He took his 11th, and final hit off of his EZ Pipe, inhaling the some left over’s he had from his holiday on Friday. Exhaling while stepping out of the car, into the fresh spring rain he embraced every refreshing drop falling onto his sweaty, tired arms. He walked into the house, to his room where he started undressing, he said hello to his mother who was watching some TNT type drama in the living room into her pajamas and the turban that covered her bald head.
He closed the door to the bathroom behind him where he stripped off the boxer-briefs that shrouded the only parts of his body that were not yet naked. Turning the knob of his shower to let it warm up, he stepped himself onto the bathroom scale. He’s gained 3 pounds after this past week of getting off track from his weight loss journey. “Fuck.” he mumbled, clearly getting frustrated with his set back.
He steps into the shower, and lets the water fall onto him like hot summer rain, the type of rain he loves to get wet in his clothes in outside with friends after a really hot day. And the thunder and lightning play in his head. Rubbing the Paul Mitchell Sheer Blonde into his scalp, he couldn’t help but smile like those people in shampoo commercials that couldn’t be fucking happier than they are when they wash his hair. He Anderson Cooper-giggled because he felt completely ridiculous.
Once he calmed down from the shampoo, he started his ritual shower performance of him singing 90s hit “I’ll Be” by Edwin McCain. His bathroom seemed to dim and his bathroom morphed into that once scene, from that one movie. And in that moment, he was Lizzie McGuire. He giggled again at his ridiculousness and moved on to the more tedious moments of washing his face and washing his body making sure to save his favorite part of his shower for last.
He slowly dispensed his Crest 3D white toothpaste onto his hot pink toothbrush. Doing a perfect display of how to brush his teeth, he moved his arm in circles and from side to side and back to front. But inside his mouth it was like he was licking pure delicious candy off of a wicked-witch’s-hot-brother’s dick. After breaking his trance from running out of toothpaste, he gargled with some water and rinsed his mouth, stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around him.
He stopped and stared at himself in the mirror as he flossed and was finally able to look at himself, distorted by the fog on the mirror, and able to imagine what all of his hard work from working out will make him look like. He was able for the first time to see himself, not as he was in that moment, but what he will look like once he’s accomplished his goal. And for once, on his own, he was able to see himself as beautiful. He then rinsed his mouth and walked out of the bathroom into his bedroom where he finished drying off and put on a new pair of boxer-briefs, and a self-made tank top that he cut up from an old t-shirt.
He walked to the kitchen to join his parents in grace for the meal his dad had just prepared. This was a rare occasion that they did not all eat together at the table, because mom was too engrossed in her TNT drama type show. So he went to his room where he sat and ate the dinner. Slowly savoring the potato salad his sister had made yesterday and the fresh grilled BBQ chicken, he thought, how fucking healthy of me.
He finished his meal and folded up his plate in a triangle pattern until he couldn’t fold it anymore; one of his own personal OCD traits that his mother has undoubtedly passed onto him. He turns his laptop on and continues writing a piece that he’s come up with in his state of mind at the moment.
Once he’s finished he will move onto be an A+ blogger who is a Britney stan and wants nothing more to find true love, finish school, become a teacher, and start a family. He’ll spend his night on Tumblr before having a wank and falling asleep in order for going back to work on Monday morning.
Just another chapter in the Ryan Crossroads Chronicles.