Sure, it had seemed like just another ordinary first day of school, nothing to see here yah know...albeit first day of SENIOR YEAR, and everyone was excited. Sort of. Seeing the guys and the "others" you hadn't seen in, ohhhhh, 24 hours or so cause precious few had gone anywhere during the summer. Yep, just another day at Black Spot of Death High School, and then it was over and none too soon or so Jake thought.
Yep, as he meandered at breakneck speed to his locker to gather his precious belongings (homework) and a light jacket and head to the 'rents abode. Yup, nothing amiss or out of the normality realm. Nothing. NAWT A THANG, and then...
Dylan appeared and all hell broke loose...
INSIDE Jake.
He couldn't explain it nor did he even attempt to try. He just knew this was something VERY different from what his shallow sheltered existence had produced up to now. It seemed almost cataclysmic or would have if his brain wasn't in meltdown and his emotions in gridlock. He didn't know whether he was coming or going and to be truthful he didn't much care. Here he was, headed home with the MOST BODACIOUS DUDE HE HAD EVER SEEN on his arm, or holding hands or something and he was beside himself. This might have been a good time to slip into a diaper but Jake was never much for foresight. NO SHIT.
(GOOD THING).
Dylan and Jake walked to the exit doors and then out to the student parking lot, and frankly he didn't give a fuck if anyone saw or not. For his part Dylan seemed totally oblivious that he was still holding Jake's hand. But was he? Hmmm.
"Oh God," Jake suddenly mumbled.
"What?" Dylan replied.
"Crap. I just remembered my car is in for service." He was also forgetting his mother was supposed to pick him up, but hey. This was even better, or he definitely would have thought that if he had remembered which he did not and oh well...
"Kewl. You can ride with me then," and Jake got steered over to an obviously brand new Beemer convertible. Black with a black top. He damned near swooned and...you know the drill.
Dylan held his door for him, and slowly releasing Jake's hand closed the passenger door behind Jake...rushing around to the drivers side as if he thought that if he didn't Jake would bolt and run, Yeh, like that was likely to happen. Jake was so paralyzed with emotions he barely got his seat belt fastened.
Dylan got directions which were pretty simple and as they say away they went. He had also put down the top and it was a breezy day so the notion of (relatively long) hair in place was not really likely.
Quiet at first, then Dylan asked what kind of car Jake had and he answered...
"Mercedes convertible, got it in January."
"Kewl. What color?
"Candy apple red, white top."
"Sounds pretty. Just like the guy driving it."
That was when he KNEW he wasn't conning himself. Dylan was coming on to him. OK, fair enough. I'll just play along until the first kid is born and almost burst into a giggle fit.
In less than fifteen minutes they were at Jake's house and parked in front of the garage. Dylan grabbed Jake's hand, and said wait...and then bolted out of the car and around to open Jake's door which threw Jake into a spasm of WHOA and glee...and unanticipated surprise.
Jake's mom, Ann, was just coming out of the house as they pulled up and parked and when she saw the two of them smiled.
"Oh honey, I am sorry to be late. So much to do, and she smiled a 'knowing' smile. BUT I see you got home ok."
"You betchy."
"Afternoon, Mrs...uh..." Dylan started.
"I'm Dylan."
"Whew," thought Jake. "He doesn't even know my last name (McCandless) and here we are engaged and shit," and that did propel him close to gigglesville.
"Sorry, gotta run but nice meet you Dylan. Hope to see you soon."
"You can count on it."
Not knowing what to do with that little tidbit, Ann left and left Jake also completely empty-mouthed. Standing beside the considerably taller Dylan, he looked over and up.
"NICE TOUCH TO MY OUTFIT," and this time he did emit a small giggle, as then so did Dylan as if he knew what Jake was thinking. Time would tell.
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