Peter lie awake in bed. Davy wasn't home yet from a date and Peter could never sleep unless he was home. He wanted to make sure that Davy got home okay. There were enough unfortunate incidents that occurred for Peter to be concerned. The time wasn't alarming but better safe than sorry.
He let himself drift into another fantasy. The door silently crept open and a defeated looking Davy entered. Peter sat up and asked his dearest friend what was wrong. His voice dripping with concern and tenderness. Davy confided in him that things were never going to work out with any of these girls and it was no use. Peter's breath caught in his chest as he tried to keep down his eagerness and ask Davy why not. Davy began to move closer to Peter and told him that he was in love with someone else. Their faces were inches apart…
The door opened for real this time and a rather upbeat Davy came trotting in. Davy flicked on the lights and Peter was better able to take in the sight of him. He was wearing a dark blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a pair of his signature tight black pants that left little to the imagination. Of course his hair was still combed to perfection and Peter could still subtly smell his Black Label cologne wafting across the room.
Davy's movements were slow and calculated. Peter was drinking in every ounce of watching him try to move steadily as to not wake up Peter. Davy turned around and jumped with a startle at Peter's eyes on him. He placed a hand on his chest as though it would slow down the slightly enhanced breathing.
"Don't do that! I had no idea you were awake. What are you still doing up?"
"You woke me up when you came in," Peter lied.
Davy looked him skeptically, "You don't even close to look like I've roused you from sleep."
"I don't know what to tell you," Peter answered and changed the subject. "Late night, huh?"
"What time is it?" Davy asked peeking at his watch and smirked. "Oh yeah, I guess so."
"Must've been one hell of a date."
"Sure was. That Daisy is something else."
"You're dating someone named Daisy?" Peter inquired with confusion.
"Yeah, what's with the face?" Davy said gesturing at Peter.
"Davy and Daisy," Peter deadpanned.
Davy stood for a moment contemplating how those names sounded together. "Huh, I never realized that they were so similar," he shrugged.
Peter really didn't want to know more about Davy's dating exploits, because as far as he was concerned if he didn't know then it didn't happen. On the other hand, if he did know it would help him gage if Davy would be single again. Not that Peter thought he had a shot, but for his sake single Davy was better than taken Davy. He fought this over in his mind and before he knew it question came out, "What makes her 'something else'?"
Davy sat down on the edge of his own bed and shook his head before making eye contact with Peter. "I'm so in love."
Peter rolled his eyes, "No kidding! That's your M.O."
Davy chuckled. "No, no. This is different. I think I've finally got it right."
"How can you be so sure?"
"It's just a feeling. Haven't you ever done or had anything and you just knew?"
More than he knows, Peter thought. He experienced such intense feelings that it was affecting his day to day life. He had difficulty focusing and didn't even notice anyone else around in Davy's presence. Peter could barely catch his breath because Davy took his breath away. Words escaped him. He couldn't get his thoughts straight to have an intelligible conversation. Although, it is difficult to carry a conversation when someone's taking your breath away anyway.
Peter realized that he had been thinking about that for too long because Davy was staring at him expectantly. He forced a fake smile so Davy wouldn't see the mixture of hurt and longing that he was feeling.
"I guess I knew that music was for me. It was this intuition, like I couldn't live without it. When it's there I feel whole and there's no better feeling in the world. Without it I'm alone."
"See then you know," Davy said as he pulled himself backward onto his own bed and made himself comfortable. "Sweet dreams, Peter."
Peter didn't answer and continued to lie awake staring at the dark, black ceiling. Of course the term music was code for the secret yearning for Davy. He wondered if Davy knew that he was all Peter thought about before he went to sleep. How would he even react to that kind of information? Peter snuggled into his bed deeper. He needed to put his thoughts and images of Davy away for now so maybe he could actually get some sleep tonight.
