Living In Denial boyxboy

Netflix and "Chill" p2

Antonio's POV

When the doorbell rung, I did not expect Tori to be on the other side holding six huge pizza boxes that dwarfed her in size.

Her afro was a tangled mess and peeking over the box at me. Her arms were trembling from the weight of all those boxes and she was giving me a guilty look.

"If you guys were fucking I could always come back later." She said, a bad attempt at humor to lighten the mood, but I just gave her a droll stare.

"You're lucky I'm hungry." I told her, opening Goldy's door wider.

I didn't offer to carry any of the pizza, I just let her struggle into the house. After she was in, I closed the door and directed her into Goldy's living room. He was so engrossed in the show he didn't notice Tori until she dropped the pizza harshly onto the table and sat down.

"Awe y'all are watching the new season of Sense8 without me." She complained. Goldy glanced at her and said,

"That's life bitch," and I knew they'd made up.

So for the next few hours we just hung out, eating popcorn, pizza, candy, and ice cream. Having mini food fights, cursing at each other, laughing and having full out food fights.

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"Bye guys," Tori said. Her parents were wondering where she was, so we had to cut our time down.

Thirty minutes later, Goldy decided that it was time to get up and clean everything we had messed up.

He was like the perfect trophy wife, I thought as I watched him clean up the living room. Asking if I need anything and cleaning up everyone's mess.

He bent over to pick up a stray M&M and he groaned and dropped to his knees. I shot up in alarm and walked over to him, asking if he was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He told me. I helped him stand, he rubbed his back grimacing slightly.

"Has your back been messing with you a lot?" I asked. Something had to be wrong if it brought him to his knees.

"Not much."

"Do you know why?" I inquired.

"You kinda of knocked me down, when you were fighting Gayvion." He told me and I felt an overwhelming amount of guilt.

Was it because of my gay crush?

"Oh," was all I could say.

"It's okay, it was an accident." He tried to assure me.

I sighed before forcing him to sit down, as I started to clean the rest of the house.

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"No, I don't want one!"

"You're gonna take it." I said calmly.

"I hate you!" He said, but I knew he was going to adhere to what I was offering.

I picked up his light body, off of the couch and carried him upstairs to his room. He struggled and then groaned in pain.

I carefully placed him on his stomach, on his bed. Then I looked around his overly clean room. Goldy had a small case of OCD. I never really noticed before, but he does clean, a lot.

I found some lotion on his dresser, beside his tv. He had four rows of hygienic items. The first row deodorant, second lotion, third toothpaste, and fourth soap. I stared at it for a second, before walking over to Goldy.