#feel free to ask for more

Request: None

Pairing: Justing Foley x Reader

Warning(s): Homelessness

Word Count: 442

Gif: @13reasons-13truths

A/N: I thought the concept on Justin’s life on the streets is underwhelmingly unused. If y’all would like more on this topic, please feel free to request :)

“Spare change?” A voice called out from the brick wall. You normally didn’t given much notice to the homeless community being as you genuinely did not have spare change or knew better than waste you money on a drug addict’s addiction, but something about this man’s demeanor told you that he wasn’t on the streets for very long.

“Hey, you wanna grab a sandwich? I’ll pay,” you offered. Without thinking, he stood up and gathered his things.  “Let’s go across the street.”

You went into the shop and greeted the cashier.  The boy had disappeared to the deli area while you got a coffee and granola bar.  You kept your eye on the boy while he looked at the coolers for a drink.  You could see that the cashier was keeping an eye on him through the reflective mirrors.  He was your responsibility in this store and what ever he did would be your fault. When he returned to your side for you to purchase his food, you let out an internal sigh of relief.

“Anything else?” Your card was in your hand waiting for the cashier’s go-ahead. He reached for an Oakland postcard and asked if you would let him get this. You nodded and paid for the order.

While leaving the store, he stopped you.

“Thank you,” he spoke in a raspy, tired voice.  You smiled kindly at him.  “Do you, by any chance, have a pen I could borrow?” 

“Uh… yeah,” you rustled in your bag.  He wrote against the store’s wall for support.  “Is your name Sid?” He cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He turned to return your pen. 

“You’ll need a postage stamp. Here.” You gave him a kitten postage stamp. “There is a mail box down there, I’ll walk with you.”

He was quiet, shuffling his feet. 

“So,Sid where are you from?” He mumbled something, only catching ‘North Cal.’ “So, what are you doing on the streets? You seem a little young.”

“I’m not that much younger than you,” he blurted.  You nodded, keeping silent. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You did pay for my first full meal in a while.” You shrugged. “I just can’t deal with life right now. Not a home, so I’m better on my own– I’ve been on my own my whole life.”

You reached the post box.  He turned his card in.  “You know, you don’t have to be alone.  There are probably a lot more people who need you than you think.”

“Thank you for everything, but you’re wrong about that.” And with that statement, he crossed the street and you made your way off.