Seizing the Day Post Strike

DAVEY'S POV:

I felt pretty good about my audition. At least it wasn't as bad as I expected. On my way home I stopped by Brooklyn. I had to thank Spot for everything he's done. I saw Spot pushing papers in peoples faces.

"Buy a pape you uncultured swine!"

I guess that's one way to sell papes.

"Hey, Spot! Can I talk to you about something?" I said.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Jack told me that you know about...everything. I just wanted to thank you for not telling anyone."

"Of course, man. We gays gotta look out for eachother." He spit on his hand and offered it to me. "Right?"

"I still think that's disgusting..." I hesitantly spit on my hand and shook his. "But I agree."

"It seals the deal. It's nessasary," Spot replied.

I nodded. "If you say so."

One towns person walked by Spot and gave him a dirty look. "You're that gay newsboy from the paper!"

Spot lifted his middle finger. "Damn right I am, now fuck off."

"You're just as rude as I expected..."

"I'm sorry, what made you think I care?" Spot turned back to me as if nothing happened. "You should think about joining the support group."

"What? No. I mean, I want to but I'm not ready to come out, and what would I tell my parents?"

"You could say it's for work purposes, but hey no pressure. Do what makes you comfortable."

"Thanks...I'd love to join one day...I'm taking it step by step. First step is accepting myself," I replied.

He nodded. "Valid."

We fell silent for a moment.

"So you and Race, huh?"

"What can I say? Love is weird. I didn't want to love him, it just kinda happened one day. After the strike I noticed my stomach in knots whenever I was around him. He was too scared to come to Brooklyn so I'd look for excuses to come to Manhattan. They says there's a fine line between love and hate, well that's true. Sometimes I hate Race with everythin' I got, but that's why I love him."

"That's so sweet," I replied

"God feelings are embarrassing," he said.

"If it makes you feel any better, your not any less terrifying," I assured.

Race ran up to Spot, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Speak of the devil," Spot kissed Race's cheek. "It's the devil himself."

"You're such an asshole," Race said in a flirtatious voice. "So what's up, dumbass?"

"Nothin' much. What's up with you, dumbass?" Spot replied.

"I got bored sellin' papes so I thought it be best to come here and annoy you," Race looked at Spot, then at me. "What is you two talkin' about?"

"I was just tellin' Davey here that he should join the support club as a supporter," Spot replied.

Race chuckled. "Supporter? Spot, your gaydar is never wrong."

"His what?" I asked.

"Gaydar," Race looked at me like I was an idiot. "Gay radar."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Spot has this crazy ability to tell if someones gay just by their energy. He called it with me, Jack, and Crutchie. We's all in the support group now," Race said. "He also predicted you to be gay but you havn't confirmed it yet."

I was speechless.

"C'mon, Race. Don't put any pressure on him. We don't know nothin' unless he says something," Spot replied.

"But your gaydar-"

"It ain't perfect. It's rude to assume."

I smiled. "Well, I should be headin' home."

"Why the rush? Why don't you hang out with us for a bit?" Spot said.

"I guess I could...my parents will wonder why I've been out so long but I can work my way around it," I replied.

Bonding with Spot and Race definitely wouldn't be a bad thing. I don't trust Race enough to come out to him. He'd tell everyone the moment he knew for sure, but it wouldn't hurt to hang out with them.