A Simple Life: Chapter 8 (Patreon)

We chat and enjoy the music awhile as I finish up my lunch.  When I could wait no longer I give my grandpa a kiss to his stubbly cheek.  “Gotta go.”

“Have a good day at work.”  He says.

“I will.”

“And Avery.”  He stops his playing to turn to me.  Reaching out he cups his hand behind my neck and smiles.  “You just be yourself with that girl, okay?  Put your best foot forward but you don’t need to pretend that you’re something you’re not.  If she can’t see the good man that you are then she doesn’t deserve you.”

I smile back.  “Thank you Grandpa.”

“You’ll sweep her off her feet.”  He says with that same unshakable faith in me that he always had.  Where he got it from I will never know.  He pats my cheek.  “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We hug.  As he sits back and starts in on the burger I brought him I shoulder my pack and hurry off back down the dock.  Back on my bike I zip home for a shower and a change before my shift.  I already knew my good day was about to take a sour turn when I see my roommate’s car parked in its spot.  I park beside it and pull the camping gear from out of my saddlebags then up to our third floor apartment to see what was going on this time.

I hear a familiar video game soundtrack coming from the living room the moment walk in and kick off my hiking shoes.  I walk around the corner to find my roomie Brayden kicked back with a controller in his hands resting on his pudgy belly.  He was still in his work clothes and the place reeked of weed.

“Hey man.”  He says.

“Hi.”  I reply.  “Um…aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Ah, they fired me.”

“What?”

“That bitch Lily said I was skimming from the till.  Manager backed her up and claimed they got me on the camera.  Those two always had it out for me.”

“Oh.  Um…did you?”

“No!  Fuck you dude.  You think I would do that?”

“N-no.  O-of course not.”

“Fucking fat bitch.  She was probably the one stealing.”

“Yeah.  Probably.”  I say.  “Maybe if you weren’t late so many times…”

He flashes me an angry glare.  “Don’t fucking nag me right now dude.  I’ve had a shit day and I am NOT in the mood.”

“Sorry.”

“You know I got that bipolar.  I can’t help that shit.”

“Yeah.  Sorry.”  I say quietly.  “Um…that therapist I went to…”

“I told you that I don’t need no fuckin therapy.  Jesus.”

“Sorry.”  I say again.  “Sooo…um…”

“Calm your tits Avie.”  He says, using the name that only my siblings still called me.  I hated that shortening of my name, it sounded childish to my ear, but him being a long time friend of my brothers it was all he had ever known me as.  “Rent isn’t due for a week.  I’ll get something else before then.  No problem.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll figure something out, we always do don’t we?”

“Yeah.”  I mumble.  Unfortunately us ‘figuring something out’ usually meant me covering the difference.

I hurry on to my room where I unpack.  I crack the window and roll out the sleeping bag and tent to they can air out and the rest of it I put away in their proper places in my neat and tidy room.  I look around at the photos of my beloved island that lined the walls already thinking about where the friendly bluebird was going to go once I had a chance to get a few prints printed.  Those thoughts don’t last long however as others invade my mind.  Thoughts of the tall beautiful hazel eyed woman that had pinned me against the wall.  Ohhhh.  Despite the excitement of my perfect wildlife shots all I could think about was…when would I see her again?  I wished I had remembered to get her number.  But Kayla would have it and I had to talk to her anyway…though I really didn’t know why.

I give my head a shake and look at the clock.  I didn’t have time to daydream right now.  Grabbing fresh socks and underwear along with my crisp white collared shirt and black trousers I hurry into the washroom for a very quick but thorough shower.  When washing my junk I give my cock a few extra strokes as I remember Winona, but only a few.  Just a few were enough to get me to half mast though.  My goodness she had me worked up!  I might have done more but didn’t have time for a proper fap session right now and Winona certainly deserved a proper session.  Besides, I kinda liked denying myself sometimes so that I could savor that pent up energy and make it feel extra good when I did bust my nut.

I brush my hair and teeth then shave, even though I barely needed it, and follow it up with my usuals suite of cleansers, lotions, and a touch of cologne.  My weak effete features and naturally slender physique might not have given me much to work with but I took pride in making the most of what I had.  If I’d been a girl I would have done makeup, pedicures, day spa facials, the works!  There was nothing like looking good to feel good.  Even if nobody noticed but myself.

I get dressed and give myself a good once over.  I was looking rather dapper, for now.  At least until I put on the ugly green apron that I had to wear at the store.  I head back to my room to put on a belt and grab my phone and keys then on to the kitchen to grab my…

“Hey, uh, Brayden?”  I say as I dig through the fridge.

“Mmm?”

“Did you see a container in here.  It had rice, broccolli and some chicken and beans in it.”

“Oh yeah.  I snarfed that down when I got home.”

I look to the sink to see the empty container atop the other dirty dishes.  “That was my supper.”

“Sorry man.  I didn’t know you were saving it special.”  He says.  “I was starvin.  You shoulda said something.  Or left a note.”

I sigh and swing the fridge door closed..  “I’ll just get something at the store.”

“While you’re there we’re out of frozen pizza.”  He says.  “Maybe some soda?”

“Brayden…”

“Yeah?”

“Nothin.”

I put on my shiny black work shoes, slip into a light jacket, and grab my helmet.  I am about to leave when my soft heart stops me.  I pop my head back into the living room where my roommate still sat slumped in the exact position as when I’d walked in.  “Hey.  I’m…I’m sorry you lost your job Brayden.”

“Pfff.”  He scoffs.  “Better off without it.  Fuckin bitch Lily.”

“I hope your day gets better.”

“I don’t see how.”

“Sometimes good things happen when you least expect it.”

“Ha!  Sure Avie, whatever you say.”

“I-I’ll see you later.”

“Yep, see ya.”  At last he moves, leaning forward so that he could concentrate on a difficult opponent.  “Come on you fucker, let’s do this.”  An instant later.  “FUCK!  Fuckin dude’s got hacks!  There’s no way he could have…”

I leave my roommate cursing and head off for work.

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