Rotten Liaison || Benny Rodriguez

Chapter 4

The tang of the lubricious walls was tantalizing. The buds were blissful with every sample of trace around the damp folds.....oncoming streams were rising vastly.......

Benny didn't wake up until 10:00 or so the next morning. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he inhaled deeply just having rose from his long slumber. The gold of the sunbeams reflected on his bedroom walls. He swung his legs to his side of the bed and slipped on his Adidas sandals. On his feet, he bent way back until his backbone cracked faintly. He did his daily stretches before rushing into the bathroom to clean up. As he scrubbed his teeth, he glanced in the mirror. The bags that were formally underneath his eyes had vanished and left a smooth surface. The healthy sleeping schedule and numerous school activity had made Benny's face look a lot better than he had expected it to be. After rinsing and spitting, he jogged downstairs.

The living room and kitchen was painted in morning light. Benny got a bowl from the wooden cabinet and fixed himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He trudged into the living room and flumped on the couch. The tv programs featured they're usual showings with new episodes of "CSI" and "Blue Bloods". Benny flipped it to Good Morning America to catch up with whatever was happening in this big world they all lived in. No recent event seemed to have caught his interest. They were mostly about criminals being locked up for robbery or the weather forecast. It was expected to have a lot of clear days and no rain anytime soon. By the time Good Morning America was replaced with another program, Benny had finished his breakfast. He put his bowl in the sink to wash later on. He returned to his room to pick out his outfit for the day. Since there was no school today, he chose to be non-caring for his wardrobe. He randomly selected an oversized light blue shirt and his black sweatpants. He was about to go with his pf flyers until his nose came across the horrible smell coming from inside them. Deciding to freshen them up this evening, he slipped on some clean white socks and his adidas sandals. Now that he thought about it, he had no one to hang out with this weekend. His idea of calling Bertram soon got rid of this thought. He went back into the living room and picked up the phone. Dialing his friend's number, he waited for a response from the other end. The line buzzed for a couple of seconds until a woman picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she asked. It was Bertram's mother.

"Hi, Mrs. Weeks. This is Benny. Um, is Bertram there?"

"Oh, hi Benny. No, Bertram's sleeping over at a friend's house for the weekend. He won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. Well, thank you Mrs. Weeks. Have a good day," said Benny with slight disappointment.

"No problem. Bye, Benny. Have a good one."

She hung up. Benny sighed seeing his opportunity to hang with a pal from school go by. The two boys had been very distant the past few months. When they were younger, Bertram was one of the first few kids Benny formed a friendship bond with. They went from sharing laughs and being goofy in elementary school to playing baseball in an old sandlot. Now, Bertram had joined the crowed of potheads and alcoholics. He had insisted Benny to tag along with him, though he didn't for he refused to fall into that category knowing it was going to do him some bad, ESPECIALLY since he was an athletic sport.

Running out of ideas, he decided to take a walk around town. He wanted to see how everything was doing considering that him being busy lately had kept him from going around buildings and society. So exiting his house, he made his way down the sidewalk. He glanced at houses on either side of him. Some sounded full while others were noiseless. The sun lit the entire neighborhood with wonderful illumination. So much so, that Benny had to squint his eyes. He wished he had taken along his sunglasses. Not many people were out that day, so the whole place had a lonely empty vibe to it. He walked on until he reached the first building in front of the burgh.