A window with a view

Troy looked around the room. Everything was perfectly in place. He was informed this was to be his new home. All of his own item had been moved over from his old apartment. He was assured everything had been settled and he should just accept it for now. Cameron was to keep an eye on him, the punk had grown up and it felt so odd.

Something had to do with his mom. Troy still pondered that whole mystery, it flip flopped around in his head. Was she really telling him something that was real? I sounded more like a movie then fact. He had toyed with the idea that his mom might be mentally unstable. If so why did they have a safe house. Was her systems really that bad. He had read and studied whole groups of people who suffered from such. Was she involved in a colt, was Cameron a part of it.

This place was modern and elegant and his childhood home was more affordable. Troy tried to wrap his head around the idea that his mother had picked out this place. His and her taste in design where polar opposites. By the look of the room Troy had the feeling that his mother never stepped foot in this loft.

The room was gorgeous It looked like a cover of a magazine. Something that he set as a goal to accomplish in his life. He still didn't feel like he had accomplished it. This was simply borrowed to him. A guest in his own fantasy prison. He looked down upon the city. The view was breathtaking. If he had been touring this unit to rent or buy he would have been ecstatic. He knew it would take years before he could afford a place like this.

The morning minutes dragged on feeling like hours. Everything seamed to make him uncomfortable. Troy was finishing his final preparations for the day. He patted himself down to insure he had all the items he was going to need. He located his company work card in his left chest pocket. He felt the square card pressing against his firm chest. He insured he had his keys in his right pants pocket. His phone was in his right side pocket. He was ready to go yet something still nagged at him.

He grabbed his small backpack it contained fresh fruit and his meals for the day. If Troy could help it he brought as much food with him as possible. Fresh fruit was an essential. It was a inconvenience to buy them when he was working and he wasn't going to pay their prices unless he had too. The vending machines only offered carbohydrates wrapped in plastic.

Troy sometimes only had five minutes to read over paperwork and eat so apples became a stable in his diet. He could eat them fast and stored them around his work place. They also came in handy when someone was feeling sad. A small gift always raised sad spirits.

Taking one last breath Troy turned towards the door to find Cameron with a camera. He looked like a mother sending his kid to the first day of school. He quickly clicked a picture of Troy barring a complex expression, that covered his entire face. It might have been translated as a death glare, before Troy could react Cameron shot off a string of motherly lines. Have a good day, play nice and be safe. He was such a love-able dork that Troy had no choice other then to walk away. If he hadn't already known how Cameron was; he would have hit him with one of those custom throw pillows.

Troy excited the elevator and entered the lobby. The lobby was large and inviting. Troy had dreamed of living in a unit like this since he set foot in the city years ago. He fell in love with the people and the warm weather. He still had a lot of work to do professionally to get to this point but he was more then ready for the challenge.

It made him slightly mad inside to be staying in this place, it just added to the pile. His dream had been granted, like a genie wish shouldn't he be ecstatic. He toyed with this thought in his head. The value of earnings vs receiving was a hard debate. He finally decided to accept whatever was happening and live his life.

he walked out the front doors of the lobby. The street was full of excitement he could see them through the large windows that shot in light giving the lobby a vibrant glow. This is what Troy lived for and he was eating it up. He was home and the energy was vibrating every positive cell in his body. As he stepped out the door the bellhop greeted him by his name and wished a wonderful day. This was odd since he arrived just yesterday. Troy nodded none the less and started his short trek towards his work.

The young man caught Troy by his arm. He turned and looked at the young man holding his arm. The bellhop pointed toward a black car and started walking with him towards it. Troy was taken back and was resistant till he was reassured by the young man again. Sir, your car is here.

With a complex expression on his face Troy correct the young man. I didn't call for a car.

"I know, I am sorry" The young man explained, "your partner did. Everyday you have a car, so i have you a car"

Troy stopped and looked at him knowing this was definitely a misunderstanding of some kind. He tried to decide if he was mistaking him with someone else. He was definitely partnerless. Mostly because he lived more at work then he did at home. Who asked you to get me a car? Troy was going to clear this up. He didn't want anyone else car and walking was just as fast since he could cut through the center of town in the city district.

"Cameron, your partner, you both live on the top unit. He tell me" the young man bowed his head. And placed a slight pressure in the middle of Troy's back. There definitely was a misunderstanding but not in the kind he originally thought.

Troy tried to decide if he should correct the man. It was such a common life style, not his so it sat in the uncomfortable range for him. Even more so thinking of Cameron as a romantic partner was disturbing. He sadly could clearly see how he came to that conclusion. They where both single, both of them had successful jobs, they both had bodies that turned the heads of women even with their clothes on. He decided that he didn't want to make a scene. He didn't need to prove anything to this person. He was just doing his job. Cameron and him where going to have to have a little talk when he got off of his shift.

This was definitely not his decision to live with Cameron. Troy lived alone for years for a few reasons. If Troy wanted to bring a girl home, he didn't want to answer to anyone. He didn't want their approval and he didn't need a wingman. The way he and Cameron looked caught girl's attention. Troy loved it at first but soon grew tired of dating girls that seamed to be looking for a superficial relationship. Troy would be lying to say it wasn't the first time this mistake had been made. He was very busy and it strangled all of his relationships before they could gain roots.

Troy knew that his name and Cameron's name where on the lease. This gave him more comfort in living in the loft. His whole digital identity had been stolen now that bothered him. Cameron and himself where going to have to add that to their talk when he got back. For right now he needed to focus and get back into his crazy life he had already been gone too long from. The only thing that gave him comfort was that only two people knew why he left. He chose them carefully because they both understand keeping your private maters quiet and they where people who could help him. The only flip side was that he had to be working top notch the moment he set a foot through that door.