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While Darry wasn’t looking, Tim threw a six-pack into his shopping cart. It was easy to sneak shit past him, because even if he did see, he usually didn’t care enough to point it out. Things had, in Tim’s mind, been the best they’d ever been in the last few weeks regarding his relationship with Darry. They’d gotten a little more serious – or as serious as two people dating in secret could get. At this point, he couldn’t think of anything he’d change.
Except maybe going grocery shopping with him. Darry was really turning into an old man, and was always complaining about price hikes in everything.
“You know, last week I only paid fifty-seven cents for a whole gallon of milk. But look at this! Seventy-three for the same damn thing. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with everything getting more expensive.”
And other things twenty-one year olds shouldn’t be worrying about. Tim always just shook his head, said, “That sucks.” And asked what was next on their list. He loved Darry, but man, he could whine.
But he truly did love him anyway. Whining or not, Darry was his. Something he’d wanted since they were in high school – since Darry had chosen Paul Holden over him in tenth grade. He forgave him for it though. Especially since Darry had never really had a choice, because Tim had never confessed his love until a few months ago. Not like either of them had said they loved each other. Tim hoped for it one day.
That felt so weird. A tough hood like him, running around terrorizing anyone in his way, and in the back of his mind praying that one day his secret boyfriend would tell him he loved him. He shook his head, and the thought in itself, from his mind. He wasn’t some daydreamy girl like Marcia, desperate for a boy’s attention. He was a goddamned hood, and he’d get what he wanted in due time.
For now, he was stuck handing the boy he loved groceries out of the cart to put up on the conveyor belt at the checkout.