I'm supposed to be down on Wall Street! Billy thought. He put his hand through his straight brown hair and checked his watch. He was running past families, men rushing same as Billy, and an old lady in a wheelchair he basically made fall. He yelled a sorry to her, but didn't look back, for he knew his employer, Eli Whitney, would surely not be happy with him being late.
He pushed open the door to the place he was supposed to be and immediately spotted the receptionist's desk.
"Billy Crocker!"
She looked at him confused and muttered "another?" before typing in her computer. She had pretty red hair and a beautiful pale face. Her sky blue eyes locked with his and she nodded to signal that he could go. Billy, still panting from his run, nodded back and bolted to the back of the building. Mr. Whitney told him beforehand that he was supposed to go to door number 107. He passed 101. 102, and a few more, murmuring each number to himself as he went.
"107!"
He pushed open the door. It didn't budge. In his rush, he did not realize the door clearly stated "pull".
"Nuts!"
He through the door open a little bit harder than necessary and a man inside eyed him as he tried in vain to wipe all of the sweat starting to form on his forehead away. He fussed with his hair again.
He then started to realize how attractive the man he was supposed to meet was. He was a handsome man with chocolate skin and black hair. He had a smooth face that appeared as though it had been retouched by a smoothing filter. He looked very young. As young as Billy. Billy's face flushed and he almost tripped on his own feet while approaching him.
"B-Billy Crocker..." he held out his hand.
"Billy Crocker?" The other man question, walking backwards slightly and shaking his head in disbelief. "How odd. That's my name."
Billy, uh, Billy number 1, thought that was very odd indeed. He fiddled with his sleeve, a nervous habit, and smiled at the attractive man.
"Now I'm interested. How old are you?" Billy 2 asked.
"Uh, I'm 25."
"No way! I'm 25. Where were you born?"
"Outside of the city."
Billy 2 backed up farther.
"Im from outside of the city..."
Billy 1 started to think. Is this man me? He can't be. He looks nothing like me.
"W-What's your mother's maiden name?" Billy one asked.
"Sarah Carter."
This is insane! There's no possible way....
"You're me!"
"No you're me!"
They stared at each other.
"You're a rather handsome version of me," Billy 2 said, making Billy 1 flush red.
Billy 2 walked toward Billy 1.
"I've never considered myself a narcissist, but maybe can I do this?"
Billy 1 nodded and Billy 2 pressed his warm lips against his. His thoughts ran wild. He has never kissed a man before, and it was completely wrong... but it felt so right. Technically, it wasn't wrong. He was... kissing himself?
Billy 1 finally closed his eyes. Billy 2 put his arms on Billy's forearm and set his skin on fire. Billy was feeling things that he'd never felt before. Not even with women. Not any woman he'd ever been with. This was so... maddening.
Billy 1 kissed back and then Billy 2 pulled away. Billy 1 looked at him, possibly wanting more, and made Billy 2 smile.
"How about we talk about this over dinner? You know, just regular businessmen... discussing business."
He winked at the end and Billy 1 was a tomato. He was too flustered to answer. He just nodded slightly.
"That's what I thought..."
