Saturday rolled up and Keith made his way to Roll-Out auto shop., waving at Beezer as he came in "Hey! I'm here to help!" he said.
Benjamin "Beezer" Rickets was a 16 year old with short platinum grey hair with black tips, his eyes were modified to look like a robots and were grey with green oval pupils. He grinned, flashing a set of braces with yellow bands around them "Hey Keith!" he waved. Grease smeared his face making the freckles on the pale skin pop.
Nyma walked out of the office and smiled "thanks Keith.." she said ".. but could you come with me to the hospital to see Rolo?" he blinked but nodded "alright?" he said and followed her to her car.
They got in the white Subaru and drove to Vrepit Sa Memorial Hospital. Keith told her about the date he'd been on as they walked up to the elevator and up to the floor Rolo is on.
Walking into the room, they walked in and saw Lance standing by Rolo's bed "Nyma! Darling! How are you!" he said kissing both her cheeks, then turning to Keith "Mi hermosa amatista! Keith" he kissed his cheek.
Nyma smiles "Hey Lance! What are you doing here?" The Latino smiled at her "I had to come see the beat mechanic in Arus!" He said.
Rolo smiled stiffly "you just say that because we grew up close to each other.." He muttered. Nyma sighed "Did you hear what the idiot did?" Lance blinked "what?"
"He went to a freaking loan-shark!" she growled.
Lance turned toward Rolo, his back turned to them "what?! Why?" he said "I could have easily given you the money.."
Rolo frowned, eyes misty "well.. You know me.. Not one for charity.." he said stiffly.
Lance turned back around "well.. It was great to see you again! Wish it was in better circumstances.." he said and kissed boths cheeks "and I will see you.. Later.." he purred as he walked out.
Rolo looked at him ".. Keith.. How do you know Lance?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. Nyma turned to him "yeah, how?"
Keith felt his face heat up "I.. He's the one I went on a date with" he said making Nyma squeal a bit "How sweet! Lance is an amazing person! And so handsome too!" she said.
Rolo had gotten real quiet "... Just.. Be careful Keith.. Lance's family are a bit… Harsh.." he said
Nyma rolled her eyes "don't listen to him!" she huffed. She walked over and kissed her husband "i'll be back tonight with Ollie" she promised and herded Keith out of the room and back to the car.
He sighed "so.. Rolo grew up with Lance?" Keith asked. Nyma nodded "his mother worked for Lance's father"
Keith blinked "like.. Wait.. Are.. Is Lance from a wealthy family?" he asked her. She looked at him "Yeah, Did he not tell you? He comes from real old money.. His family has its hands in a lot of major areas throughout.. Well.. the world.." she explained.
His eyes widened. He hadn't thought of Lance possibly being in a rich family, he'd just assumed Lance had worked his way up to that point. No wonder it was easy for him to spend money.
Keith looked a head as they drove back to the shop "so.. You get some big shots at your shop?" he asked.
She hummed "yeah, thanks to Lance.. And man do those men like to gossip.." she huffed.
He bit his lip and got out after they parked at the shop. He quickly got to work helping Beezer out with the latest customer, sending the old couple off with smiles on their faces.
At quitting time, he waved goodbye to Nyma and Beezer and drove home.
He parked his bike, taking off his helmet and shaking off his helmet hair. He go off walking up the stairs before realizing he drove to the wrong apartment, again.
Groaning he walked back downstair and forgoed the helmet just rushing to his new apartment building.
It was still weird having his own parking space. He walked through the lobby and into the elevator and pressed the 20th floor button. He looked out from the glass elevator going up and watched the streets, cars, and people get smaller. Hearing the ping and turning to see the door open. He walked down the turquoise carpet leading to a mahogany door with the number 534 on a silver number plate.
He opened the door and looked around at the- His apartment. Kicking off his shoes in the hall closet. The floors were a rich oak hardwood floor that lead into the living room that flowed into the kitchen that had dark stained cabinets, stainless steel appliances and marble countertops.
He put his bag in the office and walked to the bedroom where a four poster bed stood on the plush red beige carpet. The blue silk sheets and black duvet stood out against the earthy tones on the wall.
His journey led him to the black tiled floors of his master bathroom. He turned the water on in the huge round white marble tub, feeling the temperature was perfect, he quickly undressed and slipped into the water, practically moaning as the water eased the overworked muscles.
As he relaxed there, he let his mind wonder to Lance. To his dominant personality, to his kind smile behind sinful lips. Startling blue eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. His silk voice that purred those addictive little nicknames. He wanted to hear that voice begging for release, watch that tongue twist and roll with his name.
He shot up realising where exactly his thoughts were going and quickly stood, draining the tub and choosing to finish cleaning in the shower, a cold shower.
He sighed as he walked out and dressed in a pair of fluffy red flannel pajamas that Lance had gotten him.
Tying his hair back, he slipped under his covers and clapped, the lights going out and him falling asleep peacefully on the comfortable bed.
