I'm not sure what was something horribly off about that morning. Maybe it was the sky and how it was a cold lifeless gray, or maybe it was the air and and stale it was. Or maybe it was just the way I was feeling today. There was a certain dread in my heart that he couldn't shake for the life of me, and maybe it would really come to that.
But he didn't have time to think about that, today I had to unpack the few beloved items I have on me from my old home, and the one before that and the one before that and so on. Really it had been so long since I had felt like he had a real home anyway.
I've had just moved once again and Im not too pleased with the new apartment, it wasn't really much to me honestly. But it was a place to stay and live and that's what mattered at the end of the day. I had a bed, fridge and a bathroom and that's what matters. Plus a few extra things that would help get me through the day. Really through it didn't take me vary long to put up he's belongings and before long he was all set up there, just a day after moving in. Huh, New record.
The only thing I'm wasn't sure what to do with my camera. It was the best thing I owned at the time, and probably ever will own. Honestly I'm not sure weather I'll ever do freelance photography ever again, it's not that I don't want to its just... Well I don't have the stuff or the time really to pull it off anymore. It just isn't the time right now. But that doesn't mean I go take pictures any more, no no in fact I'll take some tomorrow, if I get the chance. I know little about this town anyway, wouldn't hurt to have a look around the scenery and the people. Not that it was vary pretty just...
Actually, what's the wait? I'm hungry enough, and I have the money. Yeah that's what I'll do, through this probably is a mistake though...
Without thinking on the matter anymore I sit up off the couch and slowly I grab bottom up shirt to pull over my more casual one and grab my camera, making for sure that there's a card inside and head out of the apartment, locking the door behind me.
The walk out hadn't been to bad through I was a little confused the father I got. For the most part I was just wondering around on my own, looking for somewhere to eat. I toke a few pictures of the landscape around me but the city was rather drave. The people didn't seem to awfully interesting but I suppose I couldn't judge on that front. Through they didn't seem rude like some other places I've been so that was a upgrade in that front. In all fairness I wasn't exactly the most interesting looking guy in the world anyway. The people around me seemed awfully busy for people on a Tuesday, but what can you do.
After looking around for a while and taking a few more pictures I had finally found a basic fast food restaurant that didn't sound to bad to me. So letting the camera hang around my neck in front of my chest (which probably wasn't too good for my neck given how heavy it was.) I went inside and signed quickly when I saw that there was a fairly long line to order. Should have thought about it being lunch hour but of course I wouldn't. Still biting my tongue I got in line against my better judgement. Really everything was going horribly slow today , and the gray color over everything wasn't helping. I should have moved in during summer then maybe I would have got a better first impression of this town but hopefully I'll last long enough here to make it to next summer. It was early fall right now so maybe there where a few good warm days left still. It seemed like no one brought their families there which was odd given this was a family themed restaurant but it wasn't any of my business. Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention but before I could make out what it was the lady at the front of the waved her hand at me. "Your up next sir." She said at me, making my face flush and my hands fly into my pockets. "Oh... sorry." I said as I walked to the vary front of the line and started ordering. It wasn't like I ordered anything fancy really, just a burger and fries, as I was waiting for my order to be finished I started looking for a table when once again something caught my eye. In the back of the restaurant sitting next to one of the big family sized tables alone was this man. A vary strange looking man. And two things where checking my eyes, one was he's purple blueish jacket which was oddly off putting in this kind of investment. And two was the fact that he was looking right at me and gesturing me to come over to him. It was hard to tell was my face looked like given how surprised I felt, but it probably wasn't anything too warm at the time. So he put he's hand down, but he didn't stop looking at me. So I basically had to force myself to look away from him as kids turned around as the lady at the front was talking to me once again. I gave her my money and grabbed my little tray of food and started walking away.
Even though there had been a sizable line most of the people went back in their cars, and there really weren't that many people in the restaurant, only about 7 including me. So I had many tables to choose from. But once again that man in the back grabbed my attention and I looked back at him. Still he was watching me with this blank expression, wasn't moving he's hands anymore like before but I got the feeling that he wanted to. Freezing up me and the man kept looking right at each other, not knowing what to do. For a second I saw a bit of worry in he's glace and then I toke a step back, not knowing what to do. For once he looked down at he's hands and away from me, that's when I noticed he had half uneaten food besides him, looked like he had just stopped eating it too. After a few more seconds of awkward silence I felt like the other people in the restaurant where looking at me which oddly enough felt worse in my mind so deciding he couldn't do much to me here anyway I started walking thwarted him. I stopped again half way to him when he smiled at me as he saw that I was close, but I didn't let that stop me as I walked all the way over to him, standing next to he's table still looking at him. "Uhh, hey?..." I started. He just looked at me for a few seconds like he was expecting me to be the first one to start this most likely wacko conversation. "Do you need something?.." I asked, becoming lightly flustered. After a few more seconds of looking at me he said quietly. "Your new, you moved in the appointment complex down street." My mouth opened then shut again. That wasn't a question... "yes I did actually, how did you know?" He looked back down at he's hands, not like he was embarrassed but more like he was bored with talking. "I stay around there after hours." "Oh, you live there then. That's s-" "I don't have the money to live there. I said I stay around there." Now my mouth really stayed shut this time. He then gestured to the chair next to me t the table and I sat down without thinking, laying my food beside me. Seeing me laying my food down probably reminded him that he also had food and after blinking a few times looked back down to he's now cold food and touched it with a hesitant finger but pulled it back, seemingly not needing it anymore. Through given how horribly skinny he looked I think he did need it. Once again he was watching me eat my food. "Ahh, I'm guessing you want to live in that apartment then right?" He nodded, and started smiling again, something about the way he was smiling bothered me. He's hole appearance was a little off putting in a way. He's skin was a grayish pale and he's hair was a dirty blonde and was fairly long too, at least it looked like it was brushed. He had a light beard and worse somewhat colorful clothes compared to the rest of he's body. Through they weren't that colorful but still. Really it was he's eyes that bothered me but I don't really want to talk about them, they make me feel weird..
"I know there are little free apartments left by the time you got here, so your room is 302 yes?" Suddenly the swallowed all the food I hahad iin ymy mouth painfully. "What the?! Yes why!?" I practically screamed at him in shock, in my right mind I wouldn't have been that rude about it. He himself seemed a little taken aback. Through still seemed in fine cheer, even looking more happy in he's own creepy little way. "That's a special room, room." He said, looking at me a little closer. "Have you noticed that yet?" I played layed my burger down, not looking away from him for a second. "Ah, no it seems normal to me." He shook he's head like I had said the most silly thing he could think of, almost like I was a child. "I'm vary jealous of you." He said, then he started looking at my hand laying on the table, which made me kind of nervous. "Ahh, oh I forgot to get a drink ah, let me get one real quick." He nodded still smiling as I stud up and picked up my tray as I went. I didn't want him doing anything to my food while I wasn't watching. Walking off I went over to the drink dispensers and grabbed a cup, getting some basic soda for myself not even thinking, a part of my wanted to go away and get out of this store but in all honesty there was something vary exciting about this strange conversation. I don't think he was homeless through he did seem poor, and he had to be if he couldn't live in my apparent complex. And I definitely don't think he was on drugs because he's eyes, breath and smell didn't convey that at all, he didn't seem to smell like anything to my understanding. Really there was something interesting about this talk that was very new to me. Couldn't hurt to entertain it a little longer, even if I had to be careful what I said around this man.
After thinking it over some I walked back over to where the man was sitting and toke back my set to the other side of him. It seemed like he had eaten some more of he's food and was now back to starring at me again. "So, ah is there anything you wanted from me then?" I asked. "He didn't seem to interested in answering me, just shrugged. "Well okay then..." soon I was back to eating my food, when I was almost done eating my burger I guessed he realized maybe a little how weird he looked with he's unfinished food and quickly finished it off, not seeming to enjoy it and still watching me the hole time. He's gaze was less focused then before through he seemed to have taken a new found interest in my hands which was a little strange.
Right as I was finishing my fries he spoke up again. "Your a photographer?" You pointed to the camera around my neck. "Ah, yes I am. Well, I'm going to be taking other jobs soon but, ah, you know." He nodded, still looking at my hands. "Who are you?" "Ah..." I sat back in my chair. "I'm Henry?" "You are?" He smiled, a little more genuine then before, making me laugh some. "You are then?" I asked. "Walter Sullivan." He waved he's hand in the air like it wasn't important. "You are?" I laughed, through my good humour was a little lost again when I spotted him looking at my hands again. "You moved in well then?" He asked, seemingly distracted by something unknown. "Yes, I have." I rubbed my head some, feeling a little funny. I drank some more of my soda and looking outside the window in the restaurant. "Ah! It's raining. " I said as I looked down at my camera, wishing it was waterproof but it was only resistant. "It's your camera right?" He asked as I looked back at him. "I can give you my coat, so you can put it over the camera when you go out." Suddenly I felt a little warm, as I stud up. "No no no, I'll be just fine,thank you for the offer through." I grabbed my food tray and thrown the contents inside it away in the nearest trash can, living the tray itself beside it. This Walter guy apparently had gotten up without me hearing him and suddenly wrapped he's long purple blueish jacket around my camera and hands, making me jump a little. He did it far too quickly for me to properly tell what happened before he was walking away from me and out of the store.
Of course I didn't sleep well that night, but that wasn't horribly new. With this terrible sleep schedule of mine I should probably take a stay at home job if need be. Through I can't think of one that would fit me best, photography was still on my mind but still something about the idea still bothered me.a Right now I was waiting in bed till the sun completely came up, all my belongings where put up and I had nothing really important left to do. Well except for buying groceries but I really don't eat much so that can wait till tomorrow. It wasn't like I was out of money or anything, no there was still a pretty good amount left from my last job and home, again I don't own much and try to take little. At least I hope I take little, people seem to think I do. The best thing I got is my camera, even if it didn't have a lot of the good new features of more newer models, no it was a slightly older one but it sure did do it's job well and that's a fact. On my oh so long list of things to do there where find a job and meet my new neighbours. I guess I'll let them meet me if they want to so that leaves find a job, I didn't need one right away but if there isn't anything to take up my time then I'll find myself in places like this, bored and not knowing what to do.
Begrudgingly I moved up and stretched my arms above the rest of my body then let them fall back down again. My back had a certain ache in it but I ignored it and sleepy made my way over to the fridge, opening it I was meet with the fact that there weren't real breakfast food and having old ham to start off your day didn't interest me much. So I shut the fridge and walked in the living room bored as a rock. I could just work in a basic convenient store for a little while, better then working in a fast food restaurant, last time I did that I felt sick almost every day. Yeah, it wouldn't give me much money but it was better then nothing I suppose. I could do that then. Seems like a plan, I agreed on when I sat back down on my bed, barely realizing I had did that. Slowly I layed back down and pulled the thin blanket back over me again, looking around my room. Well I had come to my conclusion and still felt a little lost none the less. Still looking around my eyes fell on the purple jacket laying next to the camera on the night stand next to my bed. Quickly I remembered everything that happened yesterday and I nearly laughed out loud, there was something so oddly pleasing about that strange encounter, huh, he said he was around the apartment a lot didn't he? I could see him again but that may not be a vary good thing in all respects through. He didn't seem homeless or on something, and it was probably he's lunch break when I saw him so that meant that he probably had a job too. Then their was he's jacket too, it didn't look too bad and a homeless person surely wouldn't be wearing something like that, let alone give it away so freely. Thinking about it made me squirm where I was laying, I don't like how he was looking at me at all. And at my hand. For a few seconds at a time he would smile for naturally, and that was more comfortable but then he would go back to having this odd look in he's eyes. It wasn't hollow it was more so pained looking. But we all have our inner demons so I wouldn't judge him on that front. It would be nice if I saw that guy again just for the weirdness of it all, but if not that would be fine too then. But for now I guess I just had a free jacket, nice. But first I think I'll have to wash it before using it, and the clothes I was wearing now too. So that's the new agenda then, find some kind of probably has station to get a job at, and wash some clothes, nice.
Maybe looking for a job to do list had gone a little too well perhaps. Because though I hadn't applied yet there just so happened to be a gas station only a mile away from my apparent complex, and they seemed to be in need of new workers too. I was kind of hoping it would take longer for me to find somewhere to work for the time being, but it wasn't like I would be staying in that job for a long time regardless. Still they may turn me down which didn't sound to bad at the time being, still through I was thankful for the opportunity anyway.
Right now it was dark outside and despite he having the shortest to do list in human history I only had gotten one of my two things done. None of my clothes have been washed yet which is starting to become a actually problem given I hadn't had a shower in almost a week, ew. Probably should have done that first before walking around the city all day long doing nothing. I'm pretty sure I can remember a laundry mat being close by here so I could just go out and do that now then right? Or maybe tomorrow instead, it is dark out and there probably closed anyway by this hour too. Yeah, tomorrow then. And the grocery store too, I needed to go there as well. I literally have nothing to eat tomorrow. Gosh, when did I become so careless then?
Again, that interview when almost a little too well. It felt like I got the job the second I walked in the door. Apparently it wasn't a hard job even for working at a gas station, people didn't go inside for anything but the flu because of how small it was they barely solid any small food for little parts either. No coffee machine either. Didn't pay well either but hey, like the I said I don't use much money, and this apartment didn't coast much either so. Huh, as soon as I start working I'll be all set to go here. That's actually kind of sad,
I opened the door to the laundry mat and looked around. It was still light out and I guess that means washing my clothes and buying some groceries. I would much rather have a washer and dryer from home but I didn't, at least that means I don't have to worry about breaking the darn things. Still regardless I paid my proper amount, found a empty washer and thrown the few clothes I had that I wasn't wearing in it. It would be dark soon and I still had to make the time to buy some food for the rest of the week too, so hopefully this wasn't too slow of a washer. No one else was really in the Landry mat with me besides a few bored looking women. In fact I seemed to be the only man in the hole place. Huh, that was funny. Lucky for me no one toke any interest in me, which was just fine.
Before long they where out of the washer and into the dryer. Then they where finally done. Once again in was faced with the sad fact that I didn't own a car, so that meant I would have to carry the clothes back to my place, put them back THEN go back out to get groceries. Lovely. Because it was already cold and dark out I put on the new found purple jack I gotten and carried the rest of my clothes by hand all the way home, just great.
Food fair really isn't my favorite shore to go too, but it's the closest place to my apartment (been saying that a lot to myself lately, am I really that lazy?) So I guess that's where I'm going to be going for now on. Since I do have enough money to buy in bulk this time, I decided when I had gotten in to get out a normal sized buggy unlike how I normally just get a small bag or something. I'm not really the kind of person who normally does this though, buying in bulk isn't really my thing. Today was Tuesday, so it was a little surprising to see that many people in here today, you would think who ever was going would have done it yesterday given it was a Wednesday. But if I was here then others could be too, I guess the company was nice, not to many screaming children or rude customers seemingly. It was still quite as I started walking around.
On my list where all the basic foods really, I try to buy more breakfast oriented stuff given I almost always skip lunch everyday weather I'm home or not. For dinner I can just have something heated up or whatever, I'm not picky by any means. I needed drinks too, milk and water and that's about it, too much soda kinda hurts a little to be honest...
Oh, oh that's him again isn't it? Oh yeah, that's him. The difference through this time is that I'm the one who sees him, he hasn't seemed to notice me at all yet. He was in a group of four other people, looked like he was hanging off to the side, I'd say he was about one row ahead of me and was picking out some of what looked like to be caned foods. He only had a vary little bag with him and not a buggy. I stood not sure what to do with myself. I probably would have just walked right up to him but there was all the other people around him which worried me a little, I really have no idea to how this guy will react. Well while I was taking too long to ponder what to do the other people slowly when to other rows regardless. Leaving my change wide open.
Nervously I walked closer to him till we we're both in the same row, but he had he's gaze fixed on picking a can. "Hey," I said, probably too quietly given he didn't seem to even notice me. "Hey, Walter.." I put my hand on he's shoulder lightly and he swerved back at me looking a little shocked, dropping the can on the ground. "Oh! I'm sorry." He opened he's mouth then shut it again, looking all over me confused. "..." he bent down and picked up he's can off the floor then placed it back up on the shelf, seemingly forgetting about he's task. "Sorry, I just wanted to say hey." He nodded and thrown the bag over he's shoulder. "Have you noticed anything special about your apartment yet?" He asked me, in a mostly moniton voice. "Uh, no not yet." "Mhh, your not looking hard enough..." that seemed to barely come out of he's mouth, he wasn't looking me in the eyes, he was looking at my hands and now chest, what is this guy's problem with eye contact? "Mhh, walk with me." I said as I started going in front of him with my buggy. He did follow behind me almost a little too close behind as he's foot kept almost hitting mine. "I'm surprised I found you hear, didn't really think I'd see you again." It toke him a while to respond but when he did it was very matter of fact like. "You would have, everyone in the apartment complex has." "Oh," I said as I started picking up my food openness by one. There was this strange silence that fell between us again. It wasn't horribly awkward or anything, it just wasn't normal. Through seemed friendly in a way, maybe I should be the one to do all the talking, he doesn't seem like much of a talker. "Your just picking up cans then?" I asked him, since he was behind me I have no idea what he's face would have looked like, probably pretty blank, he did have a farley nice face to look at... "About it yes." "Mhh." My own cart was getting fuller and fuller given I was making really good time, sadly this conversation wouldn't be able to last much longer. "Aren't you going to get any water or something?" I asked, still looking around for the last items on my list. We where both in a farley open row at this point, and now I really was glad I had the jacket on because it sure was cold around the frozen meats. "If I wanted a drink, I would get one. I came here for food and toilet paper." I looked over to him, stopping abruptly. "Oh man, you really are poor. Want me to help you out at all?" He too looked back at me, looking genuinely confused, which was probably the most human he's face ever looked up to this point. "I'm not poor." He said, a very real sense of confusion in he's voice, almost offence. "Ahh, but you said you couldn't afford to live in my apartment complex... didn't you?" Suddenly I stepped back a little, feeling a little stupid for pointing that out. "Oh.. I can live in your complex, if it wasn't for Frank..." my eyes widen some, Frank was the owner of that complex, and he seemed like a nice man, what did he not like about Walter? Besides being, ah creepy I guess. "He.. won't let you live there?" I asked, Walter again started looking at my hands. "No, I never asked." "Okay..." I turned back around and slowly started walking again. Not even remembering what I wa looking for in the first place.
There was a kind of almost hollowness in my gut. I don't mean hunger really, just some kind of weird need that was starting to bother me. Really I couldn't pin it down yet but I would get there soon. It felt kind of tingly almost.
Trying to ignore the weird comment Walter made or the strange feeling inside of me I finally remembered what I was looking for and picked it up, taking him along with me to the cash out section and we both payied for our items individually. Really given he's slack over possession I was worried that he was annoyed at me for asking him to come along, which probably wasn't a great idea but since it was dark out and we where both at the end of the store, I turned over to Walter. "Well, it's late and I'm sure you want to go home now. So I'll just be leaving-" "do you want me to help with you the food?" "I'm sorry what?" I asked, getting a funny feeling in my stomach again. "I have a car, I can drive you home." He said, like it was clear. "Uhh, sure. Do you, ah- want something from me?" He seemingly thought about something for a second, which the wait was a little bothersome, it took a while and made me a little nervous. "Yes, but I won't ask for it." He started walking outside into the night air, and I didn't know how cold it had gotten in such a short period of time. "You can ask me," I mumbled, following him to the car port. "No, you wouldn't be found of it." "What?" After looking around for a while I was getting the impression that Walter didn't remember where he's car was, and the look on he's face wasn't helping. It was like a confused, almost innocent face. If it wasn't for he's eyes through, that was the give away. "I'm not asking anything of you." He sad and he spotted he's car and quickly started walking over to it. Apparently it was a dark gray, small car. It seemed vary warn down but looked vary clean at th the same time. Like it had been used a long time and loved a longer one. He popped open the back of the car and moved away, gesturing me to put my food in as he walked to the left, opened the passenger side door and layed he's bags across both seats, was he trying to block off both seats in the back seemingly. What was up with that? Regardless I put my bags inside and shut the door as Walter got up to the driver seat. Suddenly I wasn't feeling quite as confident about this as I was before, going in a stranger's car and letting him take me home? Yeah, if I was a teenage girl this would more or less certain death. I kind of felt like a teenage girl right now anyway.
Going up I open the passenger side door and start trying to move the bags out of the way for some of the seats when from the front I hear. "What are you doing?" I look over at him to see he was giving me a strange look. "Moving some of your bags so I can get in?" He shook he's head. "Sit in the front." I probably should have guessed that. "I don't have to do that, it's no big deal.." He didn't reply after that, so moved the other bags out of the way, and sat down and bucked up. Walter said nothing after that, and soon the car started up and the car was on the move. For some reason I really couldn't think of any thing as the car was soon the move, sometimes I could feel Walter's eyes on me which bothered me a little. This is a little hard to understand, something seems a little off, there's something off about this hole situation. Then it started to rain a little outside, kind of like a drizzle. Which sent a ray of calming little noises inside the car, filling my brain with peace. Suddenly the calm in the car didn't feel quite as heavy, the only problem was the burden in my stomach didn't light up, in fact it was almost rising, making my legs moved around trying and failing to be comfortable and my hands fiddle with each other. The pain was mainly in my torso now and when I looked back at Walter, then he glanced back at me sharing eye contact the pain felt less painful and more... fun? No playful, like it was sinfully poking at me, waiting for me to react. Right then and there I understood it and as soon as I did I looked away and now made sure to keep quite, I may be boring and lack any real goals in life, but I understand my physical emotions just fine, which is why I got red the longer I sat there.
The rain didn't stop us from getting home, apparently it was actually a really short time to get there on car. I climbed out and grabbed my bags as I went, still not saying much and neither did Walter. The bags felt more heavy after sitting there for so long hunched over on my back. When I was shutting the door behind me I saw Walter nodding at me. "Uh, are you going then?" I asked. "I need to be getting home." He said flatly, getting ready to roll up the Windows, he was clearly looking outside at the appointment complex. "Hey, uh," I put my hand on where the window would raise up. "You said my apparent was special, do you want to see it and tell me why? Like, go in?" He gave me a very weird look, almost like I said something crude, I felt crude right then and there, asking him something with unpure intent behind it. He looked down at my hand and stared at it for a bit. "Why do you want me there?" He asked, he voice a little angry almost, deep down. "Because, ah you said it was a special place. I want you to show me why." He looked at suspiciously, throwing more profoundly now. "That's not it, I know you don't care about that. Why do you want me there?" He's question was more deep and to the point then before. As it rained lighting on my back I opened my mouth, then shut it again. Becoming vary quite. Soon I could feel my face getting hot my and legs tired, so I looked away from he's face and more to he's hands, but never fully looking away. From the warm light inside the car showing he's face I could see he's eyes widening and face go red. He's grip on the staring wheel got firmer and he still looked me right in the face. "... Uh, we can't do that here." I looked back to him in full and throwned. "Do what?" I asked innocently. He eyed me again, ignoring my stupid comment. "This place is to special, your appointment I mean, my..." he shock he's head, under normal circumstances I would have probably been more curious, but now I was desperate to know where he was going with this, I needed to know. "If you huh, put up your groceries, we can go to my home." He said, regarding more confidence. Which made me thrown some. "Isn't it late and all? And why would I go to your house at this time of night?" Again, questions I known the answers to. Walter throwned, then shook he's head. "Do you want to go?" I rubbed my hand a little. "Yes..." then Walter made a almost too pleased face. "Then come home with me." My face got red again and I slowly nodded, turning around and letting the rain role off my back as I started walking, no running home to put up my groceries. A terrible blush coming over me, as even the idea of need posited my mind and made it hard to walk, or think. When I was inside I tried not to get any of the hotel furniture wet as I ran by, hoping no one could just look at me and know what I was doing, of course how could they? No one normally played attention to me anyway, how would they know? Fumbling for my keys I opened my door, the apparently special door 302, and ran in. Calming down for a second I placed my food in the right places one by one, forgetting to be speedy and just getting lost in the motion. Shutting the fridge door I walked backwards until I was sitting on my couch, practically about to fall asleep right then and there, I had to stay up just a little longer, through I was so tired I could barely stay up. I just needed to lay down for a second to think about all this, not that there was really a different outcome then what it was leading up to. Backing out now would just leave me unsatisfied...
Slowly I got up and walked out of the apartment, locking and shutting the door behind me. Trying not to cause any attention from the few people that would still be awake at this hour, I walked outside and out of the apartment complex again. The rain had only gotten worse at this time so I actually ran back to Walter's car, but right as I was opening the door to the back seat and got in, I noticed Walter wasn't in the front, or in the car at all it seemed. He left it unlocked and even left the lights on, but he was no where to be found. Leaning upwards to look at the front of the car I even saw that he left he's keys hear too. What had happened to him? Did he try to follow me or something? Annoyed I sat back down and throwned. If I was smart I would lock the doors in the car in case something bad had happened to him, but that would be rude, locking a man out of he's own car. Starting to get annoyed I opened the door to my car and poked my head out in the rain, looking for him but not seeing any signs of life. "Walter? Hey Walter!" I called out, but no one answered me back. Now just tired I shut the car door and laid back down, completely out of it. It was getting later and later by the moment and it was starting to drain on me hard. I'm not sure why but something in me just felt dead tonight, and alive too, if Walter would come back I was liking where this was going...
Suddenly I heard a tap tap next to my face and I woke with a start. Turning to my right I saw Walter opening my cart door. "Get out." "What?" Before I could properly react he grabbed my arm and lifted me out, resting me by he's side as he thrown what seemed to be a almost empty bag inside, I couldn't tell what was in there but it seemed to be a small box and something else too. "Hey, wear where you?" I asked groggy as he opened the door to the front car seats and sat me down there, taking he's spot next to me with the wheel. "Sorry, I needed to buy something real quick." Something about he's voice sounded vary pleased with himself. "Buy what?" He didn't answer but he did glance over at me and had this mildly sinister smile on he's face, which made me sink back into my seat. Now I really wish he hadn't made me sit in the front with him.
The drive wasn't too long at all. But my mind was going so fast I probably didn't notice most of it. Before I could tell what was happening he was out of the car, grabbed he's white bag and was helping me up with a term grab on my hand, he was practically running out of the small parking lot, so fast I could barely tell where we where. But my body was getting warmer and warmer as we went so I was thankful for the speed, was he feeling it too? Apparently he didn't live in a apartment at all, he lived in this small little gray out trapped between two other buildings. It looked small from the outside but since only one person lived in it it would work. Walter was fumbling with the keys in he's hands, trying to get the door open and failing, the longer he waited the more uncomfortable I was getting. "We should have went to my place." I mumble, feeling almost like I needed to go to the bathroom, is was like that in a way. "No," he said flatly, finally getting the door open at last. "Please hurry..." I winced, feeling so horribly uncomfortable. He seemed to act to my cry and practically dragged me into he's house. I barely had time to register what the surroundings looked like as he held on to my hand speed walking, barely shutting the door behind us. We walked past a kitchen and and living room, the house was so dark though I could barely tell, it was so dark in fact he had to help me up the stairs because I wasn't used to them, almost everything was unseable. "Walter... please." He held my hand tighter as we got to the top and he opened the door and what seemed to be he's bedroom door and walked in. Leaving me at the front of the room. Suddenly a dim warm almost pink light came into the room, which was apparently a night stand light. Showed the room to still be dark, only less messy then I first thought. There was a closet and a laundry basket in the room but the main thing I was focused on was the bed I the middle of the room with a blank blanket over it, Walter was certainly pulling it down when he sat up and looked at me. "I- would have prepared the house better, if I had known I'd be doing this." I stumbled to find words as my body was burning hot inside. If he didn't start something now I was going to touch myself right then and there. "What are- what is happening Wal-" "get on the bed, now." He said that like it was a desperate, and for me it was, I don't know about him. Following he's command I walked over and sat on the bed, not knowing what to do with myself, the ideas of what could happen where driving me crazy and I needed to know which one was true. "Please do something, this ah... hurts a lot. Please." To my pleasure and horror he started taking off he's shirt and left it there lying on the ground, quickly walking over to the bed and climbing on. He looked at me almost hungrily waiting for me to do something, when I wasn't checking on he moved closer and grabbed my shirt at the bottom near my stomach and started pulling it over my head. The light contact us made with my chest already made me squirm and hide a noise, he must have noticed this because soon after he had gotten it over my head he moved closer to me until I was under him, he's torso above my torso. "Ah, please stop looking at me l-like that..." I mumbled as him looked like a murderer right then and there. "No." He leaned down and put he's hand on my hand. Giving me one last look before lightly kissing me on the lips. I thought it would last a little longer but just as soon as he started he pulled away, letting go of my hand. "It's been so long..." he mumbled while still looking at me like that. My eyes where blurry with tears from the pain I was feeling below and he must have figured that out. "Do..." he paused, finding the right words. "Please! Just do something!" Imminently he responded to my cry by rubbing he's crouch to mine suddenly with one quick motion. I cried out like a animal and immediately got redder from doing so. "Are... you always like this Henry?" He asked, looking genuinely confused. "Li- like w-what?" I barely got even that out. "So needy?" He said bluntly. "No!" I yelled as I purposely tried to rub my crouch on he's without he's help, but couldn't get a good position to help much. "Your acting like a animal." He said, doing a little rubbing for me, which didn't seem to bother him to much but made me fly my head back with unintelligible words and grown. "When was the last time you acted like this?" I couldn't respond as my hole body was trying to get closer to him, needing him inside. "Help!" I begged like a child.."d-do something! Quick!" I cried harder. If my eyes weren't so foggy I probably would have been a little more creepied out by how pleased he look then. "Will you let me stay at your appeasement for a while?" He asked sweetly, doing a little rub again against me. "Yes! Please help!" He reached out again and touched my chest for a second, seemingly playing till he moved he's finger over to my nipple and rubbed it a little. "Stop! Please stop that and hurry up!" I begged. He only started playing harder while moving the nipple around. "Walter!" I cried, feeling something within me start breaking. Walter moaned, and I could feel him get hard against me as I finally understood there was no going back now, for real. He left me chest alone and leaned back down for a another quick kiss, makingit longer as he rubbed both are hardnesses tougher beautifully, making me almost scream. "Ah, ah a, Help me, please please more." He didn't respond as he lifted me up some on the bed. Taking a good long look at my hardness. In a quick motion he grabbed the line oof my waste band and pulled my pants down all the way, suddenly I felt cold and embarrassed, watching him take a good long look at all of me. "Don't stare." I said firmly, but he ignored me and kept on looking for a good long while, smiling even more creepy like. "How... sensitive are you Henry?" He asked, reaching to touch my penis but only resting he's hand on my hip. "Uh... I don't know." "Fine, well can you stand being fucked?" He asked, no great emotion in he's voice. Before I could answer properly he stated rubbing he's hand on my penis which casted me to roll my head back and cry. "I hope you don't mind me doing this, hold on." He moved away a little bit and kissed me on the lips again before moving off the bed and picked up something beside it. He had the write bag from before and too my dismay pulled out a bottle of some kind of liquid, too dark for me too read. "Get on your belly." He ordered, making me follow immediately. "Sorry if you find this.. rude." Before I could understand what he was talking about I felt him well, you know. Put a wet finger up my ass. Which didn't feel very nice to be honest, him moving inside there like that. Applying more moisture to there, through judging by the noises he was making he seemed to be having a fun time doing it, in fact he seemed to be getting turned on. Which scared me a little. I completely forgot gay men did this... gay... Suddenly I wasn't feeling as confident as he finally stopped putting he's finger up there, and I could here him take off he's pants and underwear behind me. "Walter wait, I'm not feeling good, I mean. I don't know about going further like this. He didn't seem to here me as he slipped on a condom, more like fumbled with it forever. My senses where coming back and I spun around back on my back, looking at him. "Get back Henry, go on your belly." He said, drunk on lust. "But... I'm not gay." Walter looked at me like I was tthe dumbest person in the world. "Ah!" he grabbed my lower half and spun me around till I was on my chest, lower half in the air. "Hold you breath, ill go slow." "Wait please! I won't be able to!" Without a word, he slipped inside of me perfectly. "Ah!~" I moaned wildly, making me start moving without a wait.
Feeling beautifully exposed and hot he kept on moving without hesitation of pain. He's moans where louder and more thunderous then mine became my face was hidden by the bed below me. He went slowly then faster again without warning or fairness just to see what felt best for him. At one point I cried out in pain and he rubbed he's hand against my face to confront me, going a little slower afterwards, but never losing he's speed all together. He never let go on my torso and honestly he moved so infrequently he didn't seem like he's even done this kind of thing before in he's life. But none the less he kept going inside me, making me reach my limit over and over again, about three times, I never lasted as long as him that night...
When I woke up there where two things that came to mind. One was small bit of light coming through the window, surely it must be a dreary day again, a horrible menacing gray that covered the town surely. Without even thinking I moved closer to the warmth beside me. The second feeling was the overall hollowness inside my hole body. Soon there would be a pain in there, and I was waiting for it. "Ah... your a wake Henry?" Walter asked, sounding quite and maybe even sorry. "Yes," I said flatly, trying to get closer to him which may have bothered him some. "Do you have work today?" He asked, he probably wasn't interested in a answer just wanted to brake the ice, or maybe feel less guilty? He seemed too chatty not to be at least a little guilty. "No, do you?" He signed. "No." He sounded relieved almost. I rubbed my face a few times while grumbling, soon I felt a hand go around my neck and rested on my shoulder. "In that case, good morning." I said, laughing a little to myself.
For a second it seemed like nothing else would happen, the room and each other where so still it almost hurt me. And soon something else was going to hurt too. Walter looked over at me, now looking actually guilty. "What is your last name?" My eyes widen, as I realized he didn't know yet, after all that. "Townshed, Henry Townshed." He nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Okay then, good to know." "Hey Walter." He looked back at me directly. "What is special about my room? You said it was so many times but you haven't explained yourself yet." "Oh." He rubbed he's head, making he's long hair even more messy then it already was. "Well you see, I was born in that apartment." I jumped right out from he's arm and looked down at him. "What the Hell?!"