Get a Life (boyxboy)

Chapter 3 - Getting in the Game

Chapter 3 – Getting in the Game

We all know of the game and can't deny that one way or another we are drawn into it. It can be the game of baseball where first base is French, second is feel, third is finger, and fourth is…well screw. As someone who bats for the other team I have discovered that it is usually harder to get into the game than it is to get out. I also discovered that Baseball metaphors and me, don't get along.

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"He caught you ogling him?" Colby gasped as she took some toast out of the toaster and placed it on a plate. Colby brought the plate to the table and scrunched up her lip in worry for her friend.

"Yeah, I ogled, he saw, he…well he looked uncomfortable." Ben explained. He couldn't quite describe the look on Peter's face. It was an awkward look that Ben couldn't decipher himself.

"How so?" Colby leaned on the counter as Ben took a bite of his toast.

"Like, constipated," Ben shrugged, he couldn't think of anything else and put his hands on his head. "I feel like I am in a whole different playing field with these British guys." Ben knew how baseball worked, soccer, or football, wasn't his forte.

"Is Ben complaining about Camera Boy again?" Gwen picked up on the conversation as she exited the bathroom in her hotel uniform. A tight knee length skirt and green sports jacket. Gwen also had her brown hair pulled back into a tight bun which a few frizzy strands stuck out.

"He does have a name you know, Peter…a holy name." Ben added, thinking that this statement would please his mother. He could see her holding a bible to her chest as he spoke. "I feel like English people are harder to get with."

"I thought they were easier, I mean that one…" Gwen spotted Colby shaking her head ferociously. The point came across like a train hitting a deer and splattered onto Gwen's face with such velocity it almost knocked her back.

"You have already slept with someone," Ben whimpered turning around and glaring at his roommate. The normal looking Average-Joe guy not only felt left out from his friends not sharing but also embarrassed that he had yet to succeed under the sheets.

"No, course not," Gwen shook her head and left. "Colby, you need to find a job and stop mooching off of us." Gwen pointed at the blond haired girl who had been unpacking and setting up all week.

"Today, today I stop slacking and sightseeing and…" Colby laughed she couldn't even believe the bull crap which flooded so freely out of her mouth. Colby had a way of brightening up a room. Her brown hair had been pulled back into a loose hanging pony tail and she held out the second plate of toast for Gwen. "Okay, I will cut the bull crap and actually look."

Gwen eyed the cooked bread curiously then shook her head. "Why do I want that when I can mooch gourmet food from the buffet at the hotel? Shall I try and sneak some stuff back for you guys tonight." Gwen said her black high heals clacking on the wooden floor.

"Oh if you can, I don't want you to get in trouble." Colby pointed out as she bit into the toast. Colby knew Gwen was more rebellious than her and was frightened a little bit for her friend.

"I will just tell them I am pregnant with twins," Gwen waved her hand like it was nothing then paused at the door. Her hand stuck to the doorknob and her feet glued to the floor. She let out a little chuckle and in a cheery voice which could almost be confused with Colby's she shouted out. "I am eating for three now," as she jolted out the door and shut it behind her.

Colby and Ben glanced at each other and Ben took a bite of his toast. He liked leaving late and arriving home late. Yeah, it was a tough schedule, but he could afford to take his time with breakfast. Ben became acquainted with the idea of starting out the day with a good meal. In the past he hated how his father was so persistent that he ate. He would spend his mornings sleeping in and eating a hardy breakfast. Ben would get ready for work then read the first page of the newspaper. This routine became common and he would save the rest of the paper for his tube ride.