The Delivery (BoyxBoy) [Complete]

Chapter 4

I opened my eyes a little, only peaking out at the bright world around me. Suddenly, the night before came flooding back to me. Dream. That was a dream.

It had to be, right?

I groaned and sat up. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. "7:00" it read. I scrambled out of bed, mumbling profanities all the while. I had to be at school in an hour. 

I stood up and realized I was still in my clothes from yesterday. I had a slight headache pounding at my skull. I walked into the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and used the toilet. On my way out, I stopped to yawn and noticed my reflection in the mirror. There were bags under my eyes and my hair was very messy. 

I looked like crap.

I sighed and walked to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker so that I could at least have a cup of coffee before I left. I turned around, planning on going to take a quick shower, but something caught my eye. 

A lump on my couch, more specifically. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at it. This can't be real. This isn't happening.

I walked into the living room and looked at the lump on the couch. 

Lucas, I recalled. He was curled in a ball; the couch was too short for his long legs. A pang of guilt shot through me. His mouth was hanging slightly open and I could hear him breathing. I watched him for a moment, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't watching me back. He wasn't so intimidating while he slept. His sharp facial features seemed a little more forgiving, a little less confident. 

Suddenly, he began moving. I backed up a little but still watched him as he rolled over in his sleep. The blanket he was using fell to the floor. I sighed and walked to it. I picked it up and layed it back over him before turning around and walking to my bedroom.

I didn't feel like thinking about him right now, whether or not I could trust him. Whether or not he was actually a robot. Whether or not I was going to let him stay here alone today. Instead I walked to my dresser and pulled out some clean clothes. I carried them to the bathroom and sat them on the counter. I reached into the shower and turned on the faucet.

Once I was dressed, I walked out of the bathroom, wet shaggy brown hair falling around my face. The smell of coffee infiltrated my lungs, and I took a deep breath, smiling a little as I did so despite the fact that I would be tired of coffee by the end of the day. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a cup but stopped when I saw Lucas standing in front of the sink, staring out the window. 

I watched him for a moment, standing there in the morning light still in his t-shirt and underwear. I realized that I should probably let him borrow some of my clothes. 

"Um, hey," I began. "You can get some clothes from my room. Just try stuff on until you find something that fits..."

Lucas turned around and said, "Thank you," then walked past me into my room.

I watched him go, closing the door behind him, before turning back around and getting a cup of coffee. After I drank one cup, I went to get my bag ready for school. I had to leave in 10 minutes if I wanted to be on time. After my bag was ready, I walked into the bathroom and brushed my now dry hair, so I could look at least halfway presentable. 

As I walked out, my bedroom door opened to reveal lucas wearing a t-shirt with my old high school's logo on it that was a little big on him with a pair of my old basketball shorts that no longer fit me since I started riding my bike everywhere after high school. 

The outfit looked a bit awkward and out of place on Lucas, and the look on his face was priceless. He looked a tad uncomfortable, but was obviously trying not to show it. I supressed a grin and said, "Don't worry, we can go shopping after I get off work..."

Lucas looked down at himself then up at me sort of tentatively. 

"Look, I've got to go. Um, I know you said you don't have to eat or whatever, but feel free to have anything you can find. There's not really  much anyways, but.. yeah." I walked to the kitchen where my backpack was lying on the table. "I'll be back around 5:00. The T.V. remote is on the table next to the couch. Don't let anybody come inside." Lucas watched me pour coffee into a travel coffee mug and shove it into the holder on the side of my backpack. 

I walked to the front door and opened it, glancing at Lucas as I stepped outside.

"Bye, Griffin," I heard him say as I shut the door. 

I hurried down the stairs and found my bike. I unlocked the chain from around it and shoved it into the zipper pack on the front of my handle-bars. I hopped on and made my way to school.