Calling Affection (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1        

Oliver's POV

It was closer to the end of the school day than the start, but I had just woken up.

I sighed. I did have school today, but there was no point in going, so I didn't. I hadn't gone the past few days, either. Partly because school was pointless and I hated it, but mostly because I was suffering from influenza.

Yep. The cursed flu.

I was just trying to be polite, offering to share my textbook with the forgetful-ass dumbass that sat beside me in chemistry, and it was just my luck that she spent the whole class sneezing and coughing on me like she was being paid to do so.

That's what I get for being nice? The flu? God, I hate high school.

A resurgence of the painful throbbing in my skull made me groan into my pillow. I rolled over on my tiny bed, teetering on the edge, curling into myself. For Christ's sake. Since when was the flu supposed to hurt so damn much?!

I just wanted to graduate so that I could live a mediocre life in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere, with a mediocre job and salary, surrounded by shitty anime figurines and takeout.

Clearly, ladies and gentlemen, I had high ambitions with my life. But this flu was gonna take me out before I could even reach attain the glory of being a NEET that I aspired.

I flopped over again, this time smacking my face into the crappy romance novel I thought it would be fun to read to make fun of.

It wasn't even good for that. The fruitless pursuit of the glorified, idealized 'happy ending' got on my nerves about 25 pages in. I didn't even get to the actual shitty romance part of it yet.

Having dreams wouldn't get you anywhere, and the main character pissed me off. I would have thrown the book had I the energy to. And why was she so sad that nobody attended her grandfather's funeral? The less people affected by someone's death, the better, right?

Or perhaps not, I mused. Misery loves company.

The doorbell rang, startling me off the edge of the bed. Cursing, I lifted myself off the floor.

Misery may love company, but I certainly did not. Not when I was sick and cranky.

Halfheartedly, I trudged down the stairs to the front door and grimaced at the sickly reflection in the mirror by the door. Yikes. I'd give myself a seven-point-five on a good day, but today I was a solid two.

But I didn't need to clean up for a deliveryman. God knows why Mother was constantly ordering crap from the shopping channel. It wasn't like she had any friends or a husband to show off those trashy diamond earrings to.

Another ring of the doorbell reminded me that the world wouldn't wait for me to feel better. Pushing through a slight bout of nausea, I opened the door, the fake polite expression freezing on my face as I saw A... Ashley? Was that her name?

"Hey Oliver!" greeted the girl. I smoothed out my facial expression, subtly wiping away the drool on the side of my face. Softening my smile, I leaned against the door-frame.