Part of it was her legs. Never in his 13 years of life has he ever been so entranced by someone's legs. Lacey's were longer than most girls her age, and a warm brown color. Since the temperature had dropped considerably in the last few weeks, she had taken to covering them in socks that went up to her thighs. Sometimes she would pick socks that were loud colors like blues and oranges, but his favorite were the solid black ones. When she wore them Danny couldn't help but wonder what the patch of skin between her bottoms and the socks felt like. Was it as warm as it looked?
He and Lacey had been friends since they were six years old and he had never gotten in trouble for touching her, but something about that patch of skin seemed dangerous and forbidden. It made his throat dry and held his attention better than his father during a soccer discussion.
The other part is sticky and contained in a small cylinder tube. It's usually some shade of pink and she rolls it onto her lips through out the day. When he asked Jo what it was, she told him it was lip gloss. Apparently Lacey got them on a recent mall trip with Judy and her aunt. The lip gloss made her look older and more mature. A little like the women who cover his mother's favorite magazines.
The lip gloss along with the socks make Danny want something odd. Something a little strange that he had never wanted before. It made him want to send Lacey notes in the middle of class so he could see if she would smile back at him after reading it, or sit closer to her on the bus ride home. It made him want to make passes and score goals during soccer games so he could look over and see how proud she was of him for playing so well.
He had even started having dreams.
In the dreams Lacey would always wear a very pretty cream skirt and those damn socks. They would start out simple enough, but not long after he would find his arms around her waist and his mouth pressed against her moist bubblegum pink tinted lips. In the dreams the gloss taste like candy and he can't get enough of trailing his tongue along the seam of her mouth. Her hands would end up around his neck, and then the dream was over and Danny wakes up sweaty and …uncomfortable.
He had learned that those kind of dreams were normal for a boy his age. His father said it was all a part of turning into a teenager, and most of the other boys in his classes were probably having them too.
He also learned that his body's reaction to these sort of dreams were normal as well. Some of this he learned in school, but a lot of the discussion was brought forth after Danny's parents noticed he was washing his sheets for the fourth time in five days. This prompted his father into taking him for a drive and explaining puberty to him. It was embarrassing for the both of them, and Danny couldn't help but feel shame.
When his father tried to get him to respond more, he told him about the socks and the lip gloss and about his confusion when it came to Lacey. His father pulled into Mcnally park parking lot and told him that Lacey along with the other girls was turning into a teenager . That both boys and girls go through changes and that those changes have an affect on the other kids too.
When he asked him what to do about the confusion, his father's advice was less than satisfactory. He told Danny to tell her about his feelings. Let her know before someone else does. He told him that's the way these things work and that pretty girls often caught the eyes of more than just one boy.
The thought of Lacey spending time with another boy was almost as unsettling as the idea of him telling her about the changes in his body. He decided in that moment to maybe try and talk to his mother about it, because he honestly couldn't see anything but disaster if he told Lacey about his filthy sheets problem.
Author's Note:
I really wanted to upload one for each of the trio members, but I'm struggling with Lacey's chapter. It's coming, but I need to work with it more. I love Lacey so I think I might be a bit over critical, but Danny's was a pain in the ass too so..