Apathetic Boy

4.

Benedict

A firm pillow was thrown at my head. Which made me slowly turn my head to Zach. "Where is your head, man?" Zach asked hugging me around my shoulders, "You've been zoning in and out ever since we left the cafe." He said.

"Are you sick?" He slapped his hand, not too hard, on my forehead, trying to check my temperature.

"Maybe it's because of a particular Barista," Jacob barely whispered, my head snapped back to him.

"What! No, he.. I wasn't thinking about him. I was thinking about how good the coffee tasted yesterday." I stutter, remembering the pleasant flavor.

"Yeah, that he made for you." Jacob chuckled. "How are you thinking about him that much, and not even knowing his name?" Jacob questioned,

"Can we stop talking about this?" I scratch my neck.

"You guys are making him uncomfortable, if he is thinking about the cafe guy, don't call him out." Caleb called out from the kitchen.

"Oh~ Beau has a little crush on the cafe boy." Zach swayed me side to side.

"When was his last crush? High-school, right?" Zach asked nobody in particular.

"Do we have anything planned for today?" I asked, changing the subject.

Zach's face turned upward into a huge grin, looking at Jacob, which he started to grin as well.

"What is wrong with your faces?" I questioned, slowly becoming uneasy.

"We can go to the cafe, it's around Lunch hour already" Zach said looking at his watch, he doesn't have one.

"But we as in you." Jacob added.

My eyes grew wide, "Isn't Caleb making lunch already? I can eat here. Besides, it'd be rude to say no to food that was made for you." I rant.

Caleb then came out the kitchen with only two plates of food, giving one to Jacob and Zach.

"Shouldn't you be getting yourself cleaned up?" Caleb questioned, wiping his hands on a paper towel.

"What am I supposed to say? Or do?" I mumble.

"Just be yourself." Zach smiled, food still in his mouth. "Now shoo, go get dressed, I'll walk you with you there." He dismisses me with his hand.

I stumbled my way to our room. I open the closet door and scan through the clothes.

What's wrong with what I have on? I ask myself, looking down at my clothes. Now I know what they meant, currently wearing fuzzy grey pants, with bunny slippers, and a white tank top.

"You know, the clothes aren't going to wear themselves." Zach chuckled.

"Yeah, sorry. I can't decide what I want to wear." I say, going through the clothing rack.

"Well lucky for you my friend, I know nothing of fashion, so we will figure this out together." He clasp my shoulders.

*

After 20 minutes, we finally put together an outfit. A black long sleeve, dark blue denim jeans, and black shoes.

"Look at that! We are an amazing duo." He raises his hand for a high five, which I give him.

"I guess I look nice. But don't you think this shirt is a bit tight though?" I pull the hem of the shirt, which sticks back to my skin, like a second skin.

"It's to show him that you hit the gym, and that you have great stamina." He winks.

"Why would that matter?" I asked, and how would you see stamina through a shirt?