Honey Drip // Danny Wagner

Part II // Chapter III

Thank you so much to all (few) of you who read this and let me know your thoughts <3 as Danny Wagner's Bitch, it means a lot.

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My mind was wandering all day, even when I was sitting down with students and prospective students alike and sorting out their needs and desires for the fall semester impending. There weren't many of them even in the morning and by the middle of the day, the people that had been wandering about campus had dwindled and left my own needs and desires were at the forefront of my mind, pressing against my skull impatiently. I was fidgeting constantly, antsy and under-stimulated. The slow, quiet days of summer made it hard to put my focus anywhere else–there were no marches outside the office, no one running late for an appointment, no repeated sounds of backpacks zipping and unzipping, pens clicking and the secretary Lacy popping her gum.

My mind wandered to the usual questions, even with the boys being home–what were they doing? Where were they going? How badly was Danny sweating in this heat and which pair of short-shorts was Sam wearing?

I laughed at that thought and felt my mood lighten. At least I had a big window to look out of, to look down upon the green, empty campus and back up to the perfect blue sky adorned with puffs of crisp white clouds. The same sky Danny was looking at, at least for that day.

I didn't need to wonder how much Danny was sweating because I saw his tall, dark shape move through the hall and past the windows and past the doorway, a mystified look of confusion on his face. I laughed again and stood up, going to the doorway and leaning out of it to call his name.

He turned and cocked his head. "Oh–hey."

"What a surprise," I said as he moved closer, his skin a little dewy and flushed from the sun. "What are you doing here?"

"You go on lunch soon, right?" he asked, craning his neck and looking into the office. "I remember this place. I hated coming here."

"Yeah, because you hated school." I moved back inside and waved him along with me. "I don't have much left to do, so do you want to hang out while I finish up?"

Danny declined exploring the rest of campus, saying he'd seen enough of it, and sat quietly while I finished up. I instantly felt less distracted with him right there in front of me, finally able to concentrate and feel the flow of focus allow me to breeze through to the end. He was completely silent and just idly tapped his knee as he looked around, eyes scanning the walls, the desks, the worn out straight-backed chairs.

"Oh," he said, his eyes landing on something to my right, next to the computer.

I followed, already knowing what he was looking at–a picture of him and I from a year prior, both of us tan and smiling with our arms around one another. Lacy thought Danny was my boyfriend–at the time, he had been. Sitting in front of my desk, that title didn't feel so solid.

"Ready?" I asked, signing out of the computer and foregoing the small stack of papers in front of myself.

I took Danny on a detour to the atrium, wanting to show him the new mural that the cultural club had finished during the spring semester. My shoes clacked against the tile before we stood in front of it, Danny's sneakers making a muted squeak, while the rest of the atrium was silent and still.

"You ever miss school?" I asked, looking over the opaque streaks of orange and pink that spiraled into a deep blue.

He laughed a little. "Not really. You?"

"No. Seeing so many people from just high school the other night was jarring enough."

"You see them all the time though."