All It Is, Is Just A Name

Missy
Pet A Puppy

I glanced over at the other end of the couch for the thousandth time tonight just to see Skye and Grey in the exact same position they were two minutes ago, which was the last time I looked in their direction.

Gosh darn it! Their just so effin’ cute they make me wanna pet a puppy. Pouting I turned to Mike, batting my eyelashes over exaggeratedly, making him crack a smile before I spoke, “Mikey won’t you be my puppy dog?” He tried to hold back a chuckle, “What?”

Using my slightly annoyed voice, “I said, Won’t you be my puppy dog?” Mikey nodded and mumbled, “I thought so…”

I poked his arm making him focus back on me, “So how about it Mikey? Will you be my puppy?”

“Babe, you can call me whatever you want and you know how open-minded I am about what we do in be-” I flicked his nose growling his name in a way which made his eyes widen, “Sorry, sorry. I forgot you don’t like it when I mention our s-”

“Mikey, what is wrong with you?! We’re in public. Now just answer the damn question, you’re wearing off my petting mood.” I said in something close to a stage whisper.

Looking confused but willing he said, “Yeah, Miss you know I’ll be your puppy dog.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the end making me want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. Sighing I glanced back over at Skye && Grey. My puppy petting mood is back.

Grey had one arm around Skye’s shoulders pulling him into his side while his free hand was resting on top of one of Skye's. Skye was attempting, and failing frequently, to peek up at Grey when he thought the coast was clear. Of course once Grey realized Skye was looking at him he simply stared right back leaving Skye blushing but still kept their gazes locked. I couldn’t help but grin, they make such a pretty picture, ya know?

I remember those days of Mike and I staring at each other and sharing secret smiles every now and again. Still do yet we both now do it blatantly; Me because Who cares? and Mike because he's...blunt.

“Hey, puppy.” I said looking back at Mike’s relaxed form snuggled next to me.

“Huh, Miss?” He answered turning his eyes away from the screen.

“Lay your head in my lap.” Speaking while I was already scooting down the couch so he could spread out. He did as I asked and I began to run my fingers through his hair loving the soft texture as it slipped through the spaces between my fingers. Though probably not as much as I loved the sounds of contentment coming from Mikey as I twiddled with his long ebony locks.

I went back to watching the movie and of course occasionally sneaking glances at the totally oblivious pair of lovesick teenagers at the end of my couch. Well Mike’s and me’s sofa, which basically equals my couch.

Grey
To The Beautiful & Unashamed

Paisley, Daisy and Valen had just left a few minutes ago. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you what the movie we’d watched was about. Though the whole point of getting together, besides just to have fun, was to watch some new-ish movie that came out. Can you really blame me for paying more attention to the now sleeping boy in my arms than some plot-less action film?

“Hey, Miss. I’m just gonna take him home.” Adopting Mike’s nickname for Marissa.

“Oh. Yeah sure…” She winked at me before slipping through a darkened doorway with Mike in tow.

They go good together…I wonder how Skye and I look when he‘s in my arms like that.

I really liked Skye’s friends, and I’m so glad we got on well. He said he’d just met them this past week but they’d instantly clicked and had gotten to know each other surprisingly well for such a short amount of time. Yet what’s time have to do with friendship?; it's just like what does age have to do with love? Exactly, nothing. Anyways, I need to get Skye home, he has a soccer match tomorrow.

I adjusted him in my arms so that his head rested further up on to my shoulder. He’d fallen asleep just at the beginning of the second movie and ended up lying in my lap hugging me like his own teddy bear. Not that I minded. I finagled the door handle and managed to unlock it and let it swing close behind me without disturbing Skye too much. Goosebumps rose on his arms at the cool Spring air, it was ten past eleven and nearly pitch black. Stumbling blindly down the stair case, thank god Mike & Miss only live on the second floor, I reached the sidewalk and lent against the side of the apartment complex to get my breath back. I may be fit but not that fit.

Another gust of wind blew by chilling me and sending Skye’s hair swirling around his face, jolting slightly he shook his head and opened his eyes. Somehow sliding from my arms before I had a chance to put him down myself but we stood just as close as we had in the parking lot earlier today. “Hi, Grey.” Skye grinned, reached for my hand which I willingly gave to him and sluggishly but with increasing awareness tugged me in the direction of the car. Two minutes later, at the opposite end of the parking lot, yawning while trying to dig his car keys out of his front pocket he let go of my hand. Yet as soon as I saw him fumbling to get the door open I quickly crossed over to his side of the car and unlocked it for him. After which he thanked me and got into the car. After which I feinted as to shut the door for him, then siding to slide in next to him. Ultimately resulting with a confounded Skye half-way in the passenger’s seat and me with the keys already in the ignition.

We both buckled up and I drove us home. Not to my surprise, Skye was asleep again when we finally pulled into his drive way twenty minutes later. Smiling inwardly at another chance to be close to him I lean over his sleeping form to unlock the door. After I’d locked the driver’s side and had the passenger’s side door open, I pushed down the manual lock before picking up Skye for the second time tonight, and kicked the door shut as quietly as I could. Despite my efforts he stirred again looking up at me with half-lidded eyes. “We home?” He asked in a sleepy voice. I nodded and walked us all the way to the front door.

Shit. “I can't open the door.” Skye simply grunted lifting his head off of my shoulder and then sliding out of my grasp landing agilely as a cat. Okay, a really sleepy cat but still he was surprisingly graceful. He pulled the keys from my hands and unlocked the door before walking inside. After re-locking the door I followed silently behind him as he headed for the kitchen, replacing the keys to their home on a nail in the wall.

He then turned and headed for the stairs that led to the bedrooms upstairs. I better get out to my car and drive back to the hotel. Though I'd like to just crash on the couch or on the floor of Skye's room I won't ask. I really wanna take this as slowly as possible, I don't wanna push it.