Two Lives, One Friendship, No Regrets - x
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"Be easy on him," Fresca said before leaving the car.
"And thanks for the ride home."
"No worries French. And I can’t promise you anything," she replied.
After a wave goodbye, Georgia was zooming around the street corner and onto Phoenix’s drive.
"Nix, wake up!"
"Ara?"
"No. Get up," Georgia unbuckled his seat belt and slapped his cheek lightly for him to open his eyes. Instead, he shifted in his seat but before he could make himself comfortable in the car, she had stalked around and opened his door.
A little shocked he opened his eyes and almost fell out of the car.
Picking him up was no easy task, but she managed and slammed his car door closed. They ambled up the front stairs and before she could put the key in the lock, the door burst open and a disheveled half awake Ara stood irate.
"What is going on out here?! Oh! Georgie!" She gasped in joyous surprise.
"A little help, Ara, please!"
"Sure," They both dragged him into the house and made him comfortable on the sofa. He groaned and moaned here and there. Shaking her head, Ara invited Georgia to sleep over considering it was late already and that she could borrow some clothes for work the next day.
Georgia was inclined to decline but then she was really tired.
"That sounds perfect," she said before Ara rushed upstairs to get the guest room ready for her.
"Give me a few minutes, Georgie!"
So she stood in the living room in front of Phoenix who was dead asleep on the sofa. Kneeling in front of him she swept back the hair that had fallen over his eyes. She stayed like that for quite some time that she almost had a heart attack when she heard someone cough.
"Georgie," Ara whispered from the bottom of the stairs. "Your bed is ready."
She walked over to Ara and gave her a hug of appreciation, she started up the stairs pausing for a millisecond hoping the moment Phoenix woke up he’d be greeted with the worst of hangovers. As endearing as he appeared during his sleep, she hadn’t forgotten how hurt she felt for Frenchie.
He woke up to the front door closing.
"Ara!" He called out and clutched his head. The slightest sound made his head throb.
"Yeah?" Ara came down the stairs.
"Oh, I thought it was you who walked out of the door without locking it," he said confused.
"No, that was Georgia. She’s on her way to work."
Confused he asked, "What was she doing here?"
Ara came into view, picked up the throw pillow and threw it at him. "She dropped you off moron. It was almost 3am and she slept over so she wouldn’t be late for work."
"But it’s a Sunday."
Ara shrugged.
Phoenix went to his room, stripped out of his clothing, and dove into bed. After a day's sleep, he thought -- and then I'll try to figure everything out.
"And thanks for the ride home."
"No worries French. And I can’t promise you anything," she replied.
After a wave goodbye, Georgia was zooming around the street corner and onto Phoenix’s drive.
"Nix, wake up!"
"Ara?"
"No. Get up," Georgia unbuckled his seat belt and slapped his cheek lightly for him to open his eyes. Instead, he shifted in his seat but before he could make himself comfortable in the car, she had stalked around and opened his door.
A little shocked he opened his eyes and almost fell out of the car.
Picking him up was no easy task, but she managed and slammed his car door closed. They ambled up the front stairs and before she could put the key in the lock, the door burst open and a disheveled half awake Ara stood irate.
"What is going on out here?! Oh! Georgie!" She gasped in joyous surprise.
"A little help, Ara, please!"
"Sure," They both dragged him into the house and made him comfortable on the sofa. He groaned and moaned here and there. Shaking her head, Ara invited Georgia to sleep over considering it was late already and that she could borrow some clothes for work the next day.
Georgia was inclined to decline but then she was really tired.
"That sounds perfect," she said before Ara rushed upstairs to get the guest room ready for her.
"Give me a few minutes, Georgie!"
So she stood in the living room in front of Phoenix who was dead asleep on the sofa. Kneeling in front of him she swept back the hair that had fallen over his eyes. She stayed like that for quite some time that she almost had a heart attack when she heard someone cough.
"Georgie," Ara whispered from the bottom of the stairs. "Your bed is ready."
She walked over to Ara and gave her a hug of appreciation, she started up the stairs pausing for a millisecond hoping the moment Phoenix woke up he’d be greeted with the worst of hangovers. As endearing as he appeared during his sleep, she hadn’t forgotten how hurt she felt for Frenchie.
He woke up to the front door closing.
"Ara!" He called out and clutched his head. The slightest sound made his head throb.
"Yeah?" Ara came down the stairs.
"Oh, I thought it was you who walked out of the door without locking it," he said confused.
"No, that was Georgia. She’s on her way to work."
Confused he asked, "What was she doing here?"
Ara came into view, picked up the throw pillow and threw it at him. "She dropped you off moron. It was almost 3am and she slept over so she wouldn’t be late for work."
"But it’s a Sunday."
Ara shrugged.
Phoenix went to his room, stripped out of his clothing, and dove into bed. After a day's sleep, he thought -- and then I'll try to figure everything out.
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