Figure Model

by Parker Porter

  “I told him, yes, but I’m not wearing the GSA shirt,” Wyatt retorted, hitting the unlock button on his car keys. “They’re garish and obnoxious and that’s just not how I want to attend this thing my first time around.”

  “Really? He gave me a shirt to give you already.” Hayden could feel the lumpy protrusion in his bag, as he opened the car door and swung in. Wyatt climbed in after him, frowning, and barely suppressing a growl.

  “But I told him-”

  “Not for GSA,” Hayden interrupted, smiling a little as he unclipped his bag. “Actually, we match.”

  Wyatt peeks over to him with a look of annoyance, rolling his eyes at the boy. Hayden doesn’t seem to care because he pulls out the shirt. Both of their eyes flicker to the shirt, it’s blank.

  “It’s blank,” Wyatt mutters with a small smile.

  Hayden shakes his head in response, pulling out a green permanent marker.

  “Write whatever you want,” Hayden whispers in the ear of the blond haired boy.

  “You’re a dork.”

  “But I’m your dork…”