You are fixated with this guy. And he seems to be feeling the same. Finally, after like a minute of steady staring, you decide to wave. He waves back, with another smirk.
"Pete! Can you help with with this box???!" dad yells from the porch, and you snap out of your state of bewilderment and take one last look before going to help.
You get in the kitchen and see your father dragging a huge box of something into the front door. You help him out and lift the other side up, carrying it to the fridge.
"What is this??" you ask.
"Some canned food, and anything else that wouldn't spoil on the trip. Money's going to be tight for a week, until I get my first paycheck, so I had to save all the food I could," he answers.
"Oh," is your only answer. Canned food is not your favourite - you'd rather have things fresh, preferably in big servings - so you can get full. Dad looks at your face and sees your disappointed look.
"Hey, it's alright.. don't worry. As soon as I settle in at the plant, I'll be bringing home the defects, same as before.."
That was a daily event back in Chicago. Dad would bring home some of the defects; food products with ripped boxes, broken caps, popped bags, or simply things that fell off the conveyor belt in the building. Eating all that was one of the main contributors to your weight gain. You'd be playing Nintendo or finishing homework and Dad would come home with a box of chips, cookies, chocolates, and sometimes up to a dozen pies in bent boxes. Of course, you would strive to empty the box, and Dad would bring home another one the next day. While you started in on the defects, Dad would cook up steaks and mashed potatoes for supper, or pizza, but as soon as you'd dispatched those you'd return to the 'good stuff' - the endless supply of cookies, chips and pie. You particularly remember one Saturday night two years ago when you and Dad rented some movies and the two of you completely pigged out all night on a huge pile of junk food that he had saved up. You wore your sweat pants to have more room for food, and by the end of the night you could hardly move, your belly was so hard and full.
You smile with the old memories and forget your disappointment with the canned food. The memories soon lead to hunger. After five minutes of helping dad, you feel like you haven't eaten in years.
Just when you bring in a box of clothes, you hear the doorbell ring. Dad answers the door and is greeted by two middle aged people. You watch from down the hall as they shake hands, and talk. They are obviously new neighbours, welcoming us to the area.
You hear dad say, "Yeah, he should be down in his room... go and take a look if he's there..."
You duck your head into your room and quietly shut the door.
You hear footsteps coming and you get nervous, so at the last second, you hop into your open closet and hide around the corner, making yourself look busy.
The door opens and you hear a deep "Hello?"
You peak your head out from around the corner and are stunned again by the jock type guy standing in your room.
"Oh, umm hey," you answer, beginning to sweat.
"Hey, I'm Ted, your neighbor. I saw you in the window earlier," he responds.
He see what you're wearing (the heavy shirt, jeans, and fleece vest) and looks at you like an idiot. You realize what you must look like in so many clothes, while Ted is just sporting a tank top and shorts.
"Aren't ya a bit hot, um...Peter?"
"Oh, it's just Pete," you respond.
"Okay, well, aren't you a bit hot Pete?" he asks again.
"Ummm, not really, no..." you respond, looking down at your sweat-soaked t-shirt that's clinging to all of your rolls.
"Oh screw off, how could you possibly NOT be hot wearing all this?" Ted says, giving your vest a little tug. Your body sways in response.
"Come on, take that vest off, it's not healthy, you'll get heat stroke." he says, stepping to your side and beginning to pull the vest off the wet shirt.
You are frozen with fear. You cannot believe this hot guy is taking clothes off you. You can't say anything, and you just stand there while the vest slips off and you are left standing there with a big green, wet t-shirt on. He stands back and looks at you, before saying:
(based on an original chapter by nsguy17)
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