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Chapter Two | Aren't They All

Karter wasn't sure how much time had passed for a brief moment he would have sworn it had only been an hour, but when the smell of fresh linen invaded his personal space he knew his short nap probably wasn't very short.

"Fuck off, Flynn!" He yelled and turned to face the wall instead. Perhaps he could go back to sleep just for a bit longer.

Karter didn't like mornings most of the time. He was always cold and grumpy when he first woke up, and more times than not it wasn't worth it.

"Come on, I need you to get up before I go to work. You're returning the jacket and I need you to pick up some groceries on your way back. Money and a list are on the counter and no more fruity pebbles you made your point last time," Flynn spoke in his usual serious tone.

Karter only half listened, not wanting to leave the warm comforts of his bed no matter how uncomfortable the thing was.

Flynn sighed before walking away, leaving the door open just enough to annoy his cousin and force him up.

It worked.

Karter got up and shut the blinds so the sun and him didn't have contact any longer. He shuffled out of his room and over to the bathroom. He showered and changed into his favorite pair of black jeans, a black hoodie, and a (fake) leather jacket.

He grabbed the list, money, and the suit jacket on the kitchen table before throwing on his converse that were still a bit wet from the night before, he then rushed out the door.

Two minutes later he ran back inside and grabbed the skateboard and keys that he forgot the first time.

Outside it was a sunny autumn day in the city and it would have almost been nice if Karter liked being hugged by the sun-which he didn't. He grumbled to himself about forgetting sunglasses.

Before he wandered too far from his apartment he paused and put in the address on the back of the card onto his phone, careful not to cut himself on the broken screen.

Apparently, phones were not meant to fall off roofs.

He hoped he got the correct address as he followed the dot on his phone as he blasted his music, drowning out the people around him and the overall sound of the busy city.

After living there for a while, one thing he did miss about his hometown was how quiet things could be. Sometimes the nostalgia of it all hit him.

Then he brushed the feelings off, not missing much else from that two-star Hellhole.

Karter picked up his skateboard and walked to the building his phone rudely told him to stop at. Off the main road was a line of stores and tall buildings that looked like something out of his photography class.

The building in front of him was almost all black with different shades of green detailing it ever so subtly.

He looked around hoping to spot the sports car from last night. The only ones worth noting were parked next to each other. The first one was an older red-yet shiny and sparkling Mustang that looked like it should have been parked out in front of a 50s' dinner. The other vehicle worth noting in the parking area was a white sports car with gold detailing.

"Well this should be fun," he grumbled, before walking up to the building.

Inside he felt instantly out of his element. It was hands down the nicest store he had ever seen. He almost thought it was someone's really fancy house or something if it weren't for the mannequins and clothes on the walls.

From the looks of it, the store was some high-end suit shop where if Karter so much as looked at something wrong he'd have to buy it. He didn't even know places like this existed.

There were couches so shiny he could see himself in them along with the front desk looking like something in a five-star hotel.

The woman at the desk looked up from what she was doing and smiled warmly. She didn't look at him judgmentally for looking like one of the raccoons she'd have to chase out of the dumpsters outback compared to the place. Karter walked up to her still amazed at the aesthetic of the store.

He didn't get out often.

The woman looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with burgundy hair, styled with loose curls, not to mention her bright hazel eyes. Her overall aesthetic was classy and confident with a slight edge to it.

"Hi, welcome to Caterina Vita. What can I help you with today?" She sounded as if she had a slight accent as she spoke. Something from a Spanish speaking nature Karter guessed.

Awkwardly he held out the navy jacket like an idiot. "I kinda found a card for this place in this jacket and I was hoping the guy who owns it works here or you could find him or something. I don't know his name and kinda forgot to give it back last night."

She smirked like she was holding back a laugh, but somehow Karter didn't feel any more embarrassed than he already was.

"Okay, can you describe him a little to me? It looks like something one of my friends would wear and he does tend to misplace clothing around strangers."

Without missing a beat Karter nodded and tried to think back to last night.

"It was dark and I couldn't see all that much so I don't know how accurate it is, but he was really tall like six-foot-something you know. Brown hair kinda like dark coffee beans. He had a short beard neatly trimmed-I don't know. Olive skin, brown eyes."

She nodded. "Yeah, sounds like the puta, hold on I can see if he's here." She then walked off into a hallway and out of sight.

Did she just call her co-worker a whore-wait was "puta" bitch or whore?

This is why Karter failed Spanish.

He was quickly kicked out of his thoughts of his horrific Spanish classes in high school when the woman from before returned-though she wasn't alone. Behind her was the man from last night.

Turned out he looked better in the light. Karter had so many thoughts running wild through his mind-most of them being passed an R rated fantasy. As he dared a look up to the man's eyes he wanted to run rather than deal with the flustered mess he was starting to become.

With as much grace as a bull in a china shop, he fumbled with the jacket and tried not to trip as he handed it over. "Here," Karter said quickly, practically throwing over the suit jacket.

Karter was pretty sure the blush was still on his face by the time he got to the grocery store. He was shocked no one mistook him for a ripe tomato.

"Why did he have to be so fucking attractive?" He accidentally said out loud.

"Aren't they all?" An old woman murmured before pushing her cart out of the store.

He wasn't sure if she was talking to him or what but he chose to get the stuff Flynn wanted him to get and maybe a few things he wanted as well.

Somehow he managed to carry ten full bags while smoking and skateboarding back to his apartment. Though it was difficult trying to open the door with his foot without falling over.

He put the things away before heading back to his room again. Kicking off his shoes and pants in the process.

This time he opened the curtains and let in a little light, enough so he could at least see without tripping over things that lay scattered across the floor.

Karter's room was the only room in the tiny apartment that looked like a tornado hit it, then kindergartners danced around throwing everything in sight. As if a mad gnome took over.

He had about a week left to pack everything up before he and Flynn had to leave for their dorm and to say his room was a mess was an understatement.

A silver lining was that this year he would be sharing a room with his cousin-something that normally would have been a nightmare but after his last year where he spent too many months stuck with an annoying Barbie chick as his roommate-it was a welcomed change.

He can still hear her nasally voice whenever he sees the color pink.