The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 14

"We're in a war against love. It may not seem like a war but it is. A war against the love for power and money vs the love for peace and life. Chose life, chose peace, chose the right kind of love."
~Me, 2018.

The song above is probably one of my favorite songs but yeah, you should listen to it. Probably one of the only "rap" songs I'd actually listen to. Throw back to like 2012 or something.

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"Are you going out today?" Elvis asked in a deep voice. Well his normal voice.

"Yep! I have some stuff to take care of."

"What stuff? You're only 7 years old." Elvis asked laughing. Wesley must of done something to get Elvis to back off. "Okay, okay but be back before 7, that's when the dinner starts and I want you to be there."

"But-"

"But I let you go out all the time and you're only 7." Elvis said, the sound of a door opening caught my attention. "Be back by 7 and keep your pager on your."

"Maybe if you just got me a phone-"

"Have fun, be safe, if anything happens I'll kick their ass."

"Okay! Don't have to curse!" Wesley said with a laugh. They must have kissed each other on the cheek and with that she left.

I slowly arose from the couch and remembered watching some Pixar movie, crying, and falling asleep. Elvis's face showed up in front of me and I couldn't help but smile.

"Morning. I made food." He said simply and walked away, I followed after him and look down.

I was wearing his sweat pants and not a top. When did this happen? But the food smells so good, what is this? I know Roger and Cecilia makes good food.

Does everyone know how to cook?

"What time is it?" I asked sitting down on the island. Elvis smiled and served me three pancakes. He looked nice, showered and everything. Why was he wearing a button up shirt? And a tie? But jeans so it can't be that fancy. "And what's going on?"

"It's 5:30 in the afternoon, you sleep late for a second I thought you died or something." Elvis said sitting down across from me after turning off the stove. "But I wasn't hungry until 4, so I made pancakes for you and Wesley."

"Where's Wesley?"

"Out."

He wasn't kidding.

"Why are you dressed so fancy? And where? Am I going to have to dress fancy? And are we going somewhere because I'd love to go outside and you know, smell fresh air." I said shoving a pancake into my mouth. He still hasn't allowed me outside but my wounds are healing nicely, a bruise or two left.

Elvis raised an eyebrow and started to cut his pancakes into neat squares. He smiled and plopped onto into his mouth by the time I was finished with my three.

"Well, happy Thanksgiving. And your friends are going to becoming around 7, I said 6:30 to them this morning but yeah. You called them yesterday, remember? I called them back for a follow up." Elvis quickly explained, finishing up and taking our plates to the sink. I looked at him confused.

"Then why are you dressed so fancy?" I asked burping and drank the orange juice he fed me. "Excuse me."

"Because it's a fancy dinner. Starting at 7." He said looking at the clock that now read almost 6, not literally but I'm confused on how to tell time.