Levitate (An Andy Leo x Dave Escamilla story)

Levitate - V

I woke up the following morning with dried blood caked on my face, small red patches cracking and flaking off as I began to move my facial features.

"Fuck." I sighed, grabbing for my glasses before climbing out of bed and stumbling my way to the dingy off colored bathroom, scrunching my nose in disgust at the sight of the grunge that was now accumulating up the creases of the walls. I flicked on the light and began hissing at the brightness of the yellow lulling bulb. I turned the hot water knob and began filling my hands with water, bringing my face down to the small collection of water and dipping my face in it. I began to scrub a bit roughly and watched as the red water turned pink, and eventually clear once again. I pulled my glasses off, placing them on the ledge of the white counter as I began to pull my shirt over my head and on to the floor. I examined my body closely, running my hand over the center of my chest along with my abdomen. I began to flick at the protruding bumps that were my ribs and cocked my head to the side as I looked to the pointed erect patches of skin that were my hip bones. I closed the bathroom door and walked to the shower side, turning the hot water faucet on high before stepping away, allowing it to warm up.

Ollie was bulked up by your age.

I rolled my eyes at the statement before grabbing a towel from the linen closet and dropping my boxers, placing the towel on the toilet lid before stepping into the scalding hot water. I grit my teeth at the sudden burst of pain that was now shooting through my arms and upper body.

"Fuck." I hissed, keeping my place under the cascade of boiling water. I grabbed for the shampoo, lathering it in my hair and sighing in pleasure as my nails began to scratch against my scalp. Thirty minutes later I found myself tiptoeing out of the shower, shaking the water out of my hair as I draped the towel around my waist. I returned to the front of the now fogged mirror, wiping away the water to reveal the image of myself looking back at me.

"Andrew, baby! Twenty minutes!" I heard my mother's voice call. I rolled my eyes and trudged back to my bedroom, the blanket fluttering back into its normal stance once I had stepped in. I pulled my boxers on before dropping my towel and searching for a shirt. I looked at the miscellaneous objects loitering on top of my dresser, pushing them into their organized place before re-adverting my attention back to the drawer of shirts, each one neatly folded and piled four high before a new stack was made. I don't know why my brain worked the way it did, but they had to be perfect. You could call it OCD, but I call it a need for excellence. The mess fucking drives me nuts if it isn't organized. I pulled on a striped dark blue and yellow shirt before grabbing at my black jeans and snatching a matching pair of socks from their drawer.

Right sock, left sock. No, left isn't right. Start again. Right sock, left. Fuck. The right one fell. Okay, Andrew. Try left sock first. Nope. Wrong. Just wrong. Right sock, left sock. Good. Right shoe, tie the laces. Uneven laces. Take it off. Relace it. Start over. Cross the laces or make them straight bars? Cross them. Bars are lame. Okay bars. Relace the left. Nope. Wrong. Again. Wrong. Again. Wrong. Again. Wrong. New shoes. Clearly these ones aren't even worth it. Okay, Andrew left first. Fuck. No. Right. Right first. Right always first. Right. Now left. Adjust the tongue. Now fix the tongue of the right. Fuck. Okay, take it easy. Just tie the damn laces. Bunny ears or tuck them in? Are you fucking five? Okay, tuck them in. Right first. Tied and tucked. Now for the left. Fuck, uneven laces again. Start over. Take off the fucking socks.

"Andrew, baby." I heard my mother call. I sighed and threw the shoe down, looking up at her with a face that surely showed my defeat.

"Yes?" I asked with a sigh, my eyes fluttering shut as I hung my head. She came to my side, dropping to the floor and grabbing one of the shoes.

"Here." She smiled sadly, handing me a piece of gum. I unwrapped the piece and neatly folded the wrapper into a small square, popping the minty substance into my mouth before looking at the wall. I looked at the wall so I wouldn't try to correct her or fix any of the mistakes. The gum was for grinding my teeth. She pulled the laces tight before tapping my knee and sighing.