The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 7

"Do as I say, not as I do."
~The honest truth (the authors note on the bottom sorta shows an example of what not to do with people).
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"Where are your parents?" I asked after a while of doing the project. Elvis shrugged his shoulders and threw over a bag of chips. I ripped them open, Salt and Vinegar? I've never heard of this.

They taste delicious! I've never tasted anything so good in my life! It's so good.

Salt and vinegar!

"I can't believe you actually like these chips." Elvis said shaking his head and shut his laptop. "Do you have to be home at a certain time?"

I looked at the counter clock he had and it read 11pm. Yikes. Good thing my parents are not here or else they would have had my ass on the telephone line.

"Nope." I said smiling and stood up, all my bones cracking on the way up. I sound like those animals on animal planet. Do humans work the same way? If you make a flashy entrance and performance, they'll mate with you? I know girls use to like it when I put effort into my appearance just for them but that was just to get some. What do I do if I actually like them?

"Damn." He said laughing. I stretched and looked around his large, large, large, Oh my god large.

It's so big.

There was a bed in the middle of it, a big one that's called King sized. There was a desk next to it in the corner and then a tv directly across the bed, it had two controllers below it, just hanging.

I've never actually played on those. I use to play the Atari.

Then on the opposite side of the entrance door, two doors. One was a walk in closet and the other was a large bathroom with its own toilet, shower and jacuzzi. It's large in there to.

The rest of the house remains unseen, but I saw about 6 cars inside the garage. All fancy sports car. And of course, Elvis's Range Rover.

"Are you sure your parents won't be worried about you?" He asked standing up next to me. Why is he so worried? It's just 11pm, my parents use to be concerned if I was home at 11 and not like 3am. Then again, they'd kick me out because of....

No. I can't.

"Where are your parents?"

"Touché." Elvis said with smirk and opened the door. "Do you want to eat something?"

I looked down at my flat stomach and shrugged. "Sure."

"So, hows your life?" Elvis asked awkwardly as we entered the kitchen. I jumped onto the swirly stools inside the kitchen island. It's huge! There's a chandelier like a few feet away from me. This is unbelievable.

"Boring. Extraordinarily boring except for this one guy who keeps on showing interest in me even though I have no idea why since he, you know, has a what do you call her? A girlfriend?" I joked, pulling a genuine smile the whole time. Elvis laughed and took out a pan. "And now he's going to get into my heart through food."

"Shut up! I'm hungry, I don't have to feed any to you, Tramp."

"Tramp? Oh no, what are you going to make? Pasta? Red sauce? If you do, please put lots of garlic and maybe we can even share the same plate to save...plates." I joked again wanting to slap myself because I'm so funny. I can be a comedian.