𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔

One

There was a knock at my door and I knew that it could only be one person. Axel Pone. For five years, I've been in power for five years after him now and things have been going great.

I remember the campaign against him and Yawkings. The way Pone spoke kind of ticked me off because I knew if I had been against him during that time I definitely would've lost.

He had everyone in his charms. He was sarcastic and open. A bit too flashy and cocky, but he owned up to it all. It wasn't easy running against him. But I admit to it being a bit fun.

With our campaign, it went well and I thought I did an amazing job despite him giving me a hard time. However after I had gotten the position he said, "what makes you think I didn't "give" you that position. I was angry, more than angry to hear those words but...I was glad to be in this spot nonetheless.

Running a town was something I always wanted to do. But here was safe...and here was far.

Before I could invite him in he invited himself in. "Well look who it is, my favorite person in the world aside from my wife and kids." He grins, taking a seat. For an old man he's got quite the personality.

"Can I help you?" I say without looking up at him. I could practically see the way he's sitting. Right ankle over left knee.

"No, just here to check up on you." As always. He's always checking up on me. I never know why, and I never bother to ask why. The first year it irritated me, but after I just grew used to it.

It's not like I can avoid him either since my sons and his daughters go to the same school. I definitely can't avoid him.

"I appreciate it." I flipped through pages and nearly voiced a complaint. I lost another paper. Every town action needs to be in order. To think I'm good at organizing files and making sure everything is in place.

I'm not the clumsy and unkempt kind either. Things have just been piling up lately that I sometimes don't know where to begin.

"The town still loves you."

It's not a matter on whether they love me or not, I just love helping people. Good people. They're good people in this town, with just a few creeps in the alleyway gutters.

"You should hire a secretary or something. I've grown to realize how... uncoordinated you've become in the past few months." He says.

I'm still no expert on running a town, but I do as much as I can for everyone here. Seeing the kids happy is all that matters. Speaking of kids, I need to do that school fund raiser.

If only I could find that paper.

"I'll be fine."

"As you always say." He hums. "How are the boys?"

"They're fine."

"Oh my kids and I are fine too thanks for asking. As for Rose, she's thinking of getting me a vasectomy."

That made me look at him. His head is tilted upwards to the ceiling as he played with his chin and he swayed in the chair slightly.

He's also a yapper. He's always saying things with little to no context half the time. I don't care for much of it but I think he sees me as some sort of son he left in charge.

"Maybe you should change the law and ban it from happening here in Belower Town." He gleams.

"What? No."

"What?! I thought we were busy buds. Like father and son you know?"

I shook my head and went back to searching. He sighs. "Asher, I only ever see you here, everything alright?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." A slight nod.

"Hmm...I don't want you to feel like I'm invading your space more than I already have for the past five years but...I feel like you need to give yourself a break."

I sighed, finally setting my eyes on him again. "Why do you care so much about me and what I'm doing?"

"Well for starters you're a single father. You've got your kids and an entire town to deal with. It isn't easy to juggle the two both times."

He's right about that. My boys are always here with me, running up and down the halls doing whatever as I work. That could be for hours at times. Or I'll make sure they're in bed before finishing work at home.

Right now they're all home by themselves. I let them do whatever most of the time. They should have sense at eleven years old. Is it neglect?

I pressed my lips together, my gaze shifting. "Hire an assistant, Asher. Spend more time with your boys and for the love that you have for God, get some rest."

I set the papers down and ran my fingers through my hair. I think the boys would love that. I could take them to an arcade for a day or something. Whatever they want to do, I don't care.

My phone rang off and I snatched it up. The word, "TALK SHOW" flashed on my screen and I nearly cussed. I even forgot.

"I have a show to get to." The Spill. The place where Axel Pone went to share to the world his fidelities. Anything to get out a relationship like that. I think I'd have done the same. Maybe move elsewhere.

The irony.

"Well, okay. I'll be back tomorrow then. Tell the boys I said hi now."

"Sure."

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