[Name] walked away from the Gas Station he worked at for money. A frown on his face as he walked his way to the car. Today was pretty shitty. Like super duper shitty. He wished that this never happened to him at all.

To be honest, it felt more like a truck stop than an actual gas station. The place was half the size of a Costco with a country-sized parking lot to boot. Making basic navigation ten times more tough than anything else.

His legs were feeling like they were about to break. His body was hurting a lot and he swore to God that he didn't get his ass home. Then he would fall into a million damn pieces.

“Jesus Christ,” He said under his breath. His fists clenched to the point they may almost bleed. “I swear I'm going to ring my boss's fucking neck if he does that shit ever again. I work my ass off ten times than normal these days and still get paid utterly fuck all!”

He ran randomly and strolled across the parking lot. Rows among rows of cars fill up the little lot under the dark blanket known as the sky. The man sighed and looked across it. His eyes couldn't see fuck all. It was like a complete shit show.

Hours, if not hours passed as he searched for his car. He thought it wasn't going to be that hard. But unfortunately, it was… And now he had to go and go through an unnecessary urban maze of a parking lot. It all pissed him off so. Damn. Bad.

He felt like shit now. It didn't even help that he may have accidentally scratched someone else's car with his keys at least once during said search. It took five damn years until he accidentally pressed a button in his car keys. The sound of his car scared the ever-loving shit out of him.

“Jesus Christ!” He yelled into darkness. Regretting it as soon as he said it. “I need to get home and smoke some weed or shit,”

He then just ran towards the car. He opened the car door, jumped in and shoved the key into the ignition. Speeding off as quickly as he can.

—

It was about God damn midnight as [Name] opened the door and went inside. His eyes baggy and overall fucked up. All he wanted to do now was go to sleep. Go to a gun range sometime in the next few days and get some food. All in that order.

The place he lived in wasn't the best to be honest. It was a shitty little apartment with a rotting smell and old appliances from the 1980s. He sighed and stared at the room. Walking over and getting a change of clothes.

Now he was wearing an old Spiderman shirt and a pair of baggy basketball shorts. Those being his only pajamas he had ever. Couldn't afford anything else. Gas Station salary isn't the best.

He then just walked his way into the bedroom/living room. His bed is not that far away from the TV playing Breaking Bad episodes in the background. [Name] heard the sound of Walter White and Jesse Pinkman arguing in the background. With another man tired of his job watching it.

That man was Kevin, [Name]’s roommate and also a pissed off worker. He worked as a cashier at the local candy store called the Candy Club. He had days just as bad as [Name], of not even worse.

As soon as [Name] sat down on the bed. Kevin sat up and stared at him. A familiar tired look on his face.

“You seem like you had a shitty day,” he said, scooting closer to his roommate a little bit. His tone was a little concerned as [Name] rolled his eyes and sighed. “Did your boss act like an asshole again?”

“Yeah,” [Name] simply replied, gesturing to his mouth and yawning. He felt like he was going to pass out soon. Especially when his boss was such a jerk. “You neither?”

“Yeah,” Kevin replied, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. “Those two kids keep messing with me. I hate my job,”

“You can say that again,” [Name] replied, pulling Kevin closer. Kissing his forehead with nothing but impulsive intent. “I’m so happy I'm back home y'know-”

“[Name], why did you kiss my forehead?” Kevin asked.

[Name] just stared at the ground awkwardly. Scratching his head a little as he looked at Kevin. His face was bright red as he stared at the other man. 

“I uhhh,” he paused and nervously said. “I love you, I don't know why but you were always nice to me. I couldn't not love you y'know?”

[Name] thought he was fucked. He thought he was utterly messed up. But that was until Kevin pecked him on the lips. Making the man blush even more.

“Well, I love you too,” Kevin replied, running his hand through the other man's head. “You are such a worry wart sometimes. I was just waiting for you to admit it,”

“Oh come on!” [Name] said, “You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were going to kill me for kissing you!”

Kevin just pulled [Name] into his arms. The man resting his head on Kevin's chest as Kevin continued to hold him.

“I'm sorry,” Kevin said with a chuckle. “I just thought it would be cute…”

“Whatever, I still adore you,” was all [Name] could say while nuzzling into Kevin's chest. Kevin giving [Name] a squeeze.

“Same here,” Kevin said.

Both men gently fell asleep to each other as the TV played the tragic tale of Walter White and Jesse Pinkman. Both smiling and being held by each other's arms.

The End.