This choice: Get Dressed, can't meet the delivery guy in just a t-shirt. (Remain Unaware) • Go Back... "Whatever, my voice must have come through weird on the phone or something." Nate muttered to himself as he shook his head. It didn't help that he hadn't been a fan of that woman's attitude to begin with. Where did she get off honestly? It's not like everyone has the menu memorized. He tried to calm himself down, it didn't really matter. Food got ordered and the delivery would be there in 20 mins... oh. He looked down at the over-sized shirt draped over his slender frame. "I can't answer the door like this." he stated feeling his cheeks heat up slightly at the thought. It was a simple enough fix though, he made his way over to this dresser to get some clothes.
"What the..."
Nate removed shirt after shirt from his drawer, each one just as comically large as the next. Putting the emergency money out of reach was one thing but this was taking it too far. He moved to the underwear drawer, every single pair wouldn't even sit on his hips before slipping down. If this was suppose to be a prank it was NOT funny. He paused as he pulled out a graphic tee. He knew this shirt, he'd picked it up at last years convention. He'd worn it multiple times since then, it had been a perfect fit... but it was so big. His body began to shake, something was wrong. This didn't make any sense! Why would i-?
The world dimmed around Nate as the dizziness returned more powerful than ever. He tried to steady himself on the dresser but couldn't quite reach and toppled backwards. The world went black.
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Nate slowly blinked as his vision returned, he groaned weakly as he sat up. He wasn't sure what was with him today but it was seriously starting to scare him. what had he been doing? He scanned his room with bleary eyes, discard clothes scattered around him. Right, he needed to get dressed. He slowly got up to his knees frowning at the sea of over-sized clothes. Nearly all hand-me-downs from his dad, claiming he'd 'grow into them'. It was a farce, Nate hadn't grown in years. He knew his dad would have preferred a strong, sporty son... not a frail, little 'sissy'.
Nate knew he saw him as a disappointment...
He clenched his fists tightly let out a frustrated sigh, his father wasn't here. He was alone, he didn't need to think about him. He pushed the clothes aside and reached for the bottom left drawer, feeling a jolt of static from the metal handle before he pulled it open. His stash, clothes he'd bought with his own money... His allowance was meager but he managed to stretch it as best he could. He'd gotten very good at evaluating clothes from the thrift stores... Pulling out a small white t-shirt, a small pair of briefs and a pair of faded red cotton shorts. Standing back up and brushing his bangs back out of his eyes once more he tosses the clothes onto the bed and removed his over sized tee. Out of the corner of his eye he caught his reflection in the mirror. His thin, hairless body and short stature looked more at home in middle school then as a junior in high school. His hair, a messy smattering of pink with a few visible streaks of brown. He wasn't sure why he had bought the dye originally... Some kind of childish rebellion? it had certainly pissed off his dad. He was already getting bullied for his size so did the hair really matter at that point. Some of the girls actually told him it was cute. In some ways he liked it better then his brown... at least the pink matched his eyes.
He broke eye contact with the mirror and went to get dressed. Pulling the small briefs into place, leaving only the slightest bulge visible. Trying not to think about his lackluster package he quickly donned the shorts, pulling the drawstring tight so they would stay put on his thin hips. The white shirt was soft to the touch, it was actually a girl's shirt but the female cut actually sat better on his thin frame then the ones for for boys. In the comfort of his own home it didn't matter, long as it was comfortable.
The door bell ringing made the boy jump. With a mild curse he scrambled to get his shirt on as he ran to the door. making sure to grab the twenty off the counter as he passed. Slightly winded he opened the door and looked up to the delivery boy who stood a good head taller then him. He handed over the order, the smell of the pizza bringing an audible growl from Nate's stomach, causing him to redden as the boy chuckled.
"Sure that's going to be enough?" He said teasingly and the shorter boy reddened deeper.
"I'll be fine." he said heatedly handing the twenty. "Keep the change." it was a meager tip but it was something. The delivery boy took it with a smile, but seemed to take his time prepping to leave.
"Eating alone tonight?"
"What's it to you?" Nate shot back crossly, patience thinning.
"No offense meant, just always a shame to see a cute girl eating by herself." he said with a grin causing Nate to freeze up. Was this guy hitting on him? His shoulders tensed as he stiffed placed the food on the counter and turned back to the door. Looking up defiantly.
"You should really work on your pick up game because you sound like a creeper." he said bluntly, cocking his head slightly to the side. "Oh, and I'm a boy you idiot." slamming the door to punctuate his statement. Ignoring the confused muttering on the other side of the door.
"What was with everyone today? Honestly." He huffed and flicked his bangs back. At least the food was here. He dug in voraciously, relishing the flavor... the service may have been crappy but at least the food was good. He paused with half the pizza remaining, he was still hungry but if he didn't leave left overs he wouldn't have food for tomorrow... He didn't dare use more of the stash, he couldn't be certain what his dad would do if he used it all. He'd eaten now, he'd be fine. With great reluctance he closed the pizza box and brought it to the refrigerator. At least would have the cookies to tide him over...
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