Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming
Head’s all empty and I don’t care
Saw my baby down by the river
Knew she’d have to come up soon for air..
Blaine has been watching him for three nights now. Across the boardwalk where tourists flooded the streets to enjoy the warmth of one beautiful California March evening after another. He was always alone. Just like Blaine. Even surrounded by dozens, if not hundreds of people, they were always alone. Weren’t they? Because neither one of them belonged here. Though, Blaine had gotten used to pretending he did.
Was the other the same? Did he float through his small piece of eternity feeling like someone who traced the outside corners of living without really diving in? That’s what Blaine was trying to figure out by watching him and trying to learn everything he could within a comfortable, safe distance. Unsure if David sensed his presence and was pretending he didn’t while doing the same thing or not–Blaine came back every night since the first time he laid eyes on him. And felt something he hadn’t in years.
What that was? Mmm. Best not to mull over that for very long. One slender leg after leg lifted over the bottom wooden rung of the fence overlooking the wooden roller coaster. Then the other fit through it as well and Blaine sat, dangling feet swinging to the beat of a melody not quite touching the ground as he hooked his arms over the top and rested his chin on top of the wrist resting against the other. A brief glance towards a couple laughing loudly as Sugar Magnolia faded into another song on the radio blasting from their rusty VW bus.
David was gone when he looked back.
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