bald head.
“Almost a year ago.” But then, I guess that’s why they do it that way.
“Alec . . .”
“I’ll take my last check.” I don’t need to hear his words. It’s not like working for them is what I wanted to do with my life. It’s a shit job and I’ll find another shit job or go back to working at the cabins.
Without another word, he turns to go inside. It’s not a minute later he comes back out with a packet and hands it to me. I take it and walk away.
There’s a pizza place not far from the shop, so I stop by and order one. It doesn’t take them long to bring it out to me and when they do, I’m on my way to my apartment.
Logan’s waiting outside my door when I get there with a brown paper bag. His black hair hanging in his eyes a little like it always does. “What’s up?”
“Eh. Not much.” I stick the key in the knob and unlock the door. “Lost my job. You know, another day.”
He grins. “Guess it’s a good thing I brought the beer.” For a second I think about everything that’s gone down with us in the past few months. I’m lucky he’s still my friend. It’s that thought that makes me feel like a dick because the first thing to pop into my head is how different it would have been if I’d told Brandon I got fired.
Pushing the door open, I nod my head for Logan to go inside. He does, setting the bag on my small kitchen table.
“I need to grab a quick shower.”
“Don’t get pissed if I drink all the beer and eat the pizza while you’re gone.”
I laugh as my stomach growls. “Yeah, since I can’t trust you, I’ll eat first.” I click on the TV, the sound of
SportsCenter
filling the room.
He pulls out a twelve pack of beer, leaving two bottles on the counter before putting the rest in the fridge. After putting the pizza on the table, I open the box and grab some paper plates out of the kitchen. A minute later, I’m sitting on the couch in my living room, three pieces of pizza on my plate and a beer in my hand.
“I’m contributing to the delinquency of a minor,” Logan falls down next to me, laughing.
“Screw you. I’ll be twenty-one in a few months.”
We’re pretty much quiet while we eat because it’s pizza and beer with sports on the TV. Once the food and my drink are gone, I say, “I’m hitting the shower.”
“Want company?”
I freeze, halfway between standing and sitting before making myself push fully to my feet.
“I’m kidding. Friends, remember? I know how to be friends.”
For some reason, I can’t make myself move. It’s not because I’m thinking about him in the shower with me. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. Something like that’s impossible not to think about when someone I’m attracted to says it but . . .
“I’m kidding, Alec.” Logan stands. “Seriously. I’m giving you shit more than anything. Or maybe I’m a little horny too, but I don’t want you to think I’m sitting here pining for you, okay? I would have said that to any guy I wanted. Damn you’re conceited, aren’t you?”
I shove him, and he falls to the couch. “Screw off. I wasn’t thinking that.” Though I kind of was. And even though it’s cool to have him as a friend, I’d rather him leave, if I thought he was really that into me. I have enough shit for now and I don’t want him hurt.
After I grab some boxer-briefs, basketball shorts, and a T-shirt from my room, I head to the bathroom. My shower is quick. I’m tired from work today and feeling like relaxing tonight. The longer I think about, the more pissed I get about my job. It’s another shitty thing to happen in a long line of shitty stuff in my life.
I’m glad Charlie’s coming back tomorrow. I miss having her around—wish I could have made it out of here like she did, which is funny. I used to be the one who told her Virginia is where we belong.
Logan still sits on the couch when I get out. I grab another beer, heading back to the living room.
“You look like such a jock.”
“Almost a year ago.” But then, I guess that’s why they do it that way.
“Alec . . .”
“I’ll take my last check.” I don’t need to hear his words. It’s not like working for them is what I wanted to do with my life. It’s a shit job and I’ll find another shit job or go back to working at the cabins.
Without another word, he turns to go inside. It’s not a minute later he comes back out with a packet and hands it to me. I take it and walk away.
There’s a pizza place not far from the shop, so I stop by and order one. It doesn’t take them long to bring it out to me and when they do, I’m on my way to my apartment.
Logan’s waiting outside my door when I get there with a brown paper bag. His black hair hanging in his eyes a little like it always does. “What’s up?”
“Eh. Not much.” I stick the key in the knob and unlock the door. “Lost my job. You know, another day.”
He grins. “Guess it’s a good thing I brought the beer.” For a second I think about everything that’s gone down with us in the past few months. I’m lucky he’s still my friend. It’s that thought that makes me feel like a dick because the first thing to pop into my head is how different it would have been if I’d told Brandon I got fired.
Pushing the door open, I nod my head for Logan to go inside. He does, setting the bag on my small kitchen table.
“I need to grab a quick shower.”
“Don’t get pissed if I drink all the beer and eat the pizza while you’re gone.”
I laugh as my stomach growls. “Yeah, since I can’t trust you, I’ll eat first.” I click on the TV, the sound of
SportsCenter
filling the room.
He pulls out a twelve pack of beer, leaving two bottles on the counter before putting the rest in the fridge. After putting the pizza on the table, I open the box and grab some paper plates out of the kitchen. A minute later, I’m sitting on the couch in my living room, three pieces of pizza on my plate and a beer in my hand.
“I’m contributing to the delinquency of a minor,” Logan falls down next to me, laughing.
“Screw you. I’ll be twenty-one in a few months.”
We’re pretty much quiet while we eat because it’s pizza and beer with sports on the TV. Once the food and my drink are gone, I say, “I’m hitting the shower.”
“Want company?”
I freeze, halfway between standing and sitting before making myself push fully to my feet.
“I’m kidding. Friends, remember? I know how to be friends.”
For some reason, I can’t make myself move. It’s not because I’m thinking about him in the shower with me. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. Something like that’s impossible not to think about when someone I’m attracted to says it but . . .
“I’m kidding, Alec.” Logan stands. “Seriously. I’m giving you shit more than anything. Or maybe I’m a little horny too, but I don’t want you to think I’m sitting here pining for you, okay? I would have said that to any guy I wanted. Damn you’re conceited, aren’t you?”
I shove him, and he falls to the couch. “Screw off. I wasn’t thinking that.” Though I kind of was. And even though it’s cool to have him as a friend, I’d rather him leave, if I thought he was really that into me. I have enough shit for now and I don’t want him hurt.
After I grab some boxer-briefs, basketball shorts, and a T-shirt from my room, I head to the bathroom. My shower is quick. I’m tired from work today and feeling like relaxing tonight. The longer I think about, the more pissed I get about my job. It’s another shitty thing to happen in a long line of shitty stuff in my life.
I’m glad Charlie’s coming back tomorrow. I miss having her around—wish I could have made it out of here like she did, which is funny. I used to be the one who told her Virginia is where we belong.
Logan still sits on the couch when I get out. I grab another beer, heading back to the living room.
“You look like such a jock.”
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