Fly High | Johnny
@epxjohnny
To say he was nervous was an understatement. With all his heart, Theo wished the ground would swallow him whole. Anything to get out of his current predicament. Johnny had given him no way out. Theo was getting on a broom and he was going to fly. Just the thought of flying made him want to shake- it’s not that he was afraid of flying, mind you. It was that he just didn’t have the talent for it. He was a complete idiot on the broom, he just couldn’t get it down. Which was embarrassing for him and Theo, with all his clumsy mistakes and klutzy falls still had an ample amount of pride. At least with dance he could still feel the ground beneath him. On a broom you couldn’t feel anything. It was unsettling.
So here he stood, holding onto a broom that’d been lent to him by another friend. He was standing on a large field, waiting for Johnny to arrive. Feeling very much like a fish out of water. When he saw his friend saddle up to him he let the corner of his lips turn upwards slightly, a small sigh leaving him.
“Alright man, let’s get my funeral started.”
