Page 119 of Driftwood Daffodil

He gave me an exaggerated eye roll. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

How could I not?

“I hope you’re not switching teams on me. Because that would seriously corrupt the balance of our relationship.”

If he suddenly went straight, then I might have to start checking out girls.

“I’m not switching teams.”

“Then why are you looking at my boobs?”

“I can’t help it,” he muttered. “They’re this freaky phenomenon that guys have to stare at.”

Okay but… “You do realize only girls have boobs, right?”

This was the same man who gave me tips for sucking dick–which I would try out one day. Kind of needed someone with a dick first. Provided that said someone didn’t have the last name Mancini, Fiore or whatever the hell Darry’s last name was.

Though I did wonder what Darry would do if I walked up to him and dropped to my knees. He was always so quiet. Would it shock him into normalcy, or make him more mysterious?

“Doesn’t matter,” Memphis shrugged, “There’s just something about boobs.”

Huh, you learn something new every day. Does that mean I have magical powers?

That was an interesting theory. I might have to test it out. Tonight was as good a night as any, and it would help with my goal.

There was purpose behind my look. I was determined to find someone who kissed as good, or better than Gio. He couldn’t be the only one who made my knees weak. Atlee was more of theI need to take three showers because I’m dirty now, kisser. But Gio… I needed to wash his taste out of my mouth.

If that meant I had to make out with the entire football team, then so be it. This would be the last night I thought about Gio Mancini and his soul sucking lips.

I steered my truck down a small dirt road and parked next to a group of vehicles behind some trees. Holding a bonfire this close to the swamp wouldn’t have been my first choice, but theyhad alcohol, so who cared. Besides, I wasn’t about to plan shit. I didn’t have that much school spirit. I barely had school meh.

“Jesus,” Memphis muttered when my muffler shot off a bang causing a group of girls to duck for cover.

Not sure what he was complaining about, I thought this shit was great. There was nothing like seeing a bunch of snooty dressed up girls roll around on the ground.

I peeked over my steering wheel at the spot where they dropped down, “How much mud do you think they got on them?”

“When are you going to get this thing fixed?” Memphis shook his head and opened the door.

“Don’t pick on my truck.” I followed his lead and hopped out onto the grass. “We understand each other.”

“Is that because you’re both broken?”

“No,” I pointed at him then headed down a path to my left. “It’s because we both enjoy a good drink.”

My truck guzzled through gas like I did alcohol.

Memphis skipped up beside me and sighed, “Why do I get the feeling that something bad is about to happen?”

“Because you’re a pessimist. But don’t worry,” I looked over at him and smiled, “I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

I put my friend’s dour mood out of my mind and weaved my way through a patch of Cypress trees. The crackling of a fire combined with music and various voices led the way to a small clearing. There were people everywhere, dancing, and talking while drinking from red solo cups.

It was kind of pretty the way the roaring flames in the center cast a glow over the crowd. Even the SUV where the music was coming from seemed picturesque. Or disturbing? Give everyonerobes and have them chant some eerie phrase, and this would be a very different scenario. One where a virgin might be sacrificed.

“Should I be worried about hidden daggers?

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