Country Boys

*Timmy’s View*
I hated it. I had no where to go, I lost my only friend, and now everyday of school is going to be an all-out battle with Marcus. Not to mention I had a black eye that was throbbing with nothing to put on it.
I walked the rest of the way and made it back to my spot in the barn. As I sat there I thought over everything that happened, and I actually started to feel happy. I defended myself for the first time and I beat Marcus up too.
It was nice to play back the fight in my mind. The look on his face when I beat him down was great, I bet if I told my uncle about it he'd take back what he said about me being a fag. In fact, he might even be proud of me for a moment.
That's when I realized something, my uncle would be proud of me because I’d be just like him; brash and stupid.
I got up and figured I at least owed Daylith an apology for lashing out at him. I ran over to his house and didn't see his father's car in the driveway. At least now I won't have to explain what happened to him. I rang the doorbell and Daylith opened the door.
"Hey." I said, while averting my eyes from his gaze.
"Hey." He said back.
I was expecting him to say something to get some kind of conversation going, but instead he just left me hanging, he didn't even invite me in.
"Sorry." was all I could think of to say.
"Yea."
That didn't help either. Guess this means we're not friends anymore. Great, another friend down, how many more to go?
"Look, I just wanted to apologize. I won't hang around you anymore. At least then you won't have to hear about it from the basketball team and your "image" can stay intact."
He just stood there staring at me without responding as if he expected me to say more. Meanwhile I said everything I planned on saying.
"So, uh, I'm gonna go, see ya." I said while turning around to walk away.
Just when I was about to leave he said "Come on, let's go put some ice on that eye."

*Daylith’s View*
I guess I shouldn't be surprised to hear this from Timmy. He doesn’t know me that well yet, but I'm not that shallow. I don't care what other people think and I didn't care about my "image." If it was up to me, I’d say Marcus deserved it. I'm sure if Timmy hadn’t stood up for himself right then and there I would've been the one to break out, however, that's what I was trying not to do.

*Timmy’s View*
I sat down at the kitchen table and watched Daylith get an ice pack and wrap it in a small towel. I don't know why, but I kind of liked being taken care of like this.
"Here, just put this on your eye and it'll stop the swelling."
"Thanks. Heh, I guess this makes your house my personal hospital."
"Yea, haha. You better watch it though, I can't fix everything." He said "Soo, you think your uncle won't mind you being late once again?" He asked.
I guess I should tell him the truth, why hide it?
"I actually lied to you the last time. He was pissed when I came home late yesterday and started beating me. So I’ve kinda been camping out in the barn and probably will be for awhile."
His face twisted in confusion, like he just heard something completely unbelievable. "What the fuck!? Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me? I would have told you to stay here you retard!"
I didn't really know what to say but Daylith seemed pretty busy doing all of the talking himself.
"That's it, your staying here, ok? No ifs, ands, or buts about it!…
I'm sure my dad won't mind, so where do you wanna sleep? There's my room or the couch, though I'm not to sure how comfortable the couch is. Ah whatever you can sleep in my room, bed or floor?"
"Umm I don't care." I managed to say between all of his talking.
"The floor isn't gonna be to comfy if you stay a couple of days, my beds pretty big, do you mind sharing?"
"Uh, I don't care really."
"Good, I’ll go change the sheets, now consider this your place too so help yourself to the fridge if you’re hungry." He said while disappearing up the stairs.
It felt awkward but I could probably get used to this. I was strangely excited at the thought of sharing a bed with him; however, I knew the comfort I'm feeling now would disappear when his dad came home. I opened the fridge to find more food then I've ever seen in my fridge, so I helped myself to a chicken wrap and some root beer.
When I sat down I was startled when the phone rang. I heard Daylith shout from upstairs "Can you get that!?"
I picked it up and said "Hi this is the Vanderan residence."
"Oh hi, is this Timmy?"
"Uh, yea." I was surprised that whoever this was knew me.
"It's Daylith's father. I've heard a lot about you. Are you staying for dinner?"
"Uh, well, actually I think I'm staying overnight, is that ok?"
"Sure is, could you give a message to Daylith for me though?
"Sure."
"Tell him that I have to go to a corporate meeting and I'm not gonna be home until around ten o clock."
"Alright. I'll tell him. Talk to you later."
"Kay, bye Tim."

After I hung up I thought over the nick-name Daylith's dad gave me so quickly. Tim huh? My nick-name has always been Timmy, but this one's different. I kind of liked it.
"Hey Daylith! Your dad isn't gonna be home until ten!!"
He popped into the kitchen while I was shouting to him thinking he was still upstairs. "Perfect, that'll give us plenty of time to mess around."
"What?"
"Just kidding" He said while laughing.
I started to wonder if there was any seriousness behind that joke. Usually you don't make jokes like that unless you’re thinking about it.

*Daylith’s View*
I noticed that Timmy had helped himself to a chicken wrap so I decided to have one too.
Once I sat down with him I started to think over a few things. I hoped that having him stay here for awhile worked out, to be honest I'm a bit nervous that his uncle will come here looking for him. I also hoped that my dad would be cool about the whole thing.

After a few minutes went by, I realized we were both eating in complete silence, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through Timmy’s head.
"Watcha thinken?" I asked. His expression towards my question surprised me. He looked as though I’d asked him a really personal question.

"Nothing," was all he said.
I wondered if he was always this strange and I just never noticed. It's possible; I’ve only known him for a day.
"So uh, tell me about yourself."
"Um, like what?" He asked.

"I don't know, stuff that would let me know you better. Are you allergic to anything? Are you clean, messy? What foods do you like and not like? You know, stuff like that."
"Oh, uhh. I'm allergic to Bananas. I'm actually pretty sloppy, and the only food I’ve come across yet that I don't like is squid. I like watching TV, but I don't get to do it much because of the work I have to do on the farm. I'm pretty bad at school, especially with math and science. I'm not fond of horses and my parents are gone. I'm not in any sports, and I'm not really into girls. So yea, that's pretty much it." He said.
"Cool, but uh, your not into girls? So what does that mean? You’re gay?" I asked completely confused.
"Ah man, haha I didn't mean it like that, I meant I just don't like talking about girls. I don't like any of them. They're all bitches."
"Oh I get it."

*Timmy’s View*
I felt so embarrassed. I couldn’t believe I just said that I didn't like girls. I honestly didn't mean it that way, but it's obvious he doesn’t believe me.

*Daylith’s View*
I always wondered why Timmy went quiet or into a mood whenever I talked about girls but I think I figured it out now. I think he's either gay or hasn't figured out that he's gay yet. ‘What 17 year old guy doesn’t like girls?’ I thought to myself, and I was all the more convinced. ‘This ought to be fun, I'm gonna try and find out if he's gay.’