Danti One Shots

·The Little Drummer Boy· (Pt. Two)

I hopped on my bike. "Yeah, but I don't know where we would go. The lady who owns the diner knows my family and I, and if she saw me out of school she'd whip me." Anti quirked an eyebrow. "Hmm, we could head over to my flat?" Now it was my turn to look concerned. "Flat?" What was a flat? Anti chuckled. "Sorry, I mean apartment. I've only been in the US for half a year."

We took a few streets that weren't very busy and thankfully made it to Anti's apartment without being seen. His apartment, very surprisingly, was the old bowling alley that went out of business a decade back. "You live with Crazy Ricky?" The kids at school would spy on Crazy Ricky and gossip about him constantly. I leaned my bike against the building. "Ricky? He's not crazy." Anti scoffed. I gestured to the stairs leading up to where I assumed they live. "Who the hell else lives in an abandoned bowling alley." Anti shrugged. "I do."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't own it." I smiled a little. Anti picked up his skateboard. "I kind of do, I pay rent!" He lead me up to the stairs. "You have a job?" I asked. Anti got out a set of keys from his pocket, seemingly reluctant to tell me about his work. "Yeah, it pays good." I didn't get a chance to throw in another question because he was already dragging me into the living room of Crazy Ricky's living space. It was a lot nicer that I would have thought it to be.

The smell of something freshly baked wafted into the room. "Ricky!" Anti yelled, leaning his board up by the door. I carefully closed said door behind me. Ricky came out if the kitchen carrying a piping hot pan of chocolate chip cookies. Anti reached for one, but Ricky shooed him away. "Those are the edibles! The ones on the right are the normal ones. Wait for them to cool." He set them on the counter and smiled at me. "Hiya! I'm Rick," he held out his hand for me. I shook it with a nervous smile. "And you are?" He asked expectantly. "I'm Dark." Ricky grinned wider. "Nice to meet you! I'm glad Anti's making friends. It's always just sleep and work for him." Anti rolled his eyes and lightly punched Ricky's arm. Rick pushed on his shoulder and went back to the kitchen, then yelled back to us. "Lunch will be done in half an hour!" Anti yelled back. "Cool!" And dragged me down another hallway to his room.

He kicked the door closed behind us. "You play videogames?"

30 minutes later we were shoulder to shoulder vigorously yelling at each other. I was absolutely kicking his ass in Mario Kart. Anti screamed and pushed at me. That of course lead to us wrestling on the floor. I wiggled my fingers into Anti's arm pits and tickled him until he was gasping for mercy. He got the mercy he wanted when Ricky opened the door. Rick yelped and covered his eyes. "Anti! You should have told me you'd be fooling around!" Anti groaned. I quickly got up off of him. "Dude, we were messing around, not fucking." My face was the fucking perfect shade of scarlet.

Rick waved his hand at us. "Christ almighty... Lunch is ready, come out when you're ready... crazy boys." He closed the door, his footsteps fading. Anti burst out laughing suddenly, scaring the shit out of me. "That's not funny!" I gasped. He rolled his eyes and led me into the kitchen.

***

Lunch was delicious, you wouldn't think Crazy Ricky to be much of a cook (he was big and muscly, and you could see the curls of chest hair poking out from his shirt. The men in town would be jealous of his body if they ever thought of getting close to him). Anti and I were leaned back in our chairs, full of soup and sandwiches, and a fair share of cookies.

"So boys, what did you do today?"

Anti huffed. "You're acting like it's the end of the day, there's still so much left to do!"

I decided to pipe up. "Anti took me swimming."

Ricky smiled. "Awesome! Swimming is fun exercise." He collected our plates. "Are you guys still hungry?" Anti and I both shook our heads feverishly. I felt that I would burst if I ate anymore. Rick stood up and walked into the kitchen. "You sure? I planned on baking a cake soon-" Anti hopped up from his chair, dragging me with him. "I'm sure, we're fine, see you later tonight!"Anti pushed me out the door, but I managed to yell out a quick 'thank you' as we went.

"Where to next?" He asked me once we got outside. I thought for a moment as we decended the stairs. "Oh, I know exactly where to go!" I gasped.

***

We stuck to the backstreets and ally ways again, trying to avoid prying eyes at all costs. Small towns were quiet and peaceful, but behind that facade, everyone was talking behind someone's back. For all I know someone might have seen me stalking around town with Anti and told my parents. They'd be waiting at home for me with a belt in their hands either way. I might have risked most, if not all, my privrlages sneaking out with Anti, but it has been the most fun I've had in years.

I pulled myself from my thoughts (how many times have I done that) to see we had neared the edge of the woods. I pointed to a small path worn into the dirt between a few small trees. Little plants and weeds had grown over it, indicating how long it's been since anyone's used it.

We made our way into the wood, the smell of damp earth was heaven to my nose. The rustle of leaves and swaying of branches calming my rushing mind. I looked back to see Anti gazing at the trees in wonder, just as I had when I first walked this path.

After a decent trek and getting caught on thorn bushes, we made it to where I would hide out as a kid when life at home would get too hectic. The ancient tree house loomed over, reminding me of a sleeping giant with leaves for hair, and moss/bark for skin.

To Be Continued...