Teeth (BxM)

Bowie and Barf

"You'd figure they'd get tired of singing," Trey said a little annoyed.

I honestly didn't have the energy to answer him. If I had to listen to another stanza of 'Father Abraham', I was going to scream. It was bearable the first two hundred miles, and I mean it wasn't the only song they'd been singing. But you gotta admit, there's a dang limit.

"C'mon guys and gals!! Let's sing like the Lord is listening!!", one of the counselors shouted. I groaned internally not wanting to seem rude.

"Isn't 'The Lord' always listening?? Omnipresent and all that jazz??", Kraig whispered leaning toward me.

"Apparently not right now. And I can hardly blame him," I said, huffing. Now, I had nothing against bible thumpers as long as they kept my lifestyle out of it. I mean, yeah I get it; All fags burn in Hell because we're sodomites yada yada yada...

Funny thing is, sodomy isn't just a gay thing. Sodomy is basically any sex that isn't vaginal, which is really not my thing. So you could consider me a very happy sodomite.

All this singing however was kinda starting to take the cake with what I tolerated on a norm. Not to mention the little incident one of the younger campers had in the back of the bus.

He had ever so delightfully threw up the contents of his breakfast and had the whole bus smelling slightly of puke. I had a pretty sensitive nose, so you could imagine that between the stench and the raucous singing that I was not a happy camper.

Heh.

And I can safely say I wasn't the only one, not including Kraig and Trey. There were other campers that had crouched down into their seats to escape the sounds of the ever joyous choir. I doubted it did much against the stink though.

I looked around the bus at the scattered kindred spirits of mutual annoyance when my eyes locked onto a set of blue ones from behind the back of one of the bus' seats.

Blond hair fell in thin locks as he stared back at me. I looked away to break eye contact; it's kinda weird and really awkward to hold it when you're total strangers. Honestly, though it was a little weird I couldn't help the feeling of excitement that seemed to strike my chest, but I'm sure he'll stop looking by now.

I look again and almost widen my eyes in surprise.

He's still staring.

I see his eyes dart to the side then back at me. I look where he's looking and realize he's indicating to the camp counselor that is leading the all annoying sing along. 

I look back at him and see that he's raised his hand to his head in the form of a gun. His thumb cocks and he pretends to shoot himself in the head, rolling his eyes back in exaggeration. I couldn't help the giggle that escapes my lips.

"What's funny Ethan??", Trey asks looking back toward me and Kraig. Kraig was busy listening to his music. Out of the three of us he had been the only smart one to bring his earphones.

"Huh"?, I answer glancing at Trey. I look back to the blond haired boy to find that he had ducked back down into his seat. I pout a little in disappointment.

"Nothing, the song is just kinda funny now I guess."

"Cuz they're practically praising a man-whore??"

I snicker to myself.

"Abraham was NOT a man-whore", Kraig said to Trey. Wow, he must have had his music low. "He just had many sons".

Trey looks at Kraig and shrugs.

"Whatever, Imma just take a nap then. If I can," Kraig adds with an eye roll before pulling on his hoodie and tugging both of the strings.

I shrug too and crouch lower into my seat.

"Wanna listen??", Kraig asks, offering one of his ear pieces. I take it simultaneously asking him what he's listening to.

"Life on Mars, by David Bowie. It kinda hypes me up I guess. Almost like a spiritual pick-me-up."

"I getchu", I tell him. Kraig's got a pretty diverse taste in music. I honestly only ever listened to rock bands and neo-gothic metal before Kraig introduced me to different artists.
Lana Del Rey and Cigarettes after Sex started to sound as appealing to me as System of a Down and Evanescence. I had actually noticed however that Kraig listened to a lot of music that was usually slow or depressing. He didn't illustrate much of his life at home to either me or Trey, but we never really pushed him. 

I remember when Trey had suggested that we should all hang at Kraig's house for once at one point, but he'd just avoided the comment as if it hadn't even been said. I pulled Trey aside when Kraig left the room to get something and told him to drop it and not bring it up again. I had noticed Kraig's demeanor drop at the mention of home.

I'm not one to pry into the lives of my friends, and I don't know if that makes me a bad friend, but I believe that if Kraig was ever ready to talk, he'd tell us what was wrong....

"Hey, earth to Ethan, you good dude??"

"Hm?" I'd just noticed that I'd been glancing at Kraig for too long.

"Am I that pretty Ethy-poo??", he said batting his lashes and wiggling his eyebrows. I snorted and just shoved the earbud to my ear. He chuckled in turn and twisted his head toward the window of the bus.

I glanced forward to where I saw the blond haired boy sitting, but he didn't look back again. I sighed and turned my head to watch  the passing green haze of the forest with Kraig.

The woods whipped behind us as Bowie sang somberly about the girl with the mousey hair.

Her mommy was yelling no. 

And her daddy had told her to go.

Wwwoooooo, see this is where it's easy and the words are just pouring out. I'm honestly thrilled that it actually has gotten read, AT ALL. Like, I'm kinda psyched. XD Anywho, thank you guys for reading, and I promise more to come. Don't be afraid to comment mah chickidees!! Love you :^)