Fall Into Me

Chapter 23

"What did you want to talk about again?" You ask Viv. On the inside, you could care less about that right now. You just had sex with Leon Kennedy.

Nevermind you washing yourself clean and clothing yourself, you couldn't get it out of your head. It felt like you were naked in front of her knowing that she knew what you had done.

Shame? Is that what I feel? Embarrassment? No, it's not that. The fact of it just hasn't settled in yet. I hope it's not obvious that I can't focus.

"Hello?" She asks.

"Oh, sorry, what?" You ask, snapping out of it. Leon quietly snickers next to you, and you shake your head quickly.

Okay, maybe it is obvious. He's better at lying than I am I guess. Is that a good thing?

"That guy, Grayson, he agreed to do the fake ID for Leon." Your eyebrows raise, realizing what she's saying.

"Great, I can get a life. When can he do it by?"

"Woah, wait. This is kind of important, you need to plan the whole thing out before he makes it. He'll correlate your fake social security to that too, give you a dead person's one that has your birth date."

"She's right, Kent. Got to make a passable fake identity. Plus, weren't you hesitant about this?" You look to him, slightly concerned at his urgency. He looks back to you, face softening. Leon sits on the couch, arm laying across the back of it.

The two of you assume the usual positions, you next to Leon, snuggled up in his arm while Viv leans on the other edge of the couch. He sighs, turning to the two of you.

"I just don't trust a shady guy who makes fake government identification. It's against my ways," he says. "But I'll do what I have to do."

"Alright, alright, officer. You need to decide full name, birthday, age, all that good stuff."

"I could change my age..." He ponders.

"You're 27 and 27 only," you say, not wanting him to lie about his age. He doesn't need to lie, he looks fucking amazing for 27. He ages well anyways.

"What, don't want my chronological age on there?"

"I don't want a boyfriend the same age as my parents," you say.

"Ew, stop. Now." Viv makes a disgusted face, closing her eyes. The both of you laugh, amused by her facial expression.

"Okay, do you have like a piece of paper I can write this on?"

"I'll just type it and text it to him," she says.

"I feel like I'm in my 40's again," he mutters. You pat his thigh, you and Viv exchanging smirks.

"It's okay babe."

"Yeah, yeah," he replies.

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Uhh. When's my birthday? I know I'm 27, and it's sometime around December. I know my height, eye color obviously, and I can use her address. My name? That's not an easy one, but I guess I already told Ms. Roberts my name was Scott. Maybe I'll keep that as my middle name, change my first and last? But, I like my last name. This is harder than I thought.

"What's wrong?" She asks me. I smile to her, rubbing her shoulder.

"Nothin. Just thinkin," I say back.

"So, name, age, DOB, height, eye color, address, organ donor, type of driver's license," Viv lists. Okay...

"I already told y/n, but I had a run in with the neighbor, she thinks my name is Scott."