Kid Blink
"Geeziz, Kid, this music is demented!" Mush said, suddenly. "Where'd you get this stuff anyways?" I smirked. The music was loud, rock, demonic...it was my favorite CD. Especially Devil May Cry. Good song, good song.
"Who else? Skittery." Skittery was another of my friends. He lived for downloading music off the computer, whether it was legal or not. The disc switched to track seven, and an odd, lispy voice began speaking. I blushed, slightly, for some reason, as the actual song began to play.
My friend Jerry Vandergrift kissed me in Home Ec. class Later in theafternoon some jarheads in the locker room kicked my ass I said, 'Guys I'm like you; I like Monster Trucks too. Wanna see how many push-ups I can do? I just wish I was queer, so I could get...' Chicks dig guys that are queer Guys that don't dig chicks That don't dig guys like me See, I'm not queer, I'm too ugly!
"Blink...This is the gayest song I have ever heard," Mush said, simply. I smiled, broadly.
"They do that on purpose," I cracked, laughing. "Man, can we stop at a Burger King or something? I'm starving!" I whined, changing the subject.
"There's a Quiznos coming up. That good?" Mush said, nodding toward the exit sign.
"Sounds good tah me."
Me and Mush were driving from our home in Manhattan, New York, on a summer-long roadtrip to visit our best friends.
Jack Kelly was living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with his boyfriend, Davvy Jacobs, where they were studying at a school where Jack was taking singing and dancing, and Davvy was taking public speaking, and was president of the debate team. Racetrack Higgins was living in some town just outside of Las Vegas, where he was studying to be an accountant (yeah, go figure), and spending his free time in the casinos. Spot Conlon was our first stop. He was living in the suburbs just outside of Washington D.C. making a living off being a lobbyist against abortion.
Itey was a professor in Georgia, teaching Italian to an adult night class. Snitch was down there as well, because he couldn't bear to be away from his boyfriend, and was running his own movie theatre and taking Itey's classes on Tuesdays. And Specs and Dutchy were in Florida, running a dance studio.
Mush pulled into an empty space, and we both hopped out and went into Quiznos. We ordered, Mush a low-cal turkey club, me, a meatball sub with everything on it. Mush pulled out his wallet, but I put a hand on top of the open wallet, stopping Mush from pulling out a ten.
"Nu-uh. I'se payin' for dis one," I said, firmly. Mush opened his mouth to protest, but I clamped a hand over his mouth. "You payed for lunch, Mushee. I'se payin' for this," I said, handing the girl some money. She smiled, her eyes never leaving Mush, and I smirked.
Mush is really good-looking. Not that I liked him, but I knew that Mush was good-looking. He had curly, almost-black hair, and chocolate brown eyes that can see right through you and know exactly when you're upset. Plus, he's ripped.
But Mush is so naïve, he wouldn't know someone was lusting after him if they strip-teased for him. Sometimes I wish they would. Muahahahahaha...
"Mmmm...I haven't had a good Quiznos in forever," I said, taking a huge bite. Mush smiled, as the girl walked over to our table, a mug of coffee in her hand. She set it down in front of Mush, blushing and saying it was, 'on the house.'
"She wants your bod," I commented, watching her walk away. Mush sputtered on his coffee, and I waited for him to stop.
"Geeziz, Kid, this music is demented!" Mush said, suddenly. "Where'd you get this stuff anyways?" I smirked. The music was loud, rock, demonic...it was my favorite CD. Especially Devil May Cry. Good song, good song.
"Who else? Skittery." Skittery was another of my friends. He lived for downloading music off the computer, whether it was legal or not. The disc switched to track seven, and an odd, lispy voice began speaking. I blushed, slightly, for some reason, as the actual song began to play.
My friend Jerry Vandergrift kissed me in Home Ec. class Later in theafternoon some jarheads in the locker room kicked my ass I said, 'Guys I'm like you; I like Monster Trucks too. Wanna see how many push-ups I can do? I just wish I was queer, so I could get...' Chicks dig guys that are queer Guys that don't dig chicks That don't dig guys like me See, I'm not queer, I'm too ugly!
"Blink...This is the gayest song I have ever heard," Mush said, simply. I smiled, broadly.
"They do that on purpose," I cracked, laughing. "Man, can we stop at a Burger King or something? I'm starving!" I whined, changing the subject.
"There's a Quiznos coming up. That good?" Mush said, nodding toward the exit sign.
"Sounds good tah me."
Me and Mush were driving from our home in Manhattan, New York, on a summer-long roadtrip to visit our best friends.
Jack Kelly was living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with his boyfriend, Davvy Jacobs, where they were studying at a school where Jack was taking singing and dancing, and Davvy was taking public speaking, and was president of the debate team. Racetrack Higgins was living in some town just outside of Las Vegas, where he was studying to be an accountant (yeah, go figure), and spending his free time in the casinos. Spot Conlon was our first stop. He was living in the suburbs just outside of Washington D.C. making a living off being a lobbyist against abortion.
Itey was a professor in Georgia, teaching Italian to an adult night class. Snitch was down there as well, because he couldn't bear to be away from his boyfriend, and was running his own movie theatre and taking Itey's classes on Tuesdays. And Specs and Dutchy were in Florida, running a dance studio.
Mush pulled into an empty space, and we both hopped out and went into Quiznos. We ordered, Mush a low-cal turkey club, me, a meatball sub with everything on it. Mush pulled out his wallet, but I put a hand on top of the open wallet, stopping Mush from pulling out a ten.
"Nu-uh. I'se payin' for dis one," I said, firmly. Mush opened his mouth to protest, but I clamped a hand over his mouth. "You payed for lunch, Mushee. I'se payin' for this," I said, handing the girl some money. She smiled, her eyes never leaving Mush, and I smirked.
Mush is really good-looking. Not that I liked him, but I knew that Mush was good-looking. He had curly, almost-black hair, and chocolate brown eyes that can see right through you and know exactly when you're upset. Plus, he's ripped.
But Mush is so naïve, he wouldn't know someone was lusting after him if they strip-teased for him. Sometimes I wish they would. Muahahahahaha...
"Mmmm...I haven't had a good Quiznos in forever," I said, taking a huge bite. Mush smiled, as the girl walked over to our table, a mug of coffee in her hand. She set it down in front of Mush, blushing and saying it was, 'on the house.'
"She wants your bod," I commented, watching her walk away. Mush sputtered on his coffee, and I waited for him to stop.
