Sunny's Angel - 7. Chapter 7: The Greatest

Dallas yawned while he walked into the kitchen. He’d woken up late and it had taken him some tim to realize that Devin was not in the room with him, but that was okay. His brother rarely ever did what anyone expected of him. If a person were to look up his brother in the dictionary, they’d find him described by several words—unfortunately; he didn’t have a dictionary with him.

“Hi ma, pa,” Dallas mumbled sleepily as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Black, just the way he liked it.

“Hi Dallas,” Susie replied.

“You’re going to be late for school,” Paul greeted as he noticed the time on the microwave.

“I’m not going,” Dallas stated in a sullen tone as he grabbed three ice cubes from the freezer and put them in his cup.

Paul raised his eyebrow.

“May I ask why you think you need to stay home today?” Paul asked.

“Because, we gotta get Sammy out of jail,” Dallas replied caustically.

Paul sighed. “Dallas, we don’t know that he’ll be released today.”

“But—Dad!”

“And, we won’t know unless I get to work and see if I can get him into court, and I won’t make it to work if I have to sit here and stay at home with you,” Paul said.

Dallas scowled. “Dad, that’s blackmail!” he whined.

Paul smiled. He had just won an argument. Interesting enough, Dallas was the only son who ever won an argument with. “I promise, I’ll contact you at school and let you know what’s going on just as soon as I do,” he offered, hoping to console Dallas of his loss.

“Fine,” Dallas mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee. He grabbed a couple more ice cubes and put them in his coffee cup.

“Is Devin awake yet?” Susie interrupted. She had seen Dallas come into the kitchen and had assumed he’d gone out to make sure Devin was up for his first day of school.

Dallas shrugged. “I assume he is. He wasn’t there when I woke up.”

Paul blinked. “You slept in the pool house with him?”

Dallas nodded.

“You haven’t done that in years,” Susie replied, astounded.

Dallas nodded again. “I was still upset and couldn’t sleep. He let me stay out there with him,” he said. He hoped that by offering that little bit of information up he’d be able to persuade his dad to let him stay home.

Paul nodded. “Okay,” he let out a sigh, “go get ready for school and I’ll drop you off on my way to work,” he said, dashing Dallas’s hopes.

Dallas sighed.

“And Dallas, grab Sammy’s stuff. You can drop his homework off for him and pick up whatever new assignments he might have.”

“Okay,” he acknowledged as he headed upstairs to get ready for school. Paul would not have told Dallas to do that if he didn’t think he’d have a good chance of getting Sammy back home with them where Sammy belonged.

Susie smiled as she watched Dallas head off.

“Honey, have you noticed anything strange with Devin lately?” She asked.

Paul frowned at his wife as he considered her question.

“Yeah, he’s not being so strange anymore.”

Susie blinked and then she looked at her husband with a curious expression.

“He’s being the boy he once was, only now some of the new him is mixed in. The doctor said he’d change and snap out of his behavior sooner or later. It’s a good thing.” Paul said. He smiled at his wife as he watched her consider his words.

“But, when did he start changing again?” She asked.

“That’s easy. When we got a hot new neighbor boy, of course,” Paul replied.

“You really think he’s interested in…who? Sunny? Peter? Ian?”

Paul snorted and rolled his eyes. “That’s another easy question. Sunny, of course.”

“You really think he’s interested in Sunny?” Susie asked with a hint of worry in her tone. She looked out toward the pool house, where Devin could easily hide any activities that he, or as the case could become, they, were up too.

Paul blinked as he caught sight of her gaze. “Oh…I didn’t consider that before, but…he did have a good point. Don’t worry; I’ll see if I can talk to him again. If nothing else, I’ll ask Dallas to keep an eye on him and give us a heads up.”

Susie nodded before she smiled again. “Least that’s one thing that seems to have gotten better. They seem to be as close to one another as they once were, before…” Her voice trailed off. She wasn’t sure what had happened that had pushed Dallas and Devin away from each other in the first place.

Paul reached out and hugged his wife when he heard her worried tone. “Don’t worry sweetie, besides, it’s like you said. Devin is changing again. He’s starting to interact with us more. Let’s just keep going at his pace or we’ll end up driving him off again.”

Susie blinked, astounded that her husband thought they had driven him off.

“Paul! We didn’t…”

“Not what I meant, darling. I don’t know why he thought he couldn’t tell us he was gay in the first place. For all we know, there could be more to his attempt than what he told the doctor. What I do know is it wasn’t until after we moved here and kept him in our sights all the time that he became insistent on moving in with Karen. I think he may have only done so because we weren’t as trusting of him anymore. He perhaps felt like he needed the space.” Paul said.

Paul shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t the first time he’d speculated on Devin’s situation. It was just the first time they’d actually really talked about it. Truth of the matter was, he’d been relieved when Devin had insisted on going to live with his Aunt Karen. Now, he found himself worrying about how to keep a handle on Devin. The child may have grown up some, but in some ways, he still seemed to be a lost little boy, just more assertive.

“So…” Susie frowned as her voice trailed off.

“Let’s just…let him have his space and trust him. He’s finally coming back to us, I don’t think we’re ready to lose him again so soon,” Dallas said, interrupting their conversation.

Susie and Paul turned around in surprise. They fidgeted a little bit while looking like little children up to no good.

“Uhm…” Paul mumbled.

“Ready dad? You’re making me late for school.”

Paul nodded to his son; kissed his wife on the cheek, and followed Dallas out the front door.

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“Sir, we got word from the hospital late last evening,” Officer Elurege said as he approached Ian’s desk.

Ian looked up from where he sat at his desk and looked the officer.

“And?” he asked as he took a bite of his cream-cheese covered bagel.

“Tox results show drugs in the coach’s system. If you can name it, he was prolly on it. Heroin, coke, Ecstasy…the list goes on.”

Ian nodded. “Any idea where he got the drugs from?”

“No sir,” Elurege replied.

“No drug problems around here?”

“Sir, we’re a small town near a big city. We get just enough problems to keep a large enough staff in force, and every few years higher new personnel.”

Ian nodded. But that still didn’t satisfy him.

“So if there aren’t any known drug dealers around here, then he most likely got them from the city. Get a warrant to search his place, find out if his vehicle is still at the school, and call the principal to see if we can search his office.”

Elurege nodded.

“I’ll get right on it, sir,” Elurege replied as he walked away.

Ian sighed and glanced at his watch. It was going on ten o’clock. He stood up just as Paul Townsend walked up to his desk.

“Hey Paul, how are you doing?”

Paul smiled at Ian. “I’m good, you?” he asked.

Ian sighed to himself. “I’m alright, I think. But I don’t believe you’re here to check on me, are you?”

Paul smirked slightly and allowed his confidence to show in his demeanor.

“I’m here about Sammy, actually. How is he?”

Ian grunted. He’d almost forgotten about their resident teen.

“I imagine he could be better. I checked on him when I arrived this morning, doesn’t look like he slept at all last night. He ate the McDonald’s that your one boy brought him like he’d never eaten before though.”

Paul blinked.

“Dallas was here?” Paul asked.

Ian shook his head. “Not him, the weird one. Uh…you know, I never did catch his name,” Ian admitted, slightly embarrassed that he’d overlooked a minor detail.

Paul laughed. “The weird one you’re referring to would be Devin. He’s my oldest,” Paul said, supplying the answer to the unspoken question.

Ian nodded just as Elurege walked up to them.

“How’s it goin’ Mr. Townsend?” Elurege asked while Ian frowned at him.

Paul grunted. “I’m good, ju…”

“Sammy’s on his way up, sir. We have a slight problem though,” Elurege said as he fidgeted with his pants.

Ian and Paul looked at him, both of them wondering what possibly could have gone wrong as they noticed how nervous the young officer looked.

“And that would be…” Paul began to ask just as the phone on Ian’s desk rang.

Ian gestured for them both to hold on as he picked up the phone.

“Detective Ian Reis, how may I help you?” he said into the phone.

The faint squabble of another voice was heard coming from the phone.

Paul looked at Elurege. “Continue please, you can tell him when he’s off the phone.”

Elurege nodded. He was slightly unhappy at the thought, especially as his new partner looked like he was receiving some more bad news, but, his momma had always told him to respect his elders, and the lawyer was definitely older than Ian and him.

“Couple deputies went by the Davis house this morning to inform the parents that they were requested to be in court this morning.” Paul nodded as Ian hung up the phone and turned his attention to them, a decidedly unpleasant look on his face.

“And?” Paul asked, prompting the young officer to continue.

Elurege took a deep breath and shook his head. “The house was empty sir, no one was home. Looks like the boys’ parents’ just up and left without a word to the otherwise, without their child.”

Ian cursed as Paul held back the laughter he felt rising within him.

“That’s not all. Uh…I’m afraid ‘m the one that spoke to his parents last eve. But I didn’t notice them moving nothin’. Heck, I didn’t even think to ask about the movin’ van I saw out front.

Paul turned and watched as Sammy was brought into the waiting area where he was sat in a seat, and thanked his lucky stars.

Ian cursed as he stared at the young officer whose face was thoroughly flushed in front of him. He hoped to whatever gods were out there that Officer Elurege was just having a bad case of stupidity this week, and wasn’t always so incompetent.

He sighed. Oh well, he thought to himself, might as well get my news out there. “Well…I got my own news. The coach that was attacked last evening died this morning, about 08:47 this morning.”

Paul frowned as Elurege gaped in surprise. “But…the doctor’s swore he’d make it.” Elurege blurted out.

Ian nodded to the young man. “Yeah, well…he didn’t die from his injuries. He was executed.”

Paul blinked and turned to stare out at Sammy with some concern on his face. “How’s Sammy fit into all this?” he finally asked, turning around once more to face Ian.

Ian exhaled. “He doesn’t. He has a dozen different witnesses who would testify that he was here all night. I’d say that rules him out as a suspect, especially considering the way the Coach was murdered,” Ian muttered.

Paul nodded, pleased that the detective had ruled Sammy, and most likely, the other three boys as well, out as suspects. But now he had his own burning question.

“How was he murdered?” Paul asked.

“Executed…Literally,” Ian reiterated once more, “initial reports are showing large traces of pavulon; sodium thiopental, and potassium chloride.” He finished, as he wondered at the amount of determination someone had had to make sure the coach was indeed dead.

“Isn’t that used to…” Elurege started to say in surprise.

“That’s used to execute state prisoners!” Paul exclaimed in surprise.

Ian nodded to them both; once. That was all it took for them to understand the seriousness of the situation.

“Which is why I’m ruling out any teenager’s as suspects in the murder, or his attack. I don’t imagine a teenager would have access to the sort of people that would have access to that stuff. It’s now my belief that the attack in the locker room was meant to end in his death, and when it looked like it wasn’t going to succeed, the perp went back and finished the job.”

Paul looked down at his watch and frowned thoughtfully. “What would you like me to do now boss?” Elurege asked quietly.

“What I told you. Get the warrants to search the coaches property, get one for the school if necessary, and let’s go. If someone’s covering their tracks, than we don’t have a whole lot of time,” Ian said.

Paul looked up. “I wish you both the best of luck, but, I need to get Sammy to the court house. The judge is going to see us this morning.”

“He doesn’t need an escort?” Ian asked, startled.

Paul shook his head. “Welcome to Mayberry, Detective. We do things rather different around these ‘ere parts,” Paul said with a smile on his face. He nodded once more to the two officers and walked away, gesturing for Sammy to join him. Ian watched as they walked out the door together, not realizing that a wistful look had grown on his face. He looked at Elurege, and noticed the expression on his, though.

“What?” Ian asked, disgruntled.

Elurege shrugged. “Nothin’, Sir. Just, you looked sad for a minute there. Everything all right?”

Ian grunted and glared at Elurege as he walked away. “I’ll be at the school, go get that warrant…” Elurege nodded, letting his curiosity go, for now.

“…and everything’s going to be just fine. Sunny’ll realize he’s got people around that love him sooner or later…” Ian mumbled wistfully under his breath.

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“All rise, court is now in session. The venerable James T. Ketsun; presiding.” The bailiff announced.

Sammy yawned and seated himself as soon as he could.

“Alright, what appears to be the problem. Ms. Diaz? The judge asked.

“The minor, Mr. Samuel Davis, was reputed to have run away from home; police took him in custody…”

“Yes, yes. I have the report right here. Are his parents here?” the judge interrupted.

“No sir, it appears they have moved out of the area.”

“Noted. Where has the child been staying?”

“With my family and I, sir,” Paul answered.

“Ah, good day Mr. Townsend. How is your lovely wife?” the judge asked.

“She’s go…”

“Did you know she reminds me of my third wife…or was it my fourth…or perhaps the sixth? Ah well. No matter, how have your kids been doing?”

“They’re good sir.”

The judge bobbed his head, allowing the overhead lights to shine off his balding head.

“That’s good,” the judge replied, “I take it none of them had any objections to the young man living with you?”

“No sir,” Paul replied

“Good…good…very well then. The court orders young master Davis remanded into the custody of Paul Townsend until further notice, and name him and his wife legal guardians until such a time as the young man in question turns 18 or dies, whichever comes first. Bailiff, put out a warrant for the rest of his parents, charges of child abandonment, abuse, and anything else you can throw at them.”

The judge lifted his gavel and raised his arm.

“Uh…your honor, I object,” Ms. Diaz said.

The judge blinked at her for a moment.

“I see, on what grounds do you object? Do you object to Mr. Davis being remanded into The Townsend’s custody?” the judge asked.

Ms. Diaz peered over the rims of her glasses, “Uh, no sir, it’s just that…”

“Very well then. Mr. Townsend, congratulations to you and your wife, its a boy. Court dismissed!” The announcement made, the judge banged his gavel, stood up, and walked into his chambers. A few spectators saw him fingering an envelope in the judge’s robe pockets.

Paul stared at the judge, astounded. This was perhaps one of the speediest cases he’d ever had. He turned and looked down at Sammy, who looked like he was still bored. “So…uhm…ready to go home, son?”

Sammy blinked, and then smiled up at Paul.

“Uhm, if we hurry I can still make it to school,” Sammy replied.

Paul smiled. It was the first time he’d ever seen a young man want to go to school before.

“I have a better idea, let’s go pick up Dallas, get something to eat, and I’ll drop you two off back at the house and you can help him move his stuff into the basement, if you want to do that instead, I mean?” Paul asked, suddenly uncertain and feeling slightly overwhelmed.

Sammy grinned from ear to ear. “Okay,” he said agreeably.

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Devin laughed quietly to himself as he watched his dad, Dallas and Sunny walk out of the school, pleased to see things going so well, especially since it looked like he now had a brother-n-law. He couldn’t help it; he started dancing down the empty hallway in glee, singing in a fair-voice, grateful that the hallway was empty.

“Shake that booty and sing it, boy!” a girlish voice said out of the blue, bringing Devin out of his private party. He looked up to see a dark skinned girl with dread-locks standing in the doorway to the girl’s bathroom, lightly clapping her hands in applause. Devin blushed and scurried off, glad that lunch was soon.

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Sunny was definitely bored, his head hurt and he wanted to go home and go back to sleep. Unfortunately, he still had three more classes to go. He yawned, glad that class was finally over. The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch, and he stood up and headed toward the cafeteria, hoping to meet up with Dallas who had been called away from class. If nothing else he hoped that Devin shared lunch with them.

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Devin sat down at a table to eat lunch, losing himself in his thoughts. A loud thump made him look up from the sandwich that school called tuna salad. Devin looked up and found Sunny next to him, picking at his lunch while he stared blankly at Devin. That wasn’t all either. A pair of brown eyes affixed to a brown face with plain brown hair was staring at them angrily.

“You’re in my seat,” Grumpy said, looking at them.

“Oh, okay,” Sunny replied. He stood up and moved a couple chairs over. He sat down on the other side of Devin and resumed eating his lunch as his thoughts turned inward, trying to ignore the queasiness in his stomach. Another thumping noise on the table made him glance up again, to see the brown-haired boy still glaring at them. Devin let out a sigh next to him.

“You’re at my table,” Grumpy stated again.

Sunny glanced around and looked at all the tables in the cafeteria, noticing that quite a few of them were still empty. He looked at Grumpy again, this time with a scowl on his own face.

Sunny sighed and stood up, getting ready to move to another table. Devin stopped him by placing his hand on Sunny’s arm. A look from Devin had Sunny sitting back down again while Devin stared at the other boy with a blank look on his face.

A balled up piece of paper flew out of the air and hit the boy in the face, followed by laughter from a group of guys and girls a few tables over.

A voice shouted, “Sit down Kyle, you’re not intimidating anyone!”

Devin smirked.

“Yes Kyle, please, sit down,” Sunny said politely as he gestured toward a chair.

Kyle glowered at the group of kids, and leaned back, removing his hands from the table as he did so, and took a couple of steps toward the other table.

“This should be interesting, looks like he’s ready to start a brawl in the cafeteria,” Devin remarked softly to Sunny as he watched the other boy.

A dark hand reached out and stopped Kyle, pulling him back and pushing him into a chair, as a dark skinned young lady sat down next to Kyle. Devin groaned, not pleased at seeing the young woman from earlier who had caught him in one of his more juvenile moments.

“How ya all doin’, I’m Savannah, this is my friend Kyle,” Savannah said cheerfully.

Sunny smiled.

“Hi. I’m Sunny, and this is Devin,” Sunny replied with a half-smile as he glanced at Devin out of the corner of his eye.

Savannah smiled. “Pleased to meet ya Sunny, you to Angel,” Savannah said softly while appraising Devin with a single glance.

Sunny blinked.

“Angel?” Sunny asked curiously.

“Ayup, your boy there sings like an angel and dances like the devil playing in the moonlight,” Savannah replied.

Sunny blinked in surprise again and turned to face Devin questioningly.

Devin shrugged, hating the fact that he was blushing. He was definitely starting to hate this new school plan of his. The point was emphasized when Kyle snorted with laughter.

“Scoping for new talent already, eh Savannah?” Kyle asked.

Savannah nodded her head. “Yup, we always need more dancers and singers,” she replied.

This drew another curious look from Sunny.

“Savannah here is in the choir,” Kyle explained in response.

“Oh, cool,” Sunny said as he looked once more toward Devin.

Devin suddenly smirked to himself and leaned over and whispered something in Sunny’s ear. Savannah and Kyle couldn’t hear what Devin whispered, but whatever it was had Sunny turning a bright red.

Savannah raised an eyebrow and looked at Kyle questioningly.

“So, I’ve heard the songbird sing, and I’ve seen him dance, but does he speak?” Savannah asked.

Kyle laughed and looked at Devin. Devin leaned over and whispered something in Sunny’s ear again.

“He says no,” Sunny said with a smirk. He was starting to enjoy this game Devin was playing. The way his breath brushed against Sunny’s ear when Devin spoke softly or the way he lowered his head slightly and sniffed at Sunny’s neck sent shivers down his spine. Sunny sighed softly. If he just worked up the nerve to do it he could turn his head slightly and meet Devin’s lips with his own. The raucous laughter from the other table interrupted Sunny’s thoughts.

Savannah and Kyle laughed, starting to feel at ease with the cute young blond and his dark haired blue-eyed friend.

“So, what’s with the twerps at the other table?” Sunny asked.

His question brought silence from the other two. Kyle glared at the other table once more. Savannah brought her hand up to his shoulder.

“Football players,” Savannah answered with a scowl on her face.

Devin leaned over and whispered something in Sunny’s ear again. Sunny looked at Devin with a questioning look on his face.

“What?” Sunny asked Devin.

Devin leaned over and whispered something in Sunny’s ear again. Sunny laughed in response, causing Savannah and Kyle to look at him questioningly.

Sunny grinned. “What do you get when you put the girlfriends of the football team in one room?” Sunny asked.

“No idea,” Savannah replied.

“What?” Kyle asked.

“A full set of teeth,” Sunny replied with a grin.

Savannah and Kyle laughed, feeling at ease again.

Savannah couldn’t help herself. “What was the first thing he whispered to you?” she asked.

Sunny turned bright red again while Devin smirked and shook his head at Savannah.

“Uhm…nothing important,” Sunny replied as he nudged Devin in the ribs with his elbow.

“Oh, okay,” Savannah replied, still curious as to what was going on with her newfound friends.

The bell rang, signaling the end to lunch.

“So, cya tomorrow?” Savannah asked

“Sure,” Sunny replied while Devin answered her question with a nod of his head.

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Devin sighed as he looked at the note in his hand that he’d just received from the principal’s office. He looked up as someone tapped him on the arm, to see Sunny smiling at him with Dallas and Sammy right behind him.

“Oh good, you’re here already. Everyone ready to go home?” he asked softly.

Three heads bobbed in unison, answering his question as someone came running through the hallway and suddenly stopping before them.

Devin raised an eye-brow while while Sunny looked at the person in surprise.

“What’s wrong Savannah?” Sunny asked after Devin nudged him in the side.

“Kyle…fight, north lot…some… members…football team,” she answered as she panted for breath.

Devin grunted and started walking the way Savannah had come from, with her seeming to dance ahead in excitement as the other three boys started asking her questions.

“David McClure’s the one started the fight,” she finally said in response to the question of who had started the fight.

Sammy stopped in his tracks and reached out to pull Devin back, before he realized that he didn’t have to. Devin had already stopped as well, and the other three didn’t notice as they continued on ahead.

“Devin, McClure is Mac’s lil brother,” Sammy hissed quietly.

Devin frowned as he turned and nodded his head to Sammy in response.

“Sammy, I have a question for you…” Devin said softly, seeming to hesitate.

“Yeah?” Sammy asked.

“When you say Mac is his older brother, do you mean…Evan McClure?” Devin asked in a whisper.

Sammy frowned in response before giving a slight shake of his head.

“No, Evan’s the middle child, I think, and no one’s seen him for a couple years now. Mac is Roger McClure.” Sammy finally said.

Devin suddenly seemed to relax before he tensed up again.

“Oh…this is not good. Not good at all,” Devin groaned out softly and held onto his stomach like it was hurting him as he turned and faced one of the lockers in the hallway, leaning his head against it.

“Are you all right, Devin?” Sammy asked, feeling a bit worried now.

“Go get the other’s Sammy, tell em to meet me at the car. The teacher’s are gonna have to break up this fight. I can’t get involved,” Devin whispered softly as he finally straightened himself out and started heading in the other direction.

Sammy nodded and sprinted off down the hallway after the others. Devin didn’t seem so confident anymore. Sammy wanted to know why.

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It was late, almost 11 at night, and Devin was staring at the amber liquid in his glass that reflected back at him in the light of the full-moon. The stereo was on in the pool-house, the song playing in the background on constant repeat.

Devin let out a soft sigh as another pair of feet joined his in the pool and a hand reached out and took his cup from him.

“Hi,” Devin said softly as he finally looked up and watched the moon-light playing in the silken strands of blond hair.

“Hi,” Sunny whispered as he sniffed at the cup and took a sip, his face wrinkling up at the taste that bit his tongue, before he handed the cup back to Devin.

Devin took the cup back and once more stared into the pool as Sunny shifted slightly, bringing himself closer to Devin so he could reach an arm out and pull Devin’s body closer to his, finally hearing the words that Devin was singing softly under his breath.

“You wanna talk about whatever’s wrong?” Sunny asked.

Devin hummed a quiet question as he shifted positions, Sunny’s body heat warming him up slightly in the cool breeze that smelled like rain.

“You’ve been really quiet since school this afternoon. I think Savannah was a bit mad that you wouldn’t help Kyle out,” Sunny said.

Devin sighed.

“Devin...” Sunny whispered, rubbing his hand down Devin’s back.

“There’s a storm coming…” Devin remarked as he swirled his cup, watching the liquid turn into a small whirl-pool in his cup.

Sunny let out his own sigh as he tried to figure out how to get Devin to focus.

“And you know what’s really fucked up…”

Sunny turned to face Devin, slightly pleased that his friend was finally starting to talk.

“300,000 children, at the least, are abandoned each year. Over a million kids are homeless on the streets, and most of em turn to prostitution, and while they’re so busy selling their bodies just to survive, they’re destroying their minds with drugs and alcohol because the society that they thought was supposed to be great and helpful isn’t really what they think it is, turns out it’s abusive instead. They’re invisible, and stuck, and no one is able to help them… and so many of them try to kill themselves in the end, or they end up getting killed, or dead, or worse, abused by the adults that they turned to for help…” Devin stopped talking and took in a breath.

“Sounds like they just need an angel, babe,” Sunny whispered, not quite knowing what to say to Devin, but feeling like he needed to say something.

Devin snorted, “I’m not really sure there’s such a thing as angels.”

Sunny tightened his grip on Devin’s shoulder, before he suddenly leaned forward and kissed Devin on the cheek.

Devin blinked and turned his head.

“Sure there is, I met you. Savannah called you an angel, she’s right, y’know. You’re kind of strange, but…you’re my angel. So tell me, my singing boy-with-wings, when do I get to hear you sing, and watch you dance?”

Devin felt his face flush slightly.

“When you get me between the sheets,” Devin mumbled, unable to help himself.

Sunny chuckled softly, “that’s what you said earlier,” he replied as he reached out to turn Devin’s face towards him, and unable to help himself, planted the kiss on Devin’s mouth that he’d wanted the night before, but glad that for once, he was indeed sober.

Devin set his glass down on the ground before the kiss landed on his mouth. The stereo continued to sing in the background; the words and lyrics reminiscent of how he felt as Sunny kissed him for the first time.

If anybody asks you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look 'em in the face and say

I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
Mmmm...
I'm the world´s greatest
I'm that little bit of hope
When my backs against the ropes
I can feel it
Mmmm...
I'm the world´s greatest

In the ring of life, I'll reign love

And the world will notice a king
When there is darkness, I'll shine a light
And mirrors of success reflect in me
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey I made It
I'm the worlds greatest
I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest