Control (Boyxboy)

Chapter Two: Ballerina

Once I had made myself a plate of bacon and eggs, I found my way to the couch where I would no doubt spend the rest of my day. Em was on the phone with his older sister, but I was too busy with spongebob to tell him to say hello for me.

I'm guessing Michael already left this morning, since I know most people have to work an actual job unlike me. Not that my job isn't real, it's just not a profession like Michael. You see Michael is a contractor and his job is so important that he can't miss one day, according to Em that is. He helps build famous buildings that everyone talks about not that I can name one because personally I don't care.

I can't wait until I'm done with college so I can finally get on with my life and hopefully stop being babied by everyone. Em, Michael, and even my stupid parents. Not that they care where I am, or what I am doing but when they did they never let me go out at all.

"Benji, I'm going out for a bit, are you going to be okay alone?" he asked.

"Of course I will, I am responsible after all!" I yelled and he just sighed, shaking his head at me.

"Okay, behave yourself now." he said before grabbing his coat and wallet before he left. I grumbled to myself, un-fucking-believable, he couldn't even trust me by myself? It's not like I was going to burn the place down or something! What a true friend he was!

I know he has been irritated with me lately since I "do nothing with my life except sleep, eat and work", his words to be exact. I know he wants me to have other relationships with other people, but he has a different personality than me. He also wants me to change how I talk to people, but I don't care what anyone else thinks of me. Being a sub, respect is a big aspect of his life and he just gets all cringey when I don't use it.

We've been best friends since I can remember, and I have a great memory. Due to being neighbors we hung out with each other all the time. I was at his house, he was at mine and so forth. High school we did everything together, and were with each other twenty four seven it seemed. The same goes up until recently but it still feels different as we move on with our lives and he spends more time with Michael and such.

I watched TV for more than two hours and I know this because I could hear it click on the wall annoyingly. I spent this time by looking through magazines and switching my eyes over to the TV from time to time. It was around one or two when I heard the buzz on the apartment.

I got up, despite wanting to continue being lazy and made my way to the door. I wonder if Em forgot his key, and needed in but I think he'd call me. I looked through the peep hole, seeing a pizza delivery guy on the other side holding what any boy hoped for in his life: pizza. Usually, I would be overjoyed that I had food but I never ordered any and Em usually brings food home to cook. Cause fast food is bad apparently. I opened the door anyway and smiled at the man who pulled the pizza out of the black sleeve thing.

He told me everything was paid for and yet I think he had the wrong apartment I still took it anyway. I shrugged anyway and closed the door, free pizza, never pass it up.

I carried my prize back over to my little area, and threw the snoopy blanket around my legs and switched the channel to dance moms. I was so bored, I could watch anything dramatic and it would surely make me happy to see someone else struggle.

Half the pizza box down and a 2-liter of Mountain Dew later, I was practically bouncing off the walls. I was bored more than ever and got up trying to do some of their dances. I can tell you now, I have never and I mean never taken a dance class in my life but hell I thought I was doing mighty fine. I leaped and turned, no doubt looking like a crazy lunatic. I know I was making myself look stupid as I twirled around and kicked the air, doing it better than I thought I would which is a bonus on my part. I didn't break anything, also a bonus, and even used my facial expressions like they used.