Her Other Half (Boyxboy)

Episode 11

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. Ringing like it’s telling me to run because a tsunami is coming or something. Yeah, yeah. Notice the exaggeration.

Whatever. I pressed the snooze button and sat up. With a hard pounding head, I decided to stand up and glance over to my mirror attached to my closet door. Well, it’s not literally a room of clothes, I just want to call it a closet. It’s just a cabinet.

I yawned and stretched. I am so damn tired.

I rubbed my eyes, fighting the sleep off.

What time is it? I thought to myself.

I shrugged. I walked to the window and drew the curtains open.

I was like seeing the sun for the first time. The light just rushed through my window, as it always does, and I realize it was like passed six o’clock.

I took a random zombie walk around my room until my alarm just bursted off again.

Jeez, that was quick.

By then I knew it was 6:30 and that I had to prepare for school.

I yawned at the thought of school.

Nah. I dusted off that negative thought and brought myself to the brighter side. The brighter side is that it’s going to be the last week of the semester and that means we have a two week break of school-free days.

Except that I had to finish a project before the end of the week. With Joe. Damn it.

Why are there always bad sides of the good ones?

Do I even make sense right now?

No, no you don’t. No one makes sense this early in the morning. Except if you’re Einstein.

I decided to march off to the bathroom, and stupidly slammed the door.

I stayed in the shower for like fifteen minutes, singing All About that Bass the whole time.

I don’t know, I just love the song.

Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top. Cuz you know I’m all about that bass. ‘Bout that bass. No trouble.

After finishing my morning routines in the bathroom, I quickly changed into any random match of clothes I pick out of my ‘closet’.

I ended up wearing a pair of skin-tight pants paired with a plain white v-necked shirt. And as always, my two-year-old Chuck Taylors that I took care of. Just love the spunky vibe when I wear them.

“Good Morning, hunny.” Mom greeted me as I reach the kitchen.

“Is that pancakes I smell?”

“Yes, dear. Your favorite.”

I flashed mom my oh really smile. She stuck her tongue out in response. Me and my mom’s silly banters.  

“It’s a good morning indeed!” 

And with that said, I saw my mother laugh.

Just like every other morning when my mom cooks for us. We talk about nothing and everything. And it all starts with one question.

“So Robi, how’s school doing?”

“It’s great mom! Assignments and all those shits. But y’all get used to it,” I said with nonchalance laced in my words.

“Language young man,” my mom warned. But she is smiling. Guess she’s not mad after all.

“Haha, you still love me anyway.”