Two Lives, One Friendship, No Regrets - v
They are two friends. Will one allow their life to stand still if the other isn't around?
Life was quiet these days. He was busy with work. Even more so because Georiga was out reacquainting herself with Ryan. He knew she was still hung up over Ryan, but never understood why. Shrugging to himself he told himself it wasn't any of his business anyway.
Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, he got his cell phone out and called up the next person that came to mind.
"Aww you're so sweet to have thought of me, " Fresca said at the other end of the line.
"Are you up for it?" He asked her.
"Sure, just give me an hour to get ready."
It was perfect that she lived fairly close by.
"I'll be over in an hour then. See you," he got off the phone with a smile.
Mission accomplished. Social calendar salvaged.
He really didn't mind that Georgia opted for Ryan's company. Really, he should be taking this time to review the specifics of a building he was helping draw up but he needed a distraction.
An hour later, he had a beautiful woman on his arm and a reservation at one of the best Japanese restaurants he's been to so far.
It was about time he start living towards some kind of future. What? Where did that thought come from? Not wanting to analyze this, he escorted Fresca into the restaurant and ordered a couple Yebisu for himself.
After dinner she drove them home because he had a tad too many servings. He declined the invite to sleep on her couch again and walked her home after dropping the car at his place.
On his way back home, he let his thoughts wander. Time was slipping out of his grasp and he was getting older. He never let himself think about really growing up and moving forward with life until now. Was he ready for marriage, children and the white picket fence? Was he capable of giving that much of himself up? Under it all, he realized that evading the FUTURE was why he busied himself with work every day of the week.
The wind gently grazed his cheek as he turned the corner of his street. His system was sobering, but his mind was clouding up and getting dizzy with these stray thoughts of a future he refused himself.
Opening the door to his place, he turned the lamp on, splattered himself on the sofa and wondered why he wanted so badly to talk to Georgia. Instead, he texted Fresca a message apologizing for his behavior. He was usually good at holding his drink.
This evening turned out to be so unbalanced on the whole.
Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, he got his cell phone out and called up the next person that came to mind.
"Aww you're so sweet to have thought of me, " Fresca said at the other end of the line.
"Are you up for it?" He asked her.
"Sure, just give me an hour to get ready."
It was perfect that she lived fairly close by.
"I'll be over in an hour then. See you," he got off the phone with a smile.
Mission accomplished. Social calendar salvaged.
He really didn't mind that Georgia opted for Ryan's company. Really, he should be taking this time to review the specifics of a building he was helping draw up but he needed a distraction.
An hour later, he had a beautiful woman on his arm and a reservation at one of the best Japanese restaurants he's been to so far.
It was about time he start living towards some kind of future. What? Where did that thought come from? Not wanting to analyze this, he escorted Fresca into the restaurant and ordered a couple Yebisu for himself.
After dinner she drove them home because he had a tad too many servings. He declined the invite to sleep on her couch again and walked her home after dropping the car at his place.
On his way back home, he let his thoughts wander. Time was slipping out of his grasp and he was getting older. He never let himself think about really growing up and moving forward with life until now. Was he ready for marriage, children and the white picket fence? Was he capable of giving that much of himself up? Under it all, he realized that evading the FUTURE was why he busied himself with work every day of the week.
The wind gently grazed his cheek as he turned the corner of his street. His system was sobering, but his mind was clouding up and getting dizzy with these stray thoughts of a future he refused himself.
Opening the door to his place, he turned the lamp on, splattered himself on the sofa and wondered why he wanted so badly to talk to Georgia. Instead, he texted Fresca a message apologizing for his behavior. He was usually good at holding his drink.
This evening turned out to be so unbalanced on the whole.
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