Glitter and Hate

Wake Up!

"Wake up!" Dyson shouted as he jumped onto Caleb's bed and Caleb himself.

"Omph!" Caleb grunted. "What the hell?"

"Come on. We don't have time for your complaining. Get up." Dyson said with a huge grin. He was lying across Caleb and had his elbows resting somewhat painfully on Caleb's arms. Caleb looked up at Dyson.

"You have polka-dotted hair," Caleb mentioned.

"Right you are, pretty boy." Dyson leaned his head down so Caleb could see it better before rolling off of him and onto the other side of the bed. "I figured it was what the occasion needed."

"What occasion?" Caleb asked, trying to think if there was something that he was missing. Was it Dyson's birthday? Was it his? No and no.

"Honestly?" Dyson clicked his tongue at his best friend. "I am disappointed. You're better than to walk right into a stereotype."

"It's too early for your metaphors or whatever the hell you're talking about right now." Caleb groaned.

"I'm talking about the fact that you forgot our best friend anniversary. We met exactly eight years ago today, down to the very hour. It would have been minute, but I forgot how much you enjoy your beauty sleep." Dyson sprang up from the bed and bounced on his feet twice before turning back to Caleb.

"We met in January. It's September." Caleb said, confused.

"Awe, so you do remember." Dyson chuckled and touched his brightly colored hair feeling slightly guilty.

"I'm going back to sleep." Caleb covered his head with the covers and turned onto his side facing the wall.

"No. No. No. You may have passed the test but today isn't over. Up and at 'em my friend." Dyson yanked the covers off Caleb's bed.

"Come on!" Caleb whined. "It's the last day before our senior year begins and I want to sleep!"

"We are too young and amazing to waste our time sleeping."

"It's not a waste when it's something you love."

"Please?" Dyson stuck out his lip and fluttered his eyelashes.

"Fine. You're lucky you're cu- um, ah, cool." Caleb froze in the middle of sitting up and his cheeks turned darker than the crimson polka dots on Dyson's hair.

"Right." Dyson smiled at him in a way that made him wonder if he knew that Caleb was going to say something other than cool. "Now, grab your swimsuit. I'll be waiting in your car." Dyson grabbed the keys to Caleb's car and climbed out of the window.

"You could use the front door," Caleb said, only sort of recovered from his near verbal slip.

"And what fun is that?" Dyson disappeared on the roof. "I'm not the clumsy one."

"Not all of us can have your insane dexterity!" Caleb called after him.

"Actually most people do, you're just extremely clumsy." Dyson sang back. "Now hurry up. This cutie won't wait forever."

Caleb smacked his forehead. "I am an idiot. He probably thinks I'm a freak. You're lucky you're cute!? Cute? That is the dumbest word. I don't even use that in normal conversation. Why did I almost say it? Am I a nine-year-old girl? Where is the swift hand of merciful death when you need it?"

Caleb waited but decided he was stuck among the living when nothing happened. He groaned and got up. "It was because you're half asleep. It's fine. He probably didn't even think anything of it. He calls you pretty boy all the time anyway."