𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 | 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖

CHAPTER EIGHT: love is strangehow do you call your loverboy? Come here, lover boy!

That night Davey and his sister were sat in the cabin while their family went to dinner, Sarah was eager to get the costumes ready as soon as possible while Davey didn't want to suffer another meal being actively ignored by his father, so he stayed behind. He wasn't that hungry anyway.

"I've decided to go all the way with Oscar" Sarah speaks out, knocking Davey's attention away from his book and towards her. She sat, eyes still down at her sewing.

"No, no, Sarah, not with someone like him" Davey pleads, sitting up from his reclined position across the span of the sofa, his long body taking up the whole space.

"Do you think that if we came back here for our ten year anniversary, it would be free?" She wistfully asks, ignoring Davey's comment and still not meeting his eyes.

"It's just wrong this way, Saz, it should be someone who you sort of love. He's a jerk and you could do so much better"

"Oh come on" Sarah now scoffs, turning to fully face Davey, her tone full of venom "You don't care about me. You wouldn't care if I humped an entire army...just as long as we were on the right side of the Ho Chi Minh Trail. You don't know shit about me anymore, and you sure as hell don't know anything about Oscar, so you can keep your nose out of that right now" Davey was taken aback at his sister's snarling tone that matched mean words, he cared deeply for her, did he not show it enough? He so desperately wanted to shout about Oscar's disgusting behaviour, but he couldn't without dropping Smalls in it.

"What you care about is the fact that you're not Dad's favourite anymore...He listens when Les and I talk now and you simply hate that..."

She turns back to her sewing and Davey is dumbfounded. Had Sarah always felt this resentment towards him?

"Just be careful. I do care about you...no matter how much you hate me" he mumbles before excusing himself to his room, his book long forgotten, where he most definitely doesn't spend the rest of the night under his bedsheets trying to control his breathing and put a stop to an impending panic attack.

When his parents return from dinner, they don't check on him like they would've done before and Davey's chest feels hollow. Les doesn't even poke him to see if he's still awake, his entire family ignores him and grows more accustomed to having him leave the house without the need for an explanation.

Maybe this vacation would be more enjoyable if it was just the four of them

The next morning, Davey doesn't join his family for breakfast and doesn't offer an explanation. Instead, he meets up with Spot to check in on Smalls, who is now out and about looking healthier than ever with very little pain. Before walking over to Jack's empty studio to goof off to 'Love is Strange' by Mickey and Sylvia because God knows, he needs some fun.

"One, two, three, cha-cha-cha" Davey teases in a strict dance teacher voice, guiding a dopey and smiley Jack around the empty floor. Sunlight streamed through open windows, thin white curtains weaving forwards and back on a gentle breeze. Immediately, Davey felt freer, the fact that he was in here with Jack was just a bonus. "My frame, where is my pleasing arc?"

Jack tugged Davey closer and ran his palms down the span of his lithe body, "Spaghetti arms! Would you give me some tension, please?" Jack kisses his neck

"Could you give me some tension please?" Davey playfully huffs, pushing Jack back and holding out his arms, "This is my dance space, that's yours. Let's cha-cha"