Pizza Pizza ( an erasermic rewrite)

Conincedence?

"Excuse me?" Shota was taken aback by the sudden compliment. "I um,hehe" the boy in front of him laughed nervously."Cash or card?" it was the only thing that he could spit out . The boy in front of him fumbled in his wallet. " Cash, yea cash i guess" he says handing him a ten and a five. "Thank you, enjoy your food" shota said with a not so convincing customer service smile. He nearly ran to his car. Out of all the things customers have said to him, why did that one have to hit so hard. Maybe it was the fact that the boy he just delivered was so damn attractive. He thought he was seeing god himself.No one has ever said anything like that to him, before. Especially not straight to his face. He must've been so red. " God why me?Why today?".

Shota got home ( finally). He couldn't get his mind off the stupid boy he delivered pizza to. " Maybe a shower will get my mind off him," Shota thought to himself as he unlocked the door to his apartment. Walking sluggishly to his room, shota peeled off his dirty uniform and threw it to the corner to eventually get washed.

His hand gripped the cold shower tap and turned it around till the water was lukewarm. The sound of the shower roaring through the echoey bathroom walls. He carefully lifted his leg over the wall of the tub and emerged himself in the stream of warm water from his shower. After washing himself Shota stepped back out of the tub onto the matt he had laid on the floor in front of the shower prior to when he got in. A large sigh flew out of him as he realized he once again forgot to set out a towel for himself. He set one foot of the mat and kicked the mat forward towards the shelf where he stored the towels. He carefully lemp onto the mat so he didn't get the floor wet. After he wrapped himself snuggly in the towel and walked out back into his room. After drying himself off decently enough shota grabbed a pair of boxers and a loose fitting t-shirt and jumped into his messy bed.

Shota woke up face down atop his messy sheets. Glancing at the clock he realized it around 2 in the morning. His tiredness betrayed him and immediately his mind jumped to the interaction he had with that golden shining prize of a man he delivered pizza too, truthfully he hadn't stopped thinking about him, his "mind clearing" shower only sent him deeper into the thought of him. "Uuhhhhhhhhhh" he groaned in exhaustion pulling himself under the covers. " You saw an attractive person for two seconds, get a hold of yourself!" he said while whacking himself lighty in the forehead with every word. Shota shoved his face into the pillow and daydreamed until he finally fell into a proper sleep.

Shota woke up upside down on his bed. His t-shirt was rolled up all the way to his shoulders and he was cuddling one of his pillows. The alarm clock blared in his ear. The repetitive beeping noise pierced through his head. It was the only way to get himself up everyday."fuck me" shota slowly pushed himself up by his arms and sat criss cross atop his bed. He rubbed his eyes and picked out the little crusty thing that conjured in the corners well he sleeping. Maybe it was gross but shota enjoyed picking those little crustys' from his eyes. It was always oddly satisfying to him, picking anything really was satisfying. He picked at his skin, his scalp ,random objects, nothing was safe.

Begrudgingly, shota got out of his bed and started to do some household chores. Work started at 3 so he had plenty of time to wash his uniform. He scooped his giant pile of clothes off the floor and heaved it over to the small laundry room in his apartment. It was really convenient to have an in -home washer and dryer. It buyed him a lot of time not having to walk to the laundromat. He threw the giant pile of clothes into the small hole of the washer and shoved it down into the crevices. He put detergent in and slammed the lid shut. Shota pushed the button to start the cycle then moved onto his next task.

"Bwading!" his phone beeped in from the next room. Shota walked through the hallway into his room and flipped his phone over so it was facing up. He pushed his middle finger down on the home button and the phone unlocked showing him a text from Nemuri. Nemuri was like a sister to him, they had grown up together. They lived across from each other in a small poor neighborhood and played in the woods behind his house all day. Even into shota teenage years he had played in those woods.Who said teenagers couldn't have a sword battle with sticks anyway? He glanced down at the text and skidded over the insanely long text he had been sent. In the text Nemuri stated she was invited to a house party near the city college. She asked if shota wanted to come with her. Considering he didn't really have anything to do after work he accepted her request. He did need to get out more, something Nemuri told him constantly.