Him (ManxMan)

New York

Chapter Two
I was let out with after school detention for a day. That was only because I saved that kid's ass, that and I was highly pissed about my brother. I guess the Principal liked Nick so much that he would let his brother go with barely a scratch. Bryce, on the other hand was sent home with bandages all over his face, a pink slip, a phone call (which I got that too,) and suspension for a week. Nick did really come with benefits.
As I was going home the next day from detention, an unknown number called me. My eyebrows drew together as I hit the answer button. "Hello?" I asked, confusion lacing my voice.
"Yes, hello, is this Mr. Anderson? Kacer Anderson?" A woman's voice asked. By her tone, she sounded like a secretary.
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay, well I'm calling from the Smith and Anderson company in New York, and I was just calling to aware you that you're going to have to be bumped up to this weekend." I stared at my phone for a second, then put it back to my ear.
"Okay, yes ma'am, that's alright." I mumbled. I was excited for this job, but I was dreading going up to New York for a week doing nothing but asking questions to the President of the company.
"Alright, thank you Mr. Anderson. And might I say, the President is eager to see you."
"Huh-uh." I said, then hung up.
Why the hell was he eager to see me?
I shook my head as I pulled into the driveway, then climbed out and headed towards my bedroom, ready to get this over with.
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Friday came quicker than I hoped. I was climbing into my truck when Mom came running out. She ran up to my window and hugged me tightly.
"Be safe kid." She said, then waved me off. I smiled before I pulled away and headed towards the air port. The next week was going to be interesting, I could feel it.

Walking to my seat on the plane felt weird. The last time I was on one was when I went to Florida to see my grandmother. Nick and I had shared a seat together, and I'd slept on his shoulder the whole time while he played Mario Cart on his DS. We were ten and eight then. But now, ten years later, I felt weird without a shoulder to sleep on, or someone to talk to, instead I was sitting with an older man who looked like he was drunk.
"Hey there butter bean." He said. I looked over at him. What the hell? "How's the butter on your bean?" He smirked and took a sip from a water bottle, but the contents in that bottle were definitely not water. "I sure would like to fire up my stove and hear that pop of your butter." He winked and I scooted over to the farthest edge of my seat. Twelve more hours to go. He started to grab my leg, but I smacked his hand away and jumped to the seat across the isle. He looked at me, chuckled, then looked out of the window, mumbling to himself about a stove and beans.
I looked over and saw a pretty black haired girl looking at me. She had the most startling blue eyes, but they weren't glowing with happiness. "Who the hell are you?" She grumbled.
I looked back over at my seat. Not sure if I wanted to deal with a butter bean lover or a glowering girl. "I.. That man is drunk." I blurted, not sure what to say. She smiled suddenly and it was really bright and straight.
"I'm Sarabetha." She extended her hand. "Call me Sara." I shook it. She had a lot of tattoos, but they were unique and cool.
"Kacer, call me Kace." I grinned.
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Sara was actually really cool, and we talked the entire time. When I was exiting the plane, she gave me her number and told me to text her. I smiled and nodded. She was so freaking hot it wasn't even funny.
New York was crazier than I thought it would be. The streets were filled and the only thing you could hear was endless chatter, and cars honking. But, in some weird way, despite it all, I felt like I wanted to live here. The buildings were actually quite extraordinary, touching the skies with pointed fingers and splaying the ground like water during a storm. It was something else compared to my suburban neighborhood back home. Everyone knew everyone back there. It was a cozy neighborhood, but looking at New York, it was completely foreign. I sighed as I hailed a taxi, after a couple tries, I was headed to one of the skyscrapers.
When I arrived, I got my stuff from the trunk, then checked the time. I was five minutes early. I smiled to myself, then walked inside the huge building. This place was HUGE. Freakishly large and clean. It kind of scared me that I could practically see my reflection in the dark tiled floor. I looked around at all the tall walls and pictures of old executives I presumed. There were nice nature pictures that livened the place up, and flowers here and there. Shockingly there weren't that many people in the lobby. I looked straight ahead to see a receptionist at a big half circle desk. She looked up at my approach and smiled.
"What may I do for you?" She asked, sliding her pen into her hair.
"I.. Um.. Am here to see Mr. Anderson." I stated. She was so nice, I was kind of thrown off. Weren't they supposed to be cold and mean? She smiled as realization crossed her face.
"He's in a meeting right now, but just take a seat and he'll be down in a minute." She said, gesturing to the many seats arranged around. I nodded a thanks and took a seat. As I was looking around, I heard chatter coming from the curling steps to my left. I looked over and saw a group of men walking down. Four or five were chatting to the guy in the front who had his head bent down, looking at the clip board in his hands. The way the other men were looking at him and talking to him, I presumed he was the President, so I stood. He almost walked right by me, but paused last second. He finished the clip board and handed it to the guy at his left. He looked up and extended his hand, but when our eyes met, he froze. I did too after a second.
He looked so different since the three years ago. His hair was thicker and longer. His eyes seemed darker. He was surely taller, but so was I. He looked like he was 6'4" or 6'5", but I was 6'2". So not that much of a difference. His eyes pierced mine, in a way that made me think he didn't want me to be here, maybe I shouldn't have come. But how was I supposed to know that this was HIS company, there are so many more Andersons out there, but HIM? Of course it was him.
I reached down and picked up my notebook from my bag, acting like it never happened. All of those memories came back, and when I met his eyes again, I wanted to cry. He looked so pissed. I tried blocking out the memories of us laughing and spending all of our time together, being inseparable, but his eyes just brought it all down like a damned flood. I looked down at the ground as it suddenly became quiet. I looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him with wide eyes. I looked up and saw that he was crying. Oh God. He went to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.
"I'll go.." I drew out. Trying to ignore the happiness at seeing my other half again, but he suddenly pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I gasped at the force from it, but then hugged him back, just as hard. All of my happiness smacked me in the face, but was abruptly replaced by anger. Anger at him not trying to get in touch with me, anger at him crying, anger for being angry. I pushed him away.
"W-Why didn't you try to call.. Why didn't you try to come see me!" I was hollering and I didn't realize it until I saw him flinch. He looked so hurt and wounded. I immediately felt horrible, but it was a good question.
"I-I-I did." He stuttered. I blinked at him. "They w-w-w-wouldn't let me talk to you." He rubbed his arm. I noticed that he was wearing a suit, and he looked rather handsome.. No.. I- what the hell? "Mom and dad said I could never come around you again.. And they blocked everything from me, I couldn't get in t-t-touch.. At all."
I blinked, again. I was still trying to figure out why I checked him out. He looked so heartbroken and it was scary. He was always so tough and mean, it terrified me seeing him like this. "I didn't know.. I'm sorry." I whispered.
He shook his head. "I should have tried harder.." He was suddenly angry. "I shouldn't have given up on you Kace.. I'm sorry." He looked defeated and I pulled him into a hug. That day three years ago suddenly came into my head. When I found out he was gay. I wondered if he had a boyfriend, or husband. He pulled me tighter against him and we stood like that for a while, him quietly crying against my shoulder, and me trying not to do the same, to be strong.
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So, HEYA.
They see each other again!!! Yyyyaaayyyy!!
Umm... I know they're short.. The passages, and I'm sorry. Like I said, they aren't that interesting, so I'm keeping them sorta brief.
If you enjoy, LLIIKKEE!!
And I know I said I was going to put Stacy on the side pic, but I decided to put Sara... Sorry! Stacy is Ashley Greene... So¿
Anyway, thanks for reading!!
MORE TO COME! I'm chilling with my cat inside and thunder outside, so I have plenty of time. As long as my phone stays boss, then let's go!
Peace out cheese to the burgers.
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