Escaping Camp Roosevelt by Bryan T. Clark

Author:Bryan T. Clark
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: coming of age, gay romance, mm romance, black author, gay author, romance gay, lgbt romance, lgbt gay, lgbt new adult, lgbt homeless
Publisher: Bryan T. Clark

Chapter Fifteen

Dancer tried to concentrate on the movie. He had seen Silence of the Lambs enough times that it didn’t require his full attention anyway. Detective Starling didn’t need to see Buffalo Bill to be able to put a bullet in him. The sound of the killer’s gun cocking in pitch darkness was enough to tell her to fire. It was now or never. The blast of the gun caused a flutter in Dancer’s belly. The killer was dead, and there was just resolution. His eyes gleamed, knowing the bad guy was dead. No matter how scary the movie, there was satisfaction when the bad guy got it in the end.

The credits were almost over when his front door jarred open. Dancer quickly powered down his tablet and tossed it to the side.

“Hey, are you in there?” Tucker slid the door open and entered. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”

“I was watching a movie. I didn’t realize it was dark.” Dancer stood up, wanting to hear what had happened.

Tucker secured the door. “What movie?”

He sensed a casualness in Tucker’s voice. “Silence of the Lambs.”

“I loved Jodie Foster in that movie!” Tucker stepped over the camping stove and into Dancer’s personal space. “I’m sorry about my mum.” He leaned down and kissed Dancer once on his bottom lip and then used his tongue to wipe moisture from his own lips.

The kiss welled up in Dancer’s heart. He didn’t dare move, just in case Tucker wanted to kiss him again. “Did you get to see Mattie?”

“I did. She was sad that I wasn’t going with them, but I promised I’d visit. I walked them over to Family Ties. It’s not far from here. On Tenth. I couldn’t go in, but the lady said they have Family Day on Saturdays. How’re you doing?”

“Fine.” He was anything but fine.

Tucker kissed him again. “You look madder than an old wet hen. What’s wrong?” Tucker brushed his hand up and down Dancer’s shoulders. “Talk to me.”

In a matter of days, Dancer had fallen for a guy he barely knew. He didn’t know where to begin. “Do you want some light?” Dancer tried to change the subject. He flicked on the lantern and placed it on top of the bins.

Tucker stood still, his eyes following Dancer about the room. “Um… Okay, so…” He scratched his head. “It’s obvious you’re not okay. Can I ask… Are we okay?” The anguish on his face said more than his words.

“We’re fine.” Dancer wasn’t sure if he was answering Tucker’s question or convincing himself. Was this all too much?

Tucker walked over to the Milkman’s chair and sat down.

“So, you got them settled. It’s a rehab center, so that’s a good thing.” Dancer tried again to change the subject.

“Mum’s never been in rehab. They even have a program for the kids where Mattie can go to school while my mum is in, like, counseling or rehab during the day. Mattie’s missed so much school.”

Dancer heard the excitement in Tucker’s voice. He wished he could be as hopeful, but he had observed the failures of drug rehab firsthand.

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