The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree

One

"You've got this baby." Theodore came into view and started brushing his teeth in only his boxer briefs.

"Ugh. You're supposed to say, "Don't worry baby, I can take care of you. Feel free to quit whenever you're ready." like a good boyfriend." I sarcastically said, only half meaning it because it would be nice to not have to worry about working in customer service anymore but I'm all about independence.

"I thought I was a good boyfriend. Seemed that way twenty minutes ago when you had your thighs wrapped around my head." He spit out the toothpaste and began to rinse.

"Not what I meant but now I'm on the verge of being late." I hurriedly shoved my belongings into my bag. Everything I'll need for my evening class later as well as a few other random things.

I quickly gave Theodore a kiss on the cheek as he climbed back in bed.

"Keys, keys, keys..." I searched the counter and table by the door that was meant to have a dish where we keep our keys but someone decided to use it as an ashtray instead. And by someone, I mean, Nyla and her boyfriend.

They always get high and then get the munchies and she swore up and down they would stop getting high after they ate all three containers of my Ben and Jerry's ice cream one day but they have yet to actually quit. As I was looking around for my keys, I felt someone watching me,

"Hey, you got a lighter?" Mason asked from the doorway of Nyla's bedroom. He was shirtless per usual with a cloth that he considers underwear to be covering his private parts. It's so thin, I feel like it's always playing peek a boo with me.

"No." There's a stack of mail on the table along with other random things scattered. I groaned, "Where are my keys? I left them on the entry table yesterday."

"Oh those!" He flicked the lighter in his hand but it was just sparking with no flame.

"Yes those. What did you do to them?" I was livid. I'm going to be late because he loves to play games with my personal belongings, hiding them and watching me scramble to look for them.

He's slowly becoming like an annoying older brother; always around, always leaving a mess, always hiding my things. I don't know why he gets entertained watching me get annoyed at him but it's getting on my nerves.

I know Theodore is here all the time as well but he's nothing like Mason.

Maybe I'm in a love induced bubble or maybe I'm actually dickmatized as Nyla likes to put it but Theo helps contribute with dishes, grocery runs, and he looks sexy doing it. What does Mason bring to this establishment?

"I didn't do anything to them smarty pants so you can relax. I was just going to say that I saw them in the refrigerator." He began walking back into Nyla's room and I huffed, going to the fridge to find the keys that he most likely put there.

They were next to the butter.

Now off to my job at Panera Bread, the soul sucking place that people pile into for overpriced soup and sandwiches. The salads are okay and worth it in my opinion but everything else is overhyped.

Luckily I only have a six hour shift but then I have two back to back classes, each two hours and I already wanna be back at home cuddled in bed with Theodore.

-

It was after hours.

Also known as 9 pm.

I was finished with work and my classes for the day but was left to finish a lot of homework and discussion posts.

The school officially closes at 10 and there's a few classes still in session but I typically leave around 9:30 when the class right next to the student center gets out.

I don't want to walk to the parking lot alone at night.

I got a text from Theodore saying that he just got back to his apartment and that he loves me and to get home safe. All of the ooey gooey shit that I love to hear.

The 9:30 class that I usually wait for to get out, got out a bit early so I packed up my things and started walking with the crowd toward the parking lot to my car. Once inside, I locked the doors and sat on my phone for a bit, texting Nyla if she was at home and what she ate for dinner because I'm a little hungry myself but she sometimes brings me an extra slice of pizza from the dining hall.

After confirming that she did indeed bring me home dinner, I headed back to our apartment where I did more homework at my desk and ate the cold pizza that I didn't care to warm up because it actually tasted better this way.

Another hour went by before I decided to call it a night. I did my skin care routine and then took a quick shower before getting into bed. There were a lot of giggles and chatter coming from Nyla's room but with the help of my soundproof earbuds, I was able to get a peaceful night's rest.

I've decided to get some after her and Mason kept me up all night once, going at it round after round with no intent on stopping. She said I should try sex on ecstasy. She's way more experimental than I am. Her and Mason both are. I've only known half of the stuff that they do and it doesn't seem in my realm of knowledge or interest but maybe vanilla is just my cup of tea.

Plain missionary.

Theodore has never complained, although sometimes he likes me being on top but besides those two positions, we haven't really experimented.

He tried to fuck me from behind once but he slipped it into the wrong hole and I was done for the rest of the night.

But he loves missionary and so do I. As basic as it seems, you don't have to be doing acrobatics in the bedroom to have a good time. Vanilla is sweet.

Next semester, I want to get my own apartment. Or maybe even move in with Theodore. We've discussed it briefly even though it's only been a few months of us being together. But that's still a long road ahead so we haven't had a very serious talk about it. It is bound to come up again though so I'm not worried about it.

I have money saved up and will continue to save up more for the time being so if for some odd reason we aren't getting a place together by the next school semester or even the next school year, I'll be fine on my own.