And I will try to fix you

The Delivery Boy

Brian knew he was getting bad again.

He laid in a near comatose state for the 5th day in a row. Not moving from his bed unless to use the loo or get a glass of water. Even that was a struggle. His phone died two days ago and he still hasn't put it on the charger. Not that it matter, no one was checking in on him anyways.

He stared at the ceiling for several hours, before peeling himself from the bed. He put his phone on the charger, grabbed clean clothes, and walked to the bathroom. He placed his towel and clothes on the counter and took a look at himself for the first time in five days. His curls were in one giant know at the back of his head, his eyes blood shot from crying and not sleeping, and he could probably suffocate himself with the bags under his eyes.

Disgusted with his appearance he pulled himself away, stripped his clothes, and jumped into the hot shower. The warm water hitting his skin like a hug he desperately needed. He poured a generous amount of shampoo in his hand before lathering it into his scalp. He had no conditioner. So dumb you can't even remember to buy conditioner, he thought to himself. He scrubbed his body raw with body wash and a loofah before stepping out. Once he dressed himself, he looked in the mirror and still felt like dying. But at least I don't stink, he said giving himself finger guns before leaving the bathroom.

He grabbed his nearly charged phone and turned it back on. He was right, no one contacted him. Unless you count his parents sending him money, which he doesn't. They'd rather send him money than acknowledge the fact that he's gay and depressed. Don't blame them, he thought.

He looked through his pantry and fridge, finding only expired cheese and stale cereal. You don't even have tea? Fuckin no good lazy sod, he thought before sitting down. He knew he couldn't go outside yet, so he pulled up the grocery store app and placed an order; Tea, milk, sugar, prepacked salads, and conditioner. He always over tipped when he did this. He felt bad making someone else do this for him. Since he was too pathetic to do it himself. He knew he needed more, but this was good enough. He hit confirm order and waited for his delivery person to message him.

Ping!

Hi Brian! I'm Freddie your delivery man. Should be there in about 15 minutes! Please let me know if you have any special request. See you soon, darling!

Brian raised an eyebrow at the overly excited text message. Who could be this happy to deliver groceries? He wanted to text him back just because he craved conversation. Who would want to talk to you? No one likes you, he thought to himself. He decided against it and waited for the knock. He only had to wait 13 minutes and 45 seconds.

Brian opened the door and there stood Freddie. A beautiful dark haired man holding a small shopping bag.

"Hello, Brian! I have your requested items!" He said letting himself in the flat. Brian was taken back by how assertive this man was.

"Thanks, you can just put the bag on the counter." Brian shrugged.

"Nonsense, I'll help you!" Freddie said putting away the 4 items in the kitchen, leaving the conditioner for Brian to put away. "Darling, you should've ordered more food. Food is good for you and good for the soul!"

He could see Freddie looking at the state of his flat and knew the beautiful man was thinking either drug addict or depressed. It was trashed and had a stale smell. He had never been so embarrassed. "Not much energy to cook, Fred." Brian said, mentally punching himself for giving the delivery boy a nickname.

Freddie's eyes lit up. "Only friends call me Fred. So I guess were friends."

"When I had friends, they called be Bri." Brian said aware he sounded pathetic.