Light trickled in through the open window and Billy's eyes flickered open.
For a second he looked around before he remembered where he was, Michaels bedroom. He looked at the clock beside the bed.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, shaking Michael awake."
"Fuck of."Michael murmered before rolling over to go back to sleep.
"No, michael, wake up, it's 11 o'clock! Me dads gonna kill me!"
Michael woke with a start and jumped over Billy, out of the bed, landing on the floor like a half dead starfish.
"Real canny Michael." Said Billy climbing more gracefully out of the bed.
Michael clambered to his feet.
"Alright, mate, listen, I've gotta get home, me dad'll be waitin' for us."
"Alright then, you better get off, see ya Billy."
"Yeah, see ya Michael."
Billy climbed swiftly back down the tree before running in the direction of his house. Finally, he reached it, breathless and sweating.
"Hey dad, Tony, hey nan." Billy greeted each of them in turn..
"Have fun at Michaels last night?"
"So what were you doin'?"
"Talking, mucking around."
Billy stared at his brother confusedly before shrugging his shoulders and turning to his dad who was busy cooking eggs on the stove.
"So, dad, can i go and see Mrs wilkinson after breakfast? It's saturday so she should be down at the social."
"yeah, she'll be glad to see you. You can say hello to George an' all ."
"Alright then." said Billy as his dad put a plate of eggs and bread infront of him. Billy wolfed it down and then rushed out of the door with a,
"See ya later!" and headed towards the social.
Billy could hear the music before he got inside the doors, he'd missed this place, where he first came to love ballet. He passed George on the way in, who simply smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.
Billy stepped through the wire mesh doors an into a room full of girls in leotards and tutus. Debbie was the first to spot him and she gasped, attracting the attention of the other girls and Mrs Wilkinson, who walked up to him and then stopped suddenly.
"Billy Elliot, what in heavens name are you doing here?"
"I've come home for Christmas and I wanted to see you, miss."
"Why the bloody hell would you want to do that?"
"I did miss you, miss."
"I can't see why, Havent you got loads of new teachers that you can follow around like a lost puppy."
"All my new teachers are good but you're still my favourite, miss."
"Oh now you're just making things up, c'mere." She held her arms open and billy stepped into the wrapping his arms around her waist tightly, he stayed there for a long while before mrs. wilkinson stepped away from him. She turned to see all the girls staring at them.
"What the fuck are you looking at? get back over to the barre, feet in first, arms in fifth and stop staring at Billy like he's turned into a goldfish! And 1,2,3 and 1,2,3 and plie and hold."
Debbie left the barre and came over to where Billy stood near the doors of the hall.
"Hey." She said
"Hey, how'r you?"
"Alright, but it isn''t the same without you here and I'm the only person who'll talk to Michael and he's really annoying. All moody and that."
"Yeah he gets like that but I like it."
"Speak for yourself anyways how school?"
"It's good but they dont half work me hard, 5 hours of dance every morning then 4 hours of school in the afternoon and there's some little twat who follows me around all the time."
"He probably fancies you. You'd better not tell Michael, he'd get jealous."
"Hope not he's like six makes me feel like a dirty old man. And why would he do that?"
"Debbie Wilkinson, get you arse over here right now or i swear to high heaven i will drop you of the top of this building."
"Oh shit, well see you later Billy."
"Yeah bye."Billy left the hall and walked out on to the street.
"Alright Billy." came a voice to his left.
"Hey Michael, what are you doin' out here?"
"Waiting for you, you stupid twat, me dad got pissed at me 'cause you stayed over, called me a filthy poof and told me to get out of his sight, so I came here. Thought you might have gone to see Mrs. Wilkinson."
"Well you'd be right, what do you want to do then?"
"We could go sit under the bridge and you could show us some of your new moves."
"Alright then, but you have to do them as well."
"fair enough. Race you to the bridge."
Both boys set of at full speed but by the time the reached the bridge, Michael was in the lead and won. The both leaned, panting against the dirty stone wall.
"You've gotten good." Billy said.
"Well, i've had to run the whole 2 miles in cross country now because you aren't here, it's no fun to cut through on me own."
"Oh sorry mikey, well atleast you got faster."
"Yeah, lucky me."
"What's the matter Michael? you've been acting weird the whole time I've been back."
"Oh, i'm sorry, i'm just used to being on me own, you know, 'cause everyone hates me and calls me a poof except Debbie but shes dead annoying so it's a bit hard to talk to anyone properly."
"You know i'm sorry for going away, like, dont you, but I had to, I can't stay here and be a miner like eerybody else."
"yeah, I know, I just wish I could come with you, see london and all that."
"Well why don't you then, just get enough money off of ya mam for the bus ticket and then you can stay in my room."
" Naah, yer alright, me mam would kill us if I left, not that me dad'd care, he's too pissed to notice me half the time and the other half, he just ignores me."
"Oh, It would be fun and you'd get away from Debbie 'cause god knows i want to."
"Yeah, you know she never shuts up about you, she fancies the pants off of you. I told her you don't like her back, you don't, do you?"
"No, she's nice enough but I dont like her that way. You know she says that you're the one following her around, she doesn't seem to like you that much." Billy splashed his way across to the other side of the bridge. Michael followed him.
"No, she just feels sorry for me,I think, she doesn't understand that I want to be alone, 'cause i dont need any other friends, you're the best anyone can have."
"Thanks Michael, you're the best too, even if you are a bit weird somtimes." Billy once again reached over and kissed Michaels cheek. He jumed back in surprise.
"Bloody hell Billy, you need to stop doing that!" Michael exclaimed.
"Why, I thought you liked it."
"I do, too much and thats the fuckin' problem! You did that before you left and the whole time you were gone, that's all i could bloody well think about, and then you come back, do it again and ask me why I'm acting weirdly. And the worst thing is that you don't mean anything by it 'cause your so bloody straight!" Michael burst out.
"I think that is the most I've ever heard you say at once."
"AAAARRRRGGGGGHH! is that all you can say when I just poured my fuckin' heart out to you?"
"So, what, do you fancy us, like."
"And FINALLY, he gets it! You're supposed to be the clever one! I thought you knew, or at least had some idea."Michaels voice became quieter, softer.
"Well, I thought about it once but kind of dismissed the idea. How long have you fancied us for then?"
Michael sunk to the ground against the wall with his head in his hands.
"Oh fuckin' hell you know how to ask difficult questions. Well, I don't really know, like. I always knew I was different, 'cause I liked dolls and dresses instead of football and boxing and I always knew that I liked you more than I probably should but I never really thought abut it as fancyin' you until like last year, all I thought about was that I liked it when you danced and when you taught me your moves and that I wanted to kiss you more than anything else in the world but I knew what people would say if they found out so I kept it quiet." Michael threw his head back against the wall and Billy was alarmed to see that he was crying. "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn'ta said that, I've probably freaked you out and now you're gonna hate me."
"Divvint be so fuckin' stupid man, I don't hate you." Billy paused for a second. "Thank you for tellin' me."
"my fuckin' pleasure." The two of them sat silently for a while.
"D'ya really wanna kiss me that much?"
"What the fuck d'you think?"
"oh, so why don't you?"
"'cause you'd fuckin' kill me if I did."
"It was a rhetorical question you stupid little shit, I meant that you can, I mean, if you want to."
"Are you serious, man?"
"you'd do that for me?"
"'course I would, you're me best mate." Michael was silent for several seconds before replying:
"So, can I?"
"Oh, chist on a bike, of course you fuckin' can, that was the whole point of this fuckin' conversation."
"You're beginning to sound like your Tony, you know that."
"Oh fuck off, so are you gonna kiss me or not?"
"oh right then." Michael stood up and faced Billy, placing his hands on his shoulders. Then, very slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Billy's. It was very short, dry and rather salty because of Michaels tears, but it was amazing. Michael pulled back and turned away, licking his lips, searching for a taste of the other boy.
"Thanks." he said quietly.
"So, was it alright?" Billy asked tenatively.
"Yeah, It was, what about for you?"
"Yeah, it was okay, I guess."
"look, I'd better get going, me dad'll be waiting for me."
"Alright then, see you Billy, and thanks."
"Your welcome, see you Michael."
Michael sat back down against the wall, tears sliding down his face.