davy just slid off the car with his own books.

"Hurdles." Davy pursed his lips with a smug tone in his voice before turning and walking off to the school doors.

"But you hate running with hurdles!" Micky shouted after him, the early morning air caressing him. When Davy didn't answer, he just hunched back and pouted to himself for a minute. Micky shifted his weight to his other leg and let out an aggravated sigh. For a moment, he considered dropping the idea himself and watching some movie at Davy's or something. But he really wanted to go so he pushed that idea away and then he took off towards the doors himself, looking forward to chemistry.