back to basics
"Yo! I'm outside. Let's go."
He sounds detached, impatient, but I hang up with a bright, "Be down in a sec," and grab boots, shirt, keys, head out the door, canter down the four flights of stairs. Davy is waiting for me on the bench. I stare at him for a second, admiring the lamplight halo around his mouse-brown hair. "It's nice tonight," I offer. And it is. Almost eleven-thirty but it felt like a sparkling June dawn in the Carolinas.
"Yeah I know, I should've worn something under this." He tugs impatiently on his sweater.
We start walking down the road to Jack's apartment, taking our sweet time. I start feeling giddy, having him in such close proximity. This is Davy's first night back on campus in three days. We'd argued before he left; we didn't speak while he was gone. I wait for the question. Davy always asks the important questions.
"We're okay, right?"
I cast a sideways glance. He's smiling slightly, so I know we are. But I won't let him off that easily. I try to keep my voice flat, pensive. "I don't know. Are we?"
He holds my gaze. I swear, sometimes it's just the way he looks at me. There is a soft knot in my belly. He drops his head a little, so I look down at his hands. They're in his pockets, no doubt making fists. A car passes and as I'm blinking away the bright headlights, Davy wraps an arm around my waist. He sighs loudly.
I can't help it. I start laughing.
"You're nuts," he says, and kisses me.
He sounds detached, impatient, but I hang up with a bright, "Be down in a sec," and grab boots, shirt, keys, head out the door, canter down the four flights of stairs. Davy is waiting for me on the bench. I stare at him for a second, admiring the lamplight halo around his mouse-brown hair. "It's nice tonight," I offer. And it is. Almost eleven-thirty but it felt like a sparkling June dawn in the Carolinas.
"Yeah I know, I should've worn something under this." He tugs impatiently on his sweater.
We start walking down the road to Jack's apartment, taking our sweet time. I start feeling giddy, having him in such close proximity. This is Davy's first night back on campus in three days. We'd argued before he left; we didn't speak while he was gone. I wait for the question. Davy always asks the important questions.
"We're okay, right?"
I cast a sideways glance. He's smiling slightly, so I know we are. But I won't let him off that easily. I try to keep my voice flat, pensive. "I don't know. Are we?"
He holds my gaze. I swear, sometimes it's just the way he looks at me. There is a soft knot in my belly. He drops his head a little, so I look down at his hands. They're in his pockets, no doubt making fists. A car passes and as I'm blinking away the bright headlights, Davy wraps an arm around my waist. He sighs loudly.
I can't help it. I start laughing.
"You're nuts," he says, and kisses me.