Ed (M) 24 - What dreams are made of.

Ed woke up to the new day being completely oblivious to any new changes to himself. He wasn’t a great physical specimen. He was fairly short and lanky, nothing truly notable of him, or so he’d woken to every other day.

Taking his morning routine of showing and shaving, what little stubble he had. The parents were away on holiday and his sister was likely staying with her boyfriend.

Fuck Chad. he thought to himself. Glaring at his own reflection. It had always pissed Ed off how he would treat his sister.

He tried to shake it off, now angrily brushing his teeth. It wasn’t long after he’d finished getting ready and headed downstairs.

Bacon and eggs was the breakfast of choice today. It was a Saturday after all and he seemingly had the house to himself.

He just started to put the dishes away when his phone buzzed. He was rarely popular so nearly lurched at the phone. It was just his friend Sam.

Ugh, what does she want? He thought.

Sam was a nice enough girl. Her face was super pretty but she was short and flat as a rail. She was his nerdy friend of 10 years. He’d always hoped she’d fill out but it was like she stopped growing in her teens. They never really got together, might have sleepily fingered her one time camping…

Tentatively, he read over the text.

Hey Ed, Saw your online status. Wanted to see if you were free today? Can I come over?
You there?
Hellllooooo?

Did I just miss the first few? He thought before sending a reply.

Yeah, sorrry about that.
I was doing fishes

“Fuck”, he exclaimed at the auto correct he’d missed before hitting send.

Dishes*

The phone vibrated again, her reply was near instant.

Great, I’ll be there in 10!

She lives 20 minutes away though, guess they were doing errands or something. Wait, what did I just agree to?