sure that I’m still alone and that he hasn’t returned for some unlucky reason. Not a sound, aside from the overly happy birds that constantly sing as they feed off the birdhouse on our patio, and maybe some distant noises from kids playing in one of the neighbor’s yards.
I make my way to the bag , and the notebook on top. Only it looks a lot more like a journal than a notebook, and it’s overflowing with papers of all different sizes. So I’m left with yet another pivotal moment in the fabulous life of McKenzie Miller, to pry or not to pry.
As I always say, when in doubt, go all out. Okay, I’ve never said that in my entire life. But I also never reached this unbearable level of desperation.
I lick my lips knowing that what I’m about to do is pretty much the most sacrilegious act known to humans. Or any species for that matter. Even the birds flying around on our patio wouldn’t stoop this low.
I shake my head, unable to believe what I’m about to do. Then a compromise dawns on me- maybe just one peek at one of the pieces of paper practically falling out of his book. I grab whatever’s sticking out more than the others, which turns out to be an envelop addressed to Cage. It’s got a return address from San Antonio, Texas. Inside is a letter:
Cage,
I miss you more than words brother. How’s life on the west coast? I bet the ladies are glad to have you back. I had to write to you man. Things just weren’t the same after you left. Not even close. What they did to you was totally wrong dude, pretty fucked up actually. Not fair. But I guess that’s the game, right? Anyways, I’m home now with my wife and boy… And I have you to thank for that. You saved my life brother. I don’t even know what to say to you. I just want you to know that every time I look into my boy’s eyes, I’m going to thank God for you. If you ever need anything, and I’m talking anything, just say the word and I’ll be on the first flight to wherever the hell you are. Take care of yourself for me and stay in touch.
-Eddie
I stand frozen, holding the open letter in my hand. He saved someone’s life. If
Cage was a mystery to me before, I don’t have the slightest clue what to think about him now. And whatever trace of hatred I had because of the whole police thing seems to have completely disappeared. Now I really feel like a total loser for the way I acted at the party.
But then again, what do I expect from myself? Any time I’ve ever had even a remote chance at something good in my life, I always managed to find a way to ruin things. So why would now be different?
Because it has to be, that’s why.
I grip the letter in my hands, my body still frozen, searching every corner of my brain to see how I can make thing s right. There has to be a way to make this all better, whatever this is. I mean, it’s not like there’s even anything real between us. He’s still not my type, and just because of one letter…
“ What the hell are you doing?” Cage comes bursting in from out of nowhere, his eyes fixed on the letter in my hands. “Are you going through my stuff?” he asks. His eyes look different, not the eyes that I’m used to. I can’t believe this is happening right now.
What. A. Mess.
“Cage, I’m sorry. I…”
“You’re sorry?” He shakes his head. “You tell me off the other night and then apparently you think it’s a great idea to go through my shit.”
“Look, I know. This looks real bad. The other night was…”
“This looks bad?” he asks. “I don’t think so McKenzie, this is bad.” He comes towards me as I start to put the letter back into his book.
“I think it’s a little too late for th at, Kenz.” He grabs the book from me and puts it back in the bag.
“I said I’m sorry, alright? What do you want from me?” I ask.
“So you’re mad at me now?” he asks, laughing. “ You’re mad at me because I don’t like you snooping around my stuff?” He throws his hands
I make my way to the bag , and the notebook on top. Only it looks a lot more like a journal than a notebook, and it’s overflowing with papers of all different sizes. So I’m left with yet another pivotal moment in the fabulous life of McKenzie Miller, to pry or not to pry.
As I always say, when in doubt, go all out. Okay, I’ve never said that in my entire life. But I also never reached this unbearable level of desperation.
I lick my lips knowing that what I’m about to do is pretty much the most sacrilegious act known to humans. Or any species for that matter. Even the birds flying around on our patio wouldn’t stoop this low.
I shake my head, unable to believe what I’m about to do. Then a compromise dawns on me- maybe just one peek at one of the pieces of paper practically falling out of his book. I grab whatever’s sticking out more than the others, which turns out to be an envelop addressed to Cage. It’s got a return address from San Antonio, Texas. Inside is a letter:
Cage,
I miss you more than words brother. How’s life on the west coast? I bet the ladies are glad to have you back. I had to write to you man. Things just weren’t the same after you left. Not even close. What they did to you was totally wrong dude, pretty fucked up actually. Not fair. But I guess that’s the game, right? Anyways, I’m home now with my wife and boy… And I have you to thank for that. You saved my life brother. I don’t even know what to say to you. I just want you to know that every time I look into my boy’s eyes, I’m going to thank God for you. If you ever need anything, and I’m talking anything, just say the word and I’ll be on the first flight to wherever the hell you are. Take care of yourself for me and stay in touch.
-Eddie
I stand frozen, holding the open letter in my hand. He saved someone’s life. If
Cage was a mystery to me before, I don’t have the slightest clue what to think about him now. And whatever trace of hatred I had because of the whole police thing seems to have completely disappeared. Now I really feel like a total loser for the way I acted at the party.
But then again, what do I expect from myself? Any time I’ve ever had even a remote chance at something good in my life, I always managed to find a way to ruin things. So why would now be different?
Because it has to be, that’s why.
I grip the letter in my hands, my body still frozen, searching every corner of my brain to see how I can make thing s right. There has to be a way to make this all better, whatever this is. I mean, it’s not like there’s even anything real between us. He’s still not my type, and just because of one letter…
“ What the hell are you doing?” Cage comes bursting in from out of nowhere, his eyes fixed on the letter in my hands. “Are you going through my stuff?” he asks. His eyes look different, not the eyes that I’m used to. I can’t believe this is happening right now.
What. A. Mess.
“Cage, I’m sorry. I…”
“You’re sorry?” He shakes his head. “You tell me off the other night and then apparently you think it’s a great idea to go through my shit.”
“Look, I know. This looks real bad. The other night was…”
“This looks bad?” he asks. “I don’t think so McKenzie, this is bad.” He comes towards me as I start to put the letter back into his book.
“I think it’s a little too late for th at, Kenz.” He grabs the book from me and puts it back in the bag.
“I said I’m sorry, alright? What do you want from me?” I ask.
“So you’re mad at me now?” he asks, laughing. “ You’re mad at me because I don’t like you snooping around my stuff?” He throws his hands
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