The Lemon Pill (boyxboy)

Chapter Three: Pajama Union

CHRIS'S

The drive on the way to The Stallion took us three hours long; however, our way back home was unfortunate. Since the afternoon was seizing, most work hours were ending.

When we reached home, Scott invited me for dinner at his house. He doesn't want to be left alone at their house with his maids. His mom has been out with his stepsister and about for the past few days and this week, his mom will be gone for a while.

That's why he would always invite me over for dinner, and yes, I don't want him to be alone because if I deny his offer, he would break in my house in the middle of the night.

"Dinner at my place, alright?" he asked me as he packed his car in their parking lot.

"Is that a question, or an order?" I asked sarcastically.

"An obligation," he said, nearing bis face on mine. "You better be here by eight," he said.

"Yeah, I'm just going to take a shower..." I said as I left his car and walked to my house, carrying my new suit and shoes.

I walked into my house and saw my parents on the couch watching TV.

"Hey guys," I said, moving closer to kiss my mom.

"Fancy suit," my dad said, pointing the suit cover.

"Scott bought it, everything," I said. "I'm gonna take a shower, I'm having dinner at Scott's."

"Sure dear, me and your dad are finished having dinner," Mom said. "But I still have a few batch of cookies, you can bring that with you."

"Sure, thanks," I said.

I got to the shower and got dressed right after. Then I received a text message from Scott.

Fartington: Come in your pj's

Me: What? Why?

Fartington: We're having an orgy.

Me: Should I bring my dad?

Fartington: Gross, I was kidding sleepover. We're watching The Exorcist.

I changed my clothes and got my pj's on. This wasn't the first time I'd go on a sleepover, and everytime I walk into the road wearing pj's, I couldn't help but feel awkward despite few or no neighboring civilians present.

"Why are you wearing pj's Chris?" Dad asked as I walk into the living room.

"Sleepover," I replied.

"Okay, have fun."

I walk into the road holding tray of chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies, wearing white and blue pj's.

I couldn't make it less awkward, trust me.

I knocked on Scott's door and I heard him coming.

"Welcome to-" he said, but I immediately cut him. He was wearing his green pj's, holding a glass of scotch.

"Yeah, cut the shit," I said, entering his house and going straight to the kitchen to place the tray of cookies.

"Mother made treats," I said.