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ignoring the pain in his head from drinking something icy so fast. He wanted another one. No ten more. Anything to dull the pain of being the biggest idiot on the planet. One day he’d learn to keep his mouth shut.
“Are you kidding? That is so cool. I’m so happy for you, Kevin. Everything is working out for both of us.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You start Monday, huh? Are you nervous?”
Only nervous that he wouldn’t make a total fool out of himself and jump Michael and beg for forgiveness. “Nah, I can handle it.” He stopped the waiter and held out his empty glass. “Can I get another one?”
CHAPTER 7
Kevin decided to wait in the parking lot of his apartment building for Michael Monday morning. He felt since Michael was picking him up for the job it was the least he could do.
He’d spent Sunday evening trying to pick something to wear for his first day. It made him a bit girly, he guessed. He chose a plain brown pair of slacks and a white button-down shirt. Total geek clothes as far as he was concerned. At least he’d re-touched the red streaks in his dark hair. He probably shouldn’t be wearing the little crystal stud in his nose or the small gold hoop in his ear either.
Kevin caught sight of the Maserati just as he turned his wrist to check the time on his watch. Right on time, of course.
Michael probably timed it to the second.
The car glided to a stop next to him and Kevin opened the
door.
“Good morning,” Michael said.
“Morning.” Kevin slipped into the seat and snapped the
seat belt.
Michael gestured to a paper cup with a lid. “I bought you
coffee. I don’t know if you like it sweetened or with cream, so
I got the packages and you can make it the way you like it.
There’s a breakfast sandwich for you in that bag, too.” Kevin glanced down at the fast food bag at his feet. A
lump formed in his throat. Even now Michael was trying to
take care of him. “Thanks.”
“I’d appreciate if you wait until we get to the office
though. No eating or drinking in my car.”
“All right.” Kevin looked out the window as Michael
pulled out of the parking lot. “Isn’t this really out of your
way?”
“Yes.”
Michael’s tone chilled him and Kevin hugged himself. For
a moment the humiliation and loneliness from when he was
fifteen reared its ugly head. He pushed it away as best he
could. He didn’t want to go down that road again. He’d gotten
past that, hadn’t he?
“You look nice,” Michael said into the awkward silence. “I look like a dork. But I guess it’s better than the car wash
smock.” Kevin sighed and leaned back. “When I worked at
my old job I used to spend a lot of money on clothes. I went out a lot to this gay bar in West Hollywood. I don’t go there
much anymore.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “Well, transportation’s an issue. I could
probably get some people to pick me up I guess. Most of that
crowd doesn’t know I lost my job though. Most of them don’t
much care. It’s not like they were good friends or anything.
Anyway, I didn’t usually have to pay for drinks because a lot
of guys would buy them for me whenever I went there. To be
honest I didn’t always like the way I acted while I was there.”
Kevin toyed with the hem of his shirt, feeling stupid for
sharing all this information with Michael considering things. “Yeah, it’s best you stay away from those kinds of places.
Guys are looking for an easy lay and they’ll slip stuff into
your drinks,” Michael said. “I don’t like the idea of you going
there.”
Kevin decided it was definitely time to change the subject.
“You didn’t tell me how much this job would pay.” “How much did you make at the car wash?”
“Minimum wage plus tips.”
“And at your old office job?”
“Sixteen an hour.”
Michael nodded. “Okay. How about twenty an hour.” “Twenty?” Kevin repeated.
“Not enough? How about twenty-two?”
Kevin’s mouth fell open. “For filing and inputting and
stuff?”
“Twenty-five?
“Are you kidding? That is so cool. I’m so happy for you, Kevin. Everything is working out for both of us.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You start Monday, huh? Are you nervous?”
Only nervous that he wouldn’t make a total fool out of himself and jump Michael and beg for forgiveness. “Nah, I can handle it.” He stopped the waiter and held out his empty glass. “Can I get another one?”
CHAPTER 7
Kevin decided to wait in the parking lot of his apartment building for Michael Monday morning. He felt since Michael was picking him up for the job it was the least he could do.
He’d spent Sunday evening trying to pick something to wear for his first day. It made him a bit girly, he guessed. He chose a plain brown pair of slacks and a white button-down shirt. Total geek clothes as far as he was concerned. At least he’d re-touched the red streaks in his dark hair. He probably shouldn’t be wearing the little crystal stud in his nose or the small gold hoop in his ear either.
Kevin caught sight of the Maserati just as he turned his wrist to check the time on his watch. Right on time, of course.
Michael probably timed it to the second.
The car glided to a stop next to him and Kevin opened the
door.
“Good morning,” Michael said.
“Morning.” Kevin slipped into the seat and snapped the
seat belt.
Michael gestured to a paper cup with a lid. “I bought you
coffee. I don’t know if you like it sweetened or with cream, so
I got the packages and you can make it the way you like it.
There’s a breakfast sandwich for you in that bag, too.” Kevin glanced down at the fast food bag at his feet. A
lump formed in his throat. Even now Michael was trying to
take care of him. “Thanks.”
“I’d appreciate if you wait until we get to the office
though. No eating or drinking in my car.”
“All right.” Kevin looked out the window as Michael
pulled out of the parking lot. “Isn’t this really out of your
way?”
“Yes.”
Michael’s tone chilled him and Kevin hugged himself. For
a moment the humiliation and loneliness from when he was
fifteen reared its ugly head. He pushed it away as best he
could. He didn’t want to go down that road again. He’d gotten
past that, hadn’t he?
“You look nice,” Michael said into the awkward silence. “I look like a dork. But I guess it’s better than the car wash
smock.” Kevin sighed and leaned back. “When I worked at
my old job I used to spend a lot of money on clothes. I went out a lot to this gay bar in West Hollywood. I don’t go there
much anymore.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “Well, transportation’s an issue. I could
probably get some people to pick me up I guess. Most of that
crowd doesn’t know I lost my job though. Most of them don’t
much care. It’s not like they were good friends or anything.
Anyway, I didn’t usually have to pay for drinks because a lot
of guys would buy them for me whenever I went there. To be
honest I didn’t always like the way I acted while I was there.”
Kevin toyed with the hem of his shirt, feeling stupid for
sharing all this information with Michael considering things. “Yeah, it’s best you stay away from those kinds of places.
Guys are looking for an easy lay and they’ll slip stuff into
your drinks,” Michael said. “I don’t like the idea of you going
there.”
Kevin decided it was definitely time to change the subject.
“You didn’t tell me how much this job would pay.” “How much did you make at the car wash?”
“Minimum wage plus tips.”
“And at your old office job?”
“Sixteen an hour.”
Michael nodded. “Okay. How about twenty an hour.” “Twenty?” Kevin repeated.
“Not enough? How about twenty-two?”
Kevin’s mouth fell open. “For filing and inputting and
stuff?”
“Twenty-five?
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