psycho //boyxboy

pool boy

I buckled my seat belt and turned off my phone.

Traffic wasn't that bad today,considering the fact that traffic jams are a daily occurrence.

I drove past Chipotle and didn't even look back.That shows how eager I was to get home.

Finally I pulled up to the large black gates of my neighborhood and typed in the code;20474.

After an annoying buzzing sound,the gates pushed opened.

I just parked in the driveway,too lazy to open the garage.

I left my bag in the car and pulled my key out of my pocket.The same Mickey Mouse key I've had since I was ten.

The smell of lasagna welcomed me.I could hear water running in the kitchen.This was kind of weird,considering the fact that neither of my parents are home at this time,or even close to it.

I turned the corner and walked into the kitchen.My dad,and very cluttered counters.

"Hey dad." I said,trying to make sense of what was going on.

My mom usually does all of the cooking.Not because she has to,but because my dad isn't the best at it.

He turned the water off and wiped flour off of his cheek.

"Oh hey Cam!I didn't even hear you come in."

When I said that the counters were cluttered,that was an understatement. They were an absolute wreck.

"Care to explain,this." I said,pointing at the empty cans,piles of flour and spilt sauce that stained the counters.

My dad looked at me and laughed.

"Today's me and your mother's anniversary.So I got off of work early and stopped by the store to get things to make her a special dinner."

I forgot today was their anniversary.But in my defense,I can barely remember my own birthday.

I turned around and looked out at our back yard.

"Has that always been there?"

I asked,referring to the sparkling blue pool.

"Do you not recall the eight guys running in and out of the house all week building the pool I told you about last month?"

he answered,the sound of sarcasm lingering in his voice.

Oh yeah.Like I said,my memory sucks.

I squirt some whipped cream into my mouth and head upstairs.

"Oh yeah,Cam,"my dad began,placing a cake in the oven and pulling off his baking mitts.

"Your mother and I are going to be flying to Italy tonight and we're staying for the weekend.Now I need you to take care of the house for two days,okay?"

I smirked at the thought of being home alone all weekend.

I nodded and continued upstairs.

I stripped down to my boxers and started the shower.Steam poured out of the bathroom,instantly fogging the mirrors.

I stuck my hand in the water to make sure it wasn't too hot.

I pulled off my boxers,started some music and stepped in the shower.

The hot water running down my chest was the most relaxing thing I've felt all day.

I hung my head low and let the water soak my hair.I rubbed my hands over my face,down my back and to my waist.