Drive By [BoyXBoy]

Late

I hated Tuesdays. Tuesdays were that evil day that wasn't a Monday, so there was no looking forward to seeing anybody you missed over the weekend. And it was to far away from the weekend. It was an ugly day.

It didn't help that I didn't get to work until ten to nine, (my own fault) but luckily I was never late before this and when I explained that my alarm didn't go off all was well.

It was the same boring day at the restaurant. Nothing exciting happened so I was more then happy when my shift ended and I could make my way to the magazine.

After dropping off Joshua's coffee, which I had left on his desk, bidding him a small good afternoon before I was waved off without a single glance. Megan left me a little note, telling me that Joshua was in one of his moods today and hadn't been out of his office since she brought in his morning coffee, and even then he was cranky. I assumed the visit with his mother didn't go very well.

Though Mrs. Gulliver appeared to be a sweet old woman, she was bitter and angry about life most days. Her husband left her for her much younger, much hotter niece about eight years ago, and she was very bitter about Joshua not being able to give her biological grandchildren. Or that's how she viewed it. She didn't think gays could have their own child. She was very old fashion and I was surprised she had even accepted Josh when he had come out to her. But she had apparently, before he even became rich with his own company.

I had met her a couple of times, mostly for charity work that Deems either participated in or organized.  I did my best to steer clear of her, that last thing I wanted was to get into a conversation with her about, well anything.

Joshua left the office an hour before my shift was to end, so I ended up sitting at my desk organizing, organized folders and colour coding my planner, before finally leaving half an hour before normal.

And boy was I ever happy that I did.

it was a little before the school, about three blocks maybe four. I watched from a distance as his red truck turned into a small neighborhood as I drove passed my eyes swiped over the road, but alas I didn't see his truck. And I may have had a mad crush and did weird things, like follow him to get gas and coffee. I was in more control of myself then to follow a man home.

Well, at least not before I actually knew him.

Though the urge was itching at me. Clawing at me to follow him, take a peek down his road, see if he lived in a house with a swing-set, with a dog, a wife, kids.

But I didn't. I forced myself to stay true and go home.