Loving my feral one

ch_6: Xion: "the cleanest man on earth"

I ended up dropping the damn soap on the floor. Ugh! I swear, this caller's gonna catch these hands. My ringtone's been straight-up assaulting my ears for like half an hour. Picking up the dented soap, I put it back on the rack. “I should just get some body wash, man. Rubbing a bar of soap on my fine self is just abuse, you know? If that's Leon calling, I'm gonna wreck that dude. Can't you take a hint? If I ain't picking up, it means I can't, you ultimate goofball!”

After taking what feels like forever, I step out of the shower feeling like the freshest dude on the planet. My feet all wet as I strut into the only room, leaving a mini pool behind me. I ain't using a towel. Honestly, I haven't seen my towel since I moved in here. It's MIA. The ringing phone gets me so riled up that I put off checking it and just flopped onto the bed instead. My cool, damp hair against the warm, dry sheets.

I can hear the text notifications coming in now. It's probably bro, bored out of his mind. Letting out a yawn, I roll onto my side and chuck the phone away. Not in the mood to listen to him babble. Lying there, yawning out of my skull, I rack my brain trying to figure out what to do. Can't even use my phone, it's still buzzing. Not a single idea pops into my head.

Cracking my neck, trying to psych myself up to do my schoolwork. Stomping around the room for a bit, I check the pile of clothes. There it is. I throw the bag on the bed and flop down... Only for a bunch of books to come tumbling down on me. Along with wrappers, chocolates, and more wrappers. Ugh! Thanks a lot, you hamster!

Lying on my stomach,  I stare at the equation lovingly, hoping for it to seem any less thorny. Hm... I can't wrap my head around you, you little punk 'x'. Trying to figure out the value of 'x', I flip the notebook and check the teacher's solution.

My thick textbook goes flying across the room and smacks into the wall, followed by a bunch of other books. stuffing my face with bro's leftover chocolates I drop my heavy head onto the sheets. Ugh! Screw all these equations. My head's starting to pound! I chuck my empty bag on the floor too. No one's here to complain about the mess anyway.
Forgetting about the phone, I get up. My back's killing me. This mattress is way too flat.

Rubbing my face, I drag my feet into the kitchen as my stomach rumbles. After rummaging through the drawers and cabinets I plop down on the floor, the taste of that greenish stuff still lingering in my throat, my back against the wall. I deserve to eat something good, but from the looks of it - am I broke? There's nothing in here. Should I call bro and go grocery shopping with him? Tapping my feet, I chew my lip. But I've been ignoring him because I didn't feel like hearing him out and now -

A moment later, I find myself standing in the middle of nowhere. Have I been living in this part of the city my whole life? I'm out in the streets with two dark alleys in front of me and two behind me, and I haven't got a clue which one I came from. Was it always this dark at night? Squinting my eyes, my fingers in my flip-flops turning cold as I try to focus and see what lies beyond the darkness in the alley ahead of me. I see nothing.

A slightly cool night breeze hits me. Leaves on the trees start rustling. Beads of sweat popping up on my skin. Clenching my fists, I stand there, feeling like I'm about to get my organs harvested tonight.
Crossing my arms, I try to play it cool. Haha, lol. Not even she gets my heart racing this fast. How can I not recognize a thing just because it's dark? I walk through these streets for school every single day!

Tiptoeing towards a bush just behind me I find some comfort hiding in the shadows. Wishing someone could come and rescue me, I start picking at my nails a little too hard. Ouch! But how embarrassing would it be? I'm a dude. Dang! why is this neighborhood so quiet though? It's so quiet that it feels like my vision is being played with no audio except monotonous and loud sounds of crickets chirping. Ribbits.

I have no idea what I should do. Suddenly,  remembering Jesus I close my eyes, throw my neck back, and flutter my eyelids open. All I see are bright stars and more stars up in the sky. Useless! I still can't see my way. And where the heck is the moon? It's night! It’s supposed to be in the sky!
Should I sniff the scent of lavender and try to follow it back? The soap I just used was lavender, but considering how much I've sweated already, it's a weak option. If I can get back in one piece, I'll have Bro put me on lockdown because I deserve it! And my butt should be whipped with a belt too. Only then will I learn my lesson.

Can’t bro come here now though? He pops his head anywhere anytime! I feel betrayed because as my bro, he should have sensed that I was in danger and should have been here already! I should call that jerk!