Fix Me

It was already 3 AM. Jay had been up since midnight. He was waiting for a new picture or status update. Maybe that was stalking, but Jay did not care. He was learning, so that he could face him again. Probably tomorrow. Or in a week. Or in a month.

One day.

• • •

"Jay, you look terrible today," Lloyd said. "Again."

Jay blankly stared at him.

"You're still on your break-up, right?"

"It wasn't a breakup. We just needed space," Jay replied, crossing his arms.

The metro stopped and Jay was thrown forward. He wobbled on his feet but quickly got back steady.

"I told you to hold on to something."

"Shut up."

He grabbed a handle and screwed his chapka on his head. The metro's robotic voice announced their stop and they jumped off. The two friends headed for the exit. Jay rubbed his eyes, and when he reopened them, his glance fell on someone. Could it be…? No. He didn't live in that part of town. He wanted to check, but the familiar face was already gone.

• • •

After a painful day of work, the freckled boy was back at his small apartment. When he opened the door, cockroaches crawled away, disturbed by the opened door. One had climbed on the door handle and was starting to creep up Jay's hand.

He gazed at the creature and said:

"Aren't you lucky. You don't have to deal with alcoholic boyfriends, judgmental friends and a terrible job." He stopped. "Well, you do live in a dump."

Jay brought his eye upon at his crammed apartment.

"Just like me," he continued, before brushing off his hand the small bug.

He fell on his bed, but felt something hard under him. His phone.

"I left it all day here. What an idiot."

When Jay took the electronic device, a static discharge run through his fingers and he muffled a hiss of pain. He should really get to learn how to control those elemental powers before the neighbors complain to him again because he made the whole building disjunct.

As he stared at the phone, an idea started growing in his head.

"I should probably call him."

Jay searched through his contacts for this very special name. A four letter one.

Ha ha…

The number dialed itself and Jay waited a few moments before the line was picked up.

"Heyyyyyy…Jay…? I-Is that you?…Dude, like…wow… I-I…"

This hazy sentence was shortly followed by a few hiccups. Jay pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Are you drunk again?"

"Psh, no! I-I'm just…um…kind of…It's just…I-I don't even…"

And he broke out in a hysterical laugh cut by violent sobs.

"I'm coming," Jay declared.

"N-No it's…okay…"

The rest were only sobs.

• • •

Jay had taken the first bus that had came. He had lost himself, but was at his ex-boyfriend's porch shortly after. He ringed at the door. No answer. Not a sound.

He figured out the door was already opened. He stepped in.

The young man at the dining table lifted his head and gave Jay a graceful but desperate smile.

"Jay…Y-You're here…"

"Hey, Cole," Jay answered.

Cole got up, stumbling. The chair fell along with a few beer bottles. He limped over to Jay and led him to the couch before falling in his arms. Cole fell on top of him and started kissing him wildly. Jay pushed him off.

"Stop it Cole. This is wrong."

A muffled cry came out from Cole's throat and he started sobbing again. He slouched down next to Jay and put his hands over his face. He cried and his shoulders shook frantically, but in complete and utter silence.

Jay wrapped his thin arms around Cole's sturdier body.

"My life's a mess," he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

"Hush, hush, my baby," Jay replied, softly wiping the tears off Cole's face. Then he let him rest his head on his small shoulders.

"I need you. You fix me up. You're like…my own personal nurse," Cole murmured. "But you don't need me…"

Jay placed a soft kiss on his head.

"Nurses have to take care of their patients."