Hey there lovelies. Ba-da-pa Here's chapter 2! Also, if you want to read this story or my other KevEdd story on deviant art check out my profile username: WickedPsychoZombie . Hope you like!
Summary: KevEdd. Kevin stumbles upon a homeless Double D. Fixated on the boy, Kevin takes matters into his own hands.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot of this story and the side Characters Judy & Casandra.
Kevin was a man of many talents. He could pick apart a motorcycle and stick 'er back together like a pro. He knew every cheat code to the newest Grand Theft Auto release and could easily take on half a football team on his own. He was a master with the ladies, the orgasm king as they called him, and the best fuck to every guy he took to his bed. Kevin Barr had street smarts. He knew the city like the back of his hand and all there was to know about every cog and wheel that made this place tick.
Having lived his entire life in New York, Kevin was a metropolitan boy through and through. Country living had never appealed to him so when the opportunity arose he decided to stay. He worked at the local chop-shop redesigning motorcycles while studying for his engineering degree in mechanics. He lived pretty well off since his father owned the shop and he couldn't complain about the upscale flat his mom purchased for him as a high school graduation present. It was one heck of a gift, but in return he had to pay his own way through college. The deal was decent and pretty much all Kevin had to worry about keeping up with his studies and waking up for work each day.
Today was just like any other day for him. Having just clocked out for lunch Kevin made his way through the crowded sidewalk to his favorite food joint. If you were to tell Kevin that the best pizza could only be found in Chicago he'd clock you right on the spot. The man was sensitive about his pizza just like any other die hard New Yorker. His beer on the other hand could easily be debated. It was a slow shift at the shop for him so his pops gave him the go to spend a little extra time off the clock. He guessed his mom had popped in for a visit and was just looking for an excuse to get Kevin out while he snogged his woman. It was no big deal to Kevin. He'd done worse in better places. Just ask the cute blond neighbor that lived just down the hall from him.
Kevin breathed in the cool November air. Winter was just around the corner and every fashion boutique within a thousand mile radius of his place would stuff their windows with in style sweaters and jackets by the end of the week. The last two nights had rained pretty hard and he was pretty sure that snow would soon follow. He thought about what to get his mother and father for Christmas, but nothing seemed to jump right out at him. He shrugged. He would eventually figure something out. His parents were loaded so it wasn't like getting them a gift was entirely necessary. If they didn't want anything this year he figured he could splurge and get himself a brand name leather jack. Maybe black instead of brown, or maybe something completely off the wall. Eh. He had time to think about it.
Kevin's stomach rumbled as he turned the corner and spied the sign of his favorite restaurant. He smiled at the waitress who waved back excitedly. She was fellow engineering student at his school and the two had great chemistry. He thought about asking her out but never got around to it. She was sweet and would probably do well in bed but Kevin didn't have many friends since starting college and he was a tad hesitant in pushing one on a girl he barely knew. The waitress skipped over to him with a menu in hand, though there really was no use for it. She knew exactly what he wanted.
"Hey Kev. Will it be the usual today?"
Kevin chuckled. "You know me too well Casandra."
Casandra giggled her curly blond hair bounding as she walked. "Two slices of meat lovers, hand tossed with extra sauce coming right up! Cups are up at the drinking fountain today. Help yourself and I'll just ring ya up when I bring the check."
Kevin nodded, grabbed himself a soda, and took his usual seat at the back. He peered outside the window and watched as the people walked by. It didn't take long for his pizza to come and he scarfed it down in record time. Casandra left him some breadsticks to munch on while she tended to other customers, leaving the red-head to his runaway thoughts. He still had plenty of time to waste, two hours in fact. The text massage he received just moments from his dad had confirmed his suspicions.
"What a dog." He snorted, shoving his cellphone back into his pocket.
With nothing else in mind to do the red-head was becoming restless. He could always window shop but he wasn't really in need of anything so just looking around would be pointless. It would be a waste of time to just walk around but sitting here was just as bad. He chewed the inside of his cheek before waving Casandra over.
"Hey you on break yet?"
She shook her head, her curls bouncing. "No I don't go on break for a few more hours. Boss decided to take an early lunch so I have to fill in just in case the new guy doesn't show." She pouted but the look didn't last for long. "So what's up buttercup? You wanna talk or something?"
He shrugged. "Nah just bored. I can't go back to work for two more hours so I've got nothing to do."
Casandra hummed to herself. "Weeeell, I hear there's something going on in Central Park. Some of the girls in the break room were gossiping about some high school brats trying to tag the trees there as some sort of protest."
Kevin made a face.
"No? Ok well why not just go for a walk? Do a little sightseeing since you spend all your time in that dirty shop?" He dramatically pinched her nose. "Have you even showered today?"
Kevin rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny." He twirled the bread in his hand around his fingers before dumping it into some marinara sauce. "I'm a guy. Window shopping doesn't do shit for me."
Casandra huffed. "Well you try to think of something then."
Kevin slouched in his seat. This extra time off was starting to get annoying. He was a pretty hands on sort of guy and with nothing to do he was quick to get agitated. A couple loud clinks of some person's fork on their plate drove him to switch to a seat outside. He sipped away at his soda and flipped through his phone some more. When nothing immediately took his interest he went back to watching people. People gazing could be fun. I was often funny if you caught someone at just the right moment.
Across the street he saw a woman adjusting the position of a mannequin. A small child was peering through the window, her eyes dancing in awe over the sparkly pink hat that was sitting on its head. Next to her was a puppy with a leash dragging behind it. A woman ran past chasing after the puppy. He followed the woman a few feet before his eyes landed on a figure bent over the rim of a trashcan. He was dressed in a heavy grey jacket with a ragged scarf wrapped around the lower portion of his face. On his head was a black beanie with two white stripes.
The figure was small, practically engulfed by its jacket and making it hard to decipher if the figure was either male or female. Any hair was hidden under that scarf and hat. It was a homeless person no doubt. Nobody looked through garbage cans but hobos and garbage men, and by the looks of it Kevin could make a pretty good guess that this person wasn't working for some recycling plant either.
He watched as the figure nervously shifted through trash and peoples left overs, pulling out a white box. The cute gleam in the figure's eyes told him that he or she was smiling over their meager find and watched as the box was set on the ground beside his feet. When the figure went back in some nobody had tossed their cup right in, completely ignoring the person looking through the can's contents. It amused him to see the look of disgust in the figure's eyes and eventually he or she gave up. The figure took of its white gloves and tossed them into the can before grabbing the white box. Just as the he or she turned to leave, Kevin gave out a yelp. He hadn't realized he had been leaning so far in his seat until he toppled over. Casandra came running out at the commotion, stopping to laugh at him before helping him up.
"You klutz."
Kevin shook his head and quickly pulled himself together. He looked up immediately to see the receding back of the hobo and felt something tug inside of him. Without hesitating Kevin threw a twenty on the table and told Casandra to keep the change.
He hopped over the little fence of the restaurant and began following after the figure. He carefully kept a good two feet in distance away from the person, curiosity hitting him like a ton of bricks as the figure turned a corner and started to head towards the park. It was one of the smaller less popular parks and was known for housing the homeless a few times out of the month. The person in question picked a seat at a bench and popped open the box. Kevin's eyes widened as the figure hooked a finger into the scarf and pulled it down, exposing his entire face.
It was a guy. Young and fair. His skin was porcelain white with almond shaped eyes as blue as the ocean. A thin smile spread over his face as he picked at the contents in his lap, popping what looked like a fry into his mouth. He looked so very young. He was much too pretty in the face to be homeless though his clothing begged to differ. He could tell the guy was skinny as a twig by the size of his hands and wrists, nothing else much exposed for Kevin's scrutinizing.
Hey guys I really really really hope you guys like it so far. Chapter three is already written out and almost ready to go. Just that pesky editing needs to be done first. Let me know what you guys think :)
