9/10/10 So this one... this one's gonna be a mulitparter. Because honestly, it's too late to write this in one go.
Axel was on his way home from work. He doubted telling people to enjoy their shopping experience should really be called "work" but at least he really couldn't complain. He was the laziest sonofabitch he knew, and his job was by far the easiest one he'd had. But some times it killed him. Like today….
Today this dirty kid tried to come in. Said he just wanted to get out of the cold. But the kid didn't have any shoes, so Axel had to kick him out. It killed him. It really did. He'd spent the rest of the day feeling like shit. It almost lost him his job. His manager told him to cheer the fuck up, or he'd have to fire him. And Axel really needed this job… Art school didn't pay for it's self.
But that kid… there was some horrified look in his eyes. His blue, blue, perfect eyes. Most street kids were angry at the world. But not this kid. This kid stared at everything like it was shiny and new, and a million times larger than him.
You're fucking twenty, Axel. He looked 14!. STOP IT! He couldn't stop thinking about the kid, and honestly it was scaring him. A lot. He couldn't really help it. There was something… horrifying beautiful about him. Hauntingly, if you wanted to get poetic about it. If Axel was ever lucky enough to see him enough, he'd have to buy the kid a meal, lend him his shower, and get on his knees and BEG for him to let Axel draw him.
And fate had a funny way of fucking with people. The next corner Axel turned, there was the kid and he stared at Axel with that same chillingly sad look. It took Axel a second to find words. Any words. Not "You're a fucking Adonis." "Can I please worship you?" "Paintings of you deserve to be hung up in the Louvre," nothing that complex. Simple words like "Hello." or "Hi" or "The" They were… gone.
"You work at Wal-Mart? Right?" The boy's voice and melodic. Lower than Axel had expected. And now he was 17, as far as Axel was concerned. Made him feel slightly less…like a pedophile.
"Yeah…"
"I hope you rot in hell, you fucking piece of shit." The words cut into Axel like he was clay. His words dried up again. He was close to asking the boy. Not now.
And the boy walked off. Barefoot, wide eyed and furious.
