Just Popping In

"The fuck you think you're doing? Stop that gay shit and go get me cigarettes."
Diego could swear he heard his dad's voice every time he tried doing breakdancing. Saying it was stupid, it was gay, it was useless and Diego would never be able to do it anyway. And that's why he hesitated every time he tried breakdancing, never took lessons and always did it in a place where no one could hear or see. Not even Gabe or Gabe's mom. He was way too unsure about his skills to even do it jokingly or ironically badly. 'Cos Diego, no matter how shitty he was, still found breakdancing fun. And only when he danced he let gravity affect him. Well, unless he stumbled or fell. Then he flew and avoided scrapes or bruises Gabe would ask about.

Diego put up the pair of good quality speakers he had bought with his allowance, and put on some generic hip hop that got him in the breakdancing mood. Jesus, just that in itself was embarrassing. What fucking breakdancing mood?
But before Diego began dancing he opened youtube and checked out one quick breakdancing video. Diego was taught by the all-mighty Youtube-sensei, after all. He had no other sources to learn breakdancing.
Diego watched for few minutes and decided to do the head spinning thing where you went on a handstand. It was handy to be so light and bendy, it wasn't hard to get into some of the tougher positions.
Diego set his phone aside to a small end table he had found on an alley. Basically everything in this treehouse had been found from the dump, in the forest or from alleys or bought cheap from the flea market. Like the beanbag Diego had in the corner, shelves on the wall and Ikea lamp made of paper hanging from the low ceiling. And it was pretty damn well done, if Diego did say so himself. He had always been good with his hands, be it with graffiti or building a doghouse for one of his buddies' mutt. It had taken many months and countless hours but just the other day Diego had finished it. And it had just enough space to do some simple breakdancing moves.

Diego waited for a good spot on the song, and did a few simple breakdance moves, like hops and spins, before trying the headspin from a handstand. Diego had a slight blush on his cheeks, this all felt so embarrassing and wrong. It was a conditioned response, created thanks to his dad. But Diego danced nevertheless, and he was actually able to stay on a handstand and do some spins, which made a small victorious smile rise to his face. At first Diego closed his eyes, so he didn't get dizzy. But eventually he cracked them open a bit, still smiling.
And saw someone had opened the hatch to his treehouse and was watching him and that smile died so quickly.

"Agh!"
Immediately Diego yelled out in surprise and shock and actually fell, scraping his elbow. He took flight, facing the intruder and backing away from him. And he hit the ceiling with force and let out another yell, this time pain. Diego grabbed his head and let himself sink down a bit, eyes closed and hissing from pain. That was gonna hurt tomorrow.
"Ugh, fuck..."

The intruder spoke, but Diego was too busy with the pain to pay attention to the first few sentences. Because wow, the dude spoke a lot. And around the spot where he said "You're amazing!" Diego lifted his squinted eyes at the guy. Who was now standing inside Diego's treehouse. That kinda got alarms ringing inside Diego's head, someone had invaded his space. But at the same time Diego got flustered, since he had just been praised by a decently good-looking guy. Wait, why did he even consider the looks of this guy, that was gay. Wait, wasn't Diego gay? What was happening? What is life?
Anyway, there was just a lot going on in his head, and that showed in Diego's articulation.

"Huh? I mean, what are- I'm not- Wait, wait wait. Who are you?"
The look in Diego's eyes was mostly confused and surprised, but there was some suspicion there and he looked at the intruder from head to toe, straightening up a bit where he sat. This guy had climbed this tree all the way up here, in a pretty isolated spot. It wasn't easy to realize this was the tallest tree, and Diego's music hadn't been that loud. How did this guy know to climb this particular tree?
"What're you doing here? How'd you find this place? Did-"
Diego hissed, when he moved a bit and his shirt rubbed against the elbow he'd scraped. Diego peeled the sleeve away and saw that it was bleeding, and he cursed.
"Just fucking fantastic..."