The Cliché Lover

Chapter 2. The Meeting

Waiters Swans

Waiters knew that his life was nothing but an unaccomplished juggling between being a waiter and a good person. He had no special talents. He could do math but everybody knew math anyway; he could sing but he had stage fright because the world was a mean place and anybody up on the stage was always laughed at. He was a nobody unlike his twin brother Singers who was a manipulative gold-digger. But, he could not say bad things about him because they were brothers by blood and he loved his brother to death.

Waiters walked from his ex-workplace to his apartment. He was soaked from walking in the Manhattan rain and his body shivered in vulnerability. When he walked inside nothing but loneliness hugged him. He could not even afford a sex toy to fight it and he thought against of using his hands because...ahem..he wanted to be a good person. Good people wait in starvation for magical nights, especially when they are Virgins.

But, unfortunately, Waiters knew his Princess Charming was never coming for him. He checked his reflection in the mirror after washing his face : brown hair, heterochromatic blue-brown eyes, lavender coloured full lips that were pouting at the moment,  white straight teeth, abercombie-model-cheek-bones, a jaw-dropping jaw, sexy high forehead, perfect abs made of gold,  no armpit hair, a ludicrously perfect amount of chest hair, sexy perfect waist, belly button perfectly in the centre, perfect broad shoulders, perfect nose and perfect what-grows-in-the-pants-stays-in-the-pants that could make you weep and sing gospels. Some even said that he resembled Dominic Sherwood but he knew better than to believe their spiteful lies. They said that only to make him feel more miserable about his ugly looks, more miserable than he already was right now pouting at the mirror. He sighed. Waiters had never felt so disoriented in his life, thanks to the manger of The fluffing Empire. (Because good guys don't swear.)

He walked towards his bedroom which was his living room and kitchen too. There was no television but a laptop and a WiFi connection to obsess on Netflix and Icecream. Waiters loved icecream. Infact, nobody could touch his icecream and if they did he would turn into a complete racoon (He might have killed a woman or two before, just saying). However, before he could begin a movie marathon there was a knock on the door. Ofcourse who could it be but his brother at this hour. Waiters rolled his eyes and rushed to open the door.

"Hi!" Singers greeted enthusiastically

"Hi." Suddenly, Waiters felt nervous. What did Singers want? He had no money left to give to Singers for his lavish lifestyle.

"I got pizza." Singers chimed

This was very suspicious but what did Waiters know. He was just a naive, 25 year old good person.
"Uh..sure. Come in." Waiters let him in.

"Dude, you won't believe what happened today." Singers began as he plopped himself on Waiters bed. He wore nothing but a leather jacket that kept his six pack abs out for a show. Waiters felt awful about his slanky, slutty get-up. What happened to his sweet brother? They were so close and suddenly one day Singers became bold and slutty. He flirted around, walked shirtless and sometimes he even wore shorts that revealed the shape of his manhood.

"What happened?" Waiters asked out of curiosity

"Tim Jenkins asked me out. Finally." Singers grinned

"The music producer?"

"Yeah, bro."

Waiters huffed, then stared at him. He huffed again and stared at him. He huffed twice more and stared at him.