HT100: Challenge 11: One to Grow on:
A sequel to challenge 3
I'm sitting behind Beecher. We're watching a stupid TV game and I can hear him groan all the *right* answers. Cyril's beside me and on my left there's an empty seat but no one's mad enough, suicidal enough to sit there. So I close my eyes, count 10 and Keller strolls in, glances around, then sits down on the vacant chair, his gaze locked on Beecher's nape. I see Beecher straighten, I hear him sigh. Then Keller stretches, his feet on both sides of Beecher's chair. Keller's way to remind him he's still watching out. Like every day.
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But today's different. Keller shaved, he's wearing a new tight dark shirt, looks sexy...
"What's up, K'boy?" I ask.
"I'm dating Beecher again. Thought I had to make myself all pretty!"
He said it out loud, and Beecher turns to us, stunned. Keller tilts his head on the side, smiling, traps Toby's chair between his knees and leans forward.
"Hey, Beech! Wanna be my date?" he whispers. Beecher nods, eyes shining, and I'm about to say something when I hear Murphy yell, "lockdown!"
Christ! Not again! "Who died for that?" I ask Keller. He just smiles and walks away, Beecher at his heels.
I'm sitting behind Beecher. We're watching a stupid TV game and I can hear him groan all the *right* answers. Cyril's beside me and on my left there's an empty seat but no one's mad enough, suicidal enough to sit there. So I close my eyes, count 10 and Keller strolls in, glances around, then sits down on the vacant chair, his gaze locked on Beecher's nape. I see Beecher straighten, I hear him sigh. Then Keller stretches, his feet on both sides of Beecher's chair. Keller's way to remind him he's still watching out. Like every day.
***********
But today's different. Keller shaved, he's wearing a new tight dark shirt, looks sexy...
"What's up, K'boy?" I ask.
"I'm dating Beecher again. Thought I had to make myself all pretty!"
He said it out loud, and Beecher turns to us, stunned. Keller tilts his head on the side, smiling, traps Toby's chair between his knees and leans forward.
"Hey, Beech! Wanna be my date?" he whispers. Beecher nods, eyes shining, and I'm about to say something when I hear Murphy yell, "lockdown!"
Christ! Not again! "Who died for that?" I ask Keller. He just smiles and walks away, Beecher at his heels.