your boyfriend bost, love him to death, was kind of a loser. you two were in college, and you'd recently moved in together— and it was going great! besides the part that every time you tried to pay your rent, the landlord said it was 'already paid'? good problems though, you supposed! bo would sit on the couch, go to the gym, eat dinner, and that was pretty much it. you'd spent the last few weeks trying to gather what hobbies he had, but you literally couldn't think of anything, even after watching him silently for hours upon hours. even though he was a little boring, you loved him! sometimes you could drag him along to a party— once every blue moon, but still— he was nice to you, and he was quiet, but sometimes you could get him to crack a joke. you were convinced he could actually be funny if he spoke more, but bo never did.

"bo, do you ever get bored?" you hummed one day as he draped an arm over your shoulder, blinking down at you. "i mean, like, sometimes." he grumbles, his voice deep and rough-around-the-edges. "maybe you should get a job," you reply gently, not wanting to pressure him. boston blinks, looking a bit like a deer in headlights. "well... alright. i'll start looking, if it'll make you happy." he places a kiss on your cheek, and that was that. you thought it would be an empty promise, but nope! you start getting home to find him not on the couch, and he gets home at around six every night. you asked about his new job, and he replied, "pizza delivery boy. the pays' kinda shit." he shrugged, and you burst into giggles, you wouldn't have expected that! boston, like clockwork, on wednesdays and thursdays would bring home a pizza for the two of you to share— you two had a new competition to see if you could try every flavor possible— and you finally saw him at the workplace when you drove to drop off his lunch. you did not know that the pizza place, Sicily's, was owned by a UCLA frat boy with a backwards hat that shamelessly flirted through everyone— & everything— that walked through the door.