Boy x Boy Short Stories

Talk About Rude

You ever have one of those days where you just don't know what to do with yourself? Nothing good on TV, no new episodes of your favorite show, nothing to do on the internet, no new book, no friends to hang out with. Nothing. You feel like a social introvert and just end up starring at the wall.

I was having one of those days.

I had gone to a party the night before, so I can't say I'm a total bum. But it was Sunday. I had zero motivation to anything and zero things that caught my interest. I was basically just a bump in my bed.

Eventually, my mother must have noticed, because, well, she notices everything (I'm convinced she's a witch, but not the bad kind though). So, like any self-respecting mother, she told me to get my lazy ass out of bed and go outside. I was, of course, appalled by the idea, but was forced to leave my humble abode and take the dog for a walk anyway.

The walk was supposed to be fairly pleasant. I planned on going up to this bakery/coffee shop that was about 3 miles from my house, and sit outside with Jack (my dog) and sip on a nice pumpkin latte, people watching. It was mid-fall. The leaves had all turned and fallen and Halloween was past, but the weather was still pleasant, if not a bit windy. Perfect day.

Well, it was until my plan completely failed, like most of my plans do.

I was just turning a corner, when I bumped into someone. Well, it wasn't really a "bump" it was more like a body slam into a wall of muscle, which ended up with me on my ass, which also lead to me releasing Jack's lease, causing the dog to run away like he was being chased by a panther.

So here I was, sitting on my ass, watching my dogs tail disappear around the corner. Now, I know what you're thinking "You idiot, don't just sit there. Go after the dog!" and I whole heartedly agree with you. And I would have. Except for the fact there was a huge, very immobile and very handsome guy standing above me, and for some reason my brain went caputz.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked.

"Do I look okay?" I asked from the ground, a bit rude I know, but the guy was kind of an ass. No "I'm sorry," no "Here, let me help you up." Just a quirked eyebrow.

"Sorry man, didn't see you there" he said, still not bothering to help me up or apologize.

"Oh, no it's okay. I mean, it's totally possible to not see a lanky teen with a 100-pound golden retriever walking in plain daylight in the middle of the side walk." I say, still sitting on the ground. I really should get up, but I was also kind of not looking forward to hunting down Jack.

"No need to chew my head off. But really, it was your fault for not paying attention." And he still had that fricking eyebrow quirked.

"My fault? My fault?! Who's the one sitting on his ass on the concrete because he got plowed over by the hulk, with his dog running free through the forest! That would be me!" I basically screech at him. My voice tended to pick up a few octaves when I got angry or excited. A trait I inherited from my mom sadly.

"Well, why haven't you gotten up?" he asked.

"Because I was hoping you would be a gentleman and help me up, but I guess not." I tell him as I stand up and brush myself off.

He was pretty tall, I'll say that much, he was a few inches taller than me, and I was almost 6 foot. He was packed with muscles, so much so, that his black T-shirt looked like it was about to rip across his biceps and pecs. Especially with him arms crossed. He probably spent about half his day in the gym, and the other half chugging protein shakes. Any other day, I would have been drooling over the meal in front of me, but this guy was clearly a jack ass and I still had to find my dog.