From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 19: A Beautiful Mess

Toby narrates 

I woke up around two in the morning, i tried to go back to sleep but i couldn't. 

For the first time i'm all alone in the cabin, Masky and Hoodie had become fond of prostitutes and went to visit them one more night. 

Me, in the other hand, i refused to going back to a place like that. Last time everything that could go wrong went wrong... 

Anyways, i don't wanna think about that so i started to do things to keep my mind busy.

I turned the TV on but i found all channels boring, i tried to read a book but i couldn't focus and a threw it away. I'm beggining to feel frustrated, all this silence is desperate... and this feeling of loneliless.

I realized I was tapping my foot against the table leg repeatedly in impatience. What the hell, i don't need those two. 

Well, that's a lie, i'm a little lost without them. 

If they were here, Hoodie would probably be outside wandering around in the forest. And Masky would be drinking beer or smoking, telling me to get lost or to leave him alone... i hate when he does that, but it's kinda funny how repetitive he is. 

I lay back on the couch very relaxed but instantly certain words came to my mind.

"You're too skinny"

Bastard.

And stupid me, always influenced by his words, started excercising.

I can't let him keep mocking me, and worst thing is he is right, that idiot is always right.

30 push-ups, 20 sit-ups, and 15 squats... that's what i would have done if i weren't a lazy weakling who's also skinny. 

I only managed to do 10 push-ups and 10 sit-ups, but hey, i managed to do 15 squats. Now i want ice cream as a reward.

If i gave up now next thing Masky would tell me was what a failure i am, so i kept going.

I was excercising for an hour and half. 

Tired, sweaty and with my arms aching, i threw myself on the sofa.

I should've brought a bottle of water...

The sound of the door slamming against the wall made me jump in fright. 

Masky came in staggering, i hate seeing him like this.

—Oh, Rogers you're here...

—Yeah, i live here...

He let out a stupid giggle and ran his hand over his face. His gaze was trying to discern anything, trying to hide it but it was useless, from the couch i could smell the alcohol and weed.

—Where's Hoodie?

—Car... sleeping... —he replied, pausing between words— Whatever... —he made his way to the stairs as best he could, bumping into furniture and leaving the door open. 

—You're gonna kill yourself—i got up to help him.

As soon i moved a muscle a moan escaped my mouth. I'm considering leaving him to his fate and throwing myself on the couch again...

—You're my guardian angel... —he said after putting his arm around my shoulders to help him up the stairs.

—You make me wanna throw up—i narrowed my eyes and turned my face away as far as i could, how can he enjoy vices that leave you smelling like this?