For All to See - Blueberry TF
For All to See
Mike dipped his fingers in the jar of hair gel and ran it quickly through his buckwheat-blonde hair. He spent two full minutes on his mouth with his electric toothbrush before rinsing and checking himself out some more. His smile was fine, and his skin still looked great.
He grabbed his varsity jacket and headed out the door. His ride to school was waiting, as usual. A JV football junior with an old, beat up Camaro sat behind the driver's side window, looking up at him with his usual eagerness. Two other seniors, the team's center and safety sat in the back seat. "C'mon Mike, why do you always take so long?" one of them griped, reaching up front to punch him in the arm as he tried to buckle up.
"Hey, knock it off guys," the driver said. "Don't hit Mike when I'm driving." It was well known that he idolized Mike - they both played tight end, and Mike was pretty much the only reason he was stuck on JV.
"Ah, keep it in your pants, Johnny," the center in the back seat