Fatal Attraction (boyxboy)

We Meet Again

Two weeks passed with the same routine: work, home, try my best to stay alive. You know, typical shit. With the exception of my bank account being completely wiped and almost being evicted, I think I'm doing a damn good job. Gathering the necessary documents to confirm my identity and placing them in my jacket pocket, I headed outside to catch a taxi.

"Hey!" I yelled out, successfully pulling a taxi on the first try. I smiled to myself and opened the door, almost immediately being halted.

"Oh hell no, not again!" a familiar accent exclaimed. Before I could even give a proper response, he was speeding off in the traffic. I sighed and waited patiently for another cab to come in sight.

A few moments turned into a few minutes, and a few minutes turned into me walking down the street with my thumb out towards the road, whistling occasionally at every taxi that rode by, until I eventually made the 15 mile walk to the social security office by foot.

"Hello, how are you-- sir, are you okay? Do you need water?" I was asked, upon my arrival to my destination. I couldn't properly respond, since my mouth was super dry, but a simple nod was all that was needed to send the young lady away momentarily to gather an iced cup of water. I sat down at a nearby chair to catch my breath, and silently apologized for soaking it with my sweat. A few more moments passed before my beverage was placed in front of me. I wasted no time in grabbing and gulping it down, cutting my eye at the woman sitting across from me. That shit felt like God himself was coating my dry ass throat with his tears. She must think I'm some homeless bum. No bitch, I'm just thirsty.

"Did you need anymore water?" she asked, raising her eyebrow at the way I was sucking and chomping on my ice. I shook my head and licked my chapped lips before speaking.

"No ma'am, I'm good. Thank you tho," I smiled, "but if you would excuse me, I need to go get a new social security card. Some homeless guys stole my wallet a couple of weeks ago," I chuckled, standing up and smoothing out my sweat-drenched pants.

"You say that like it's a normal thing, but down the hallway and to the left is a room where the line starts for identity theft," she informed, making a disgusted expression once she saw my silhouette stained in the chair.

"It kind of is a normal thing for me, this is my fifth time doing this," I stated proudly, walking towards the familiar hallway, "oh, and sorry about the chair!" I called from behind me.

"Um, it's fine! I'm sure we can get a new one," she called back.

Thank God she didn't try to sue my broke ass or anything, that's the last thing I need right now. I proceeded through the hallway and made it into the room with luckily no line in sight, and only one person being tended to. Usually, I have to wait hours and end up pretending to talk on my phone to make myself look more important than I really am. I stood at the front, waiting for my turn.

"Thank you ma'am, and you have a great day," a cheerful voice rang out. My ears perked up, because I didn't recognize it as Sarah's voice. I'm used to Sarah, she knows about my plights in life. "Sir, I can help you if you're ready."

I stepped forward to the booth and spoke through the holes drilled into the bulletproof glass between us, finally getting a glimpse at some guy writing away on a legal pad.

I cleared my throat, "Where's Sarah?"

"She's-- sir do need water?" he asked, giving me the same reaction as the lady working in the lobby. I couldn't respond, immediately recognizing his face, voice, and especially his curly hair.

"Are you okay?" he stood up, looking extremely concerned.

I quickly nodded and started to speak, "I um- I- I ah," I stuttered out, making him freak out even more, reaching for his desk phone.