personality_disorder
02 April 2018 @ 09:44 pm

Author's Note: Don't know where I am going with this 
AN2: Why is it going that way. 
Inspiration: Here 

Ivan is walking down a road. Its slightly slick from the misting rain falling around him. his scarf is waving slightly behind him as he looks up at the large gnarled tree and its red leaves. He steps into a puddle and looks down with a slight huff. He lifts his dark colored boot out of the puddle he accidently stepped in and frowns at the cold water than has seeped up 6 inches from his tan pants legs. He now has to go into work damp. 
 
"Hey." a familiar voice calls behind him. Ivan looks up and then around, eyes darting around taking note of the shops and other passerby's on the street. It isn't until he looks out on the road, next to the crosswalk that he recognizes a large red truck with an equally familiar blond head hanging out.
 
Ivan raises his hand and waves, "Alfred?"
 
The blond smiles and shouts back, "Do you need a ride?"
 
Ivan pauses before glancing down at his wet pants legs, and before giving his own smile. 
 
Alfred waves him over then pulls his head back inside the vehicle. 
 
Ivan then looks both ways and crosses the street. As he get closer to the truck, he seen that Alfred is moving stuff from the seat onto the cab floor. Ivan raises and eyebrow in question. "Come on in, its fine."
 
Ivan opens the door, lifts himself up from the "grill" and slides himself across the blue leather seats. Placing his own backpack onto the floor, he puts on his seatbelt, and sighs. 
 
Alfred gives a short laugh. "Everything alright buddy."
 
Ivan sigh, "Other than a wet leg. I'm fine." Ivan then stretches his legs out. "Have I told you how much I love your vehicle."
 
Alfred gives a chuckle. "You just like that you don't have to bend in half to get in."
 
"Of course." and Ivan then leans back and enjoys the warmth a bit. They drive a few blocks in silence before Alfred pipes up. 
 
"Are you going in to work or school?" 
 
Ivan works at a bakery shop near the university. He chose the job because it was close to his classes and because he did have experience working in a bakery. Years of working in his sister's shop in his homeland actually paid off. Unfortunately, while close to campus the job is nowhere near his apartment building. His home is on the outskirts of town where the rental rates are more manageable on a college student's budget. It also helped that it was in a part of quieter part of town, with a lot of older residents.  Unfortunately, this means that Ivan usually has to look forward to a 30 to 45 minute commute by bus to get into town. This combined with another 30 minutes by subway one there is very time consuming to the man. Add to the fact that he is currently hiding from the Belarusian exchange student who likes to hang around the subway lines for him, just makes his travel times even longer. Every one of them. He tired getting on and off at different stops just to find her there watching. 
 
Alfred is another Aeronautics Engineering major. It wasn't until they were taking the same class that they realized that they only lived 3 blocks from each other. Due to this, Alfred, and sometimes his twin brother Matthew, an early childhood education major, would give him rides. 
 
"Work today" He answers. "If I had thought you would be going to campus today, I would have called for a ride"
 
Alfred glances at him from the corner of his eyes before passing a white 60's volkwagon and shrugs. "Project with Artie. He's stressed over it."
 
"His usual stress or does he have something to worry about." 
 
Alfred pouts, "Listen, Ruski, I got it this time."
 
"If I remember, you said that last time and failed." Ivan smiles, his grin so wide, his eyes are closed. "Twice."
 
 
"It's not my fault that Professor Sweden talks funny"
 
"He doesn't talk funny, you just don't listen"
 
Alfred gripes back, "Next time I won't listen when you need a ride. Maybe that crazy chick will pick you up."
 
Ivan stiffens, his previous warmed relaxed postion disappearing in a flash. Just thinking of the Belarusian causing his whole body to lockup and curl defensively. The tall man shivers as he recalls his last run in with her. 
 
"Dude," Alfred voice breaks in, the tense worry breaking through the icy fog his mind was in. "I was just joking. 
 
Ivan forces himself to to his previous position, and attempts to smile it off. "Of course, you were."
 
Alfred, at a red stop light, turns his head to fully look at his friend with a harsh frown.  He lifts his right hand to wag a finger at the Russian's face, "It'st stuff like that.." he questions softly. 
 
"Like what?"
 
"Whatever it is, you're not going to tell me anyways?"