Dave Henderson (devotee) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-13 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes |
Who: Dave Henderson and Dylan Hayes.
What: Dylan's eighteenth birthday.
Where: Dylan's apartment.
When: Friday evening.
Warnings: Possible language, drug use and sexuality.
When Dave had found a site on the internet advertising a rainbow of chalk, he couldn't help but buy it for Dylan. Of course, when it had arrived at the Highway, bulking and heavy, Dave had regretted it, as he was the one who would have to lug it to Dylan's apartment. It would be worth it, however, worth it to see the look on Dylan's face when he saw the chalk, when he saw the cake that had taken three tries for Dave to finally bake to perfection. So Dave lifted the chalk, the cake braced between skinny arm and skinnier side, the fresh tattoo on his back twinging and aching as he trudged up the stairs. Once he had reached the top, he had to put down the boxes of chalk, breathing heavily and trying not to notice that his arms felt weaker than they usually did after heavy lifting. It didn't matter. What happened would happen and Dave couldn't do anything about it.
What he could do, however, was pick up the boxes of chalk and make it to Dylan's door, setting them down and placing the cake box on top. Brushing hair away from his eyes, Dave knocked quickly, bouncing up and down slightly on the balls of his feet. Dylan was eighteen - and a tiny part of Dave was thankful that their relationship was finally legal - and they were going to have a good, real birthday celebration, free of thoughts of Marijuana and Heroin and death. There would just be cake, chalk, tattoos, and hopefully, a lot of sex.