I don't really remember driving Danny back home, and frankly, it's a miracle we're still alive.
When I wake up the next morning, I feel a warm body pressed against mine, his familiar form so close. I hum quietly and bury my head in the nape of his neck, keeping my eyes shut tightly.
"I ran away, Damien. I'm not fucking going back there. I wanna stay here." The memory of his slow words pulls my lips up in a smile. We never officially went out, but it was always enough for me. I mean, you can't officially go out with someone of the same gender in this place; you'd be ripped to shreds. I plant a small kiss on whatever part of him happens to be beneath my lips and he stirs, rolling over in my arms. He cracks open one eye and smiles at me.
"So good to be back," he murmurs, "skip school today." I nod. I don't think I was planning on going in anyways.
After a few hours of just lying there half asleep and snuggling, we drag our asses into the shower together. We go more hugging than washing, to be honest. I've missed this so much. It's not like we could do this with Cancer around, and then his parents had to drag him off to another state, half way across America. But he was here now.
I wonder if Danny guessed last night. In fact, I don't even know if he had a good time. Probably woulda been better for him if he'd had a violin and some weed in him. But there you go.
When we finally go downstairs, mom's waiting with French toast and fresh OJ. I might be a bitch to her sometimes, but you can't say she doesn't try. Phil thanks her and tucks in, but I'm too busy wondering what the unimpressed look on her face is for.
"Y'know that new kid you went out with last night?" I nod, "he just got suspended from school. Already!" she tuts, fussing around as Phil makes a mess of her shiny clean breakfast bar.
"What'd he do?" I ask through a mouthful of toast.
"He beat up that Josh guy. Broke his leg!"
"So?" she turns around and shoots me a sharp glare. How dare I be so nonchalant about the school bully being given a taste of his own medicine? "He's had it coming to him for a long time," I shrug and she gives me this disgusted look. Sure. Like you've never seen the bruises that asshole's given me. In fact I think the best one I remember, was the stitches he made me need a few years back, and you have to drag me to the ER and get your little baby patched up.
"Josh Quinn?" Phil enquires. Mom nods.
"That's the one."
"Yeah, Damien's right. He deserved it. School kids will remember this day. Might even become a school holiday."
"Alright, young man, that's enough lip from both of you. He's very badly hurt and all you two can do is say just how fantastic that is," she scowls as she whips our plates from us the moment we're done eating, saying nothing more on the matter. I look up at him and smile.
"Park?" he nods, returning my smile and we get up, walking out of the door like normal people. We walk down the road like normal people. Once we're out of sight of the house, I take a running leap at Phil, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly and burying my head back in the nape of his neck.