“I’m sorry.” I muttered weakly. “I think I need to eat something.”
“You definitely need somethin’.” His response was smug and I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance.
“It’s always got to be about that with you.”
He shrugged and gave me a look, playing at ignorance. “No idea what you’re talkin’ about.” His eyes resembled the moon. In fact, his pupils were so big that I could see its entirety reflected in them. There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to watch Johnny’s pupils grow. It meant that he loved me, if only for a moment. But all the same, I knew what came with that love.
We stood there staring at each other, our eyes penetrating the other’s like the way David Aames beheld Sofia in Vanilla Sky. I was sure in that moment there was nothing that could have broken our silence, until someone decided to smash it the only way that it possibly could have been.
“Fucking faggots!” a voice stung my ears. My vanilla sky fell hard like an avalanche, and I was very aware that we were still surrounded by a crowd of bustling strangers. The instigator was a stupid college kid with his rag-tag group of loyal butt-buddies. He was wearing a UMASS letterman jacket. I knew it- some steroid-shooting varsity jackass.
What’s with that comb-over? You’re calling me a faggot? They had just walked the opposite way past us and were only a few feet behind when Johnny’s focus broke from me. His eyes narrowed and his pupils grew even larger. I knew what was going to happen.