"I can't believe you scored SIX whole in ones!" Oz said, as we walked into the entrance to our building. "I'm just that fucking good." I said. "Lucky. Not good, LUCKY!" He said, and we both laughed. We stopped when we got up the stairs. Spence was sitting outside the door. "Hey." I said, when I saw him. "Hey." He said, and stood up. "I wanted to say thanks for giving Smurf a ride this morning." He said. "No problem." I told him. "You didn't have to do that." He said. "It wasn't a problem. I like the kid." I said. "Sorry to interrupt." He said to Oz. "I'll get going. I just felt bad you had to give him a ride." He said to me. "Don't be silly. You can stick around." Oz told him. "Nah, it's okay." Spence said. He looked really upset. "Dude, stick around it's cool." Oz told him. "That's okay. Thanks though." Spence ansered, and started to walk away. "Spence wait." I said, and he stopped. I looked at Oz and he nodded then kissed my cheek and went inside. "Come on, we'll go talk." I told him. "I'm sorry. I should have called." He told me. "No. It's fine. You look like you could use someone to talk to." I told him. "I could." He said, and smiled. It made my heart melt. "Can we go to my place?" "Yeah, lets go." I said, and followed him to his car. We got to his house and his dad was asleep in his easy chair. Spence walked over and unfolded an afgan over him. It was so cute it made me smile. He walked back over to me and we went to his room. "Smurf is at his girls house." He said. "Oh cool." I said, and sat down on his bed. I kept picturing the last time I was on it, and blushed. Spence sat down in his compter chair and rolled it over, putting his feet up on the bed. "So, what's on your brain?" I asked him, and he smiled. "A lot. Sometimes I just freak out a bit when things get crazy." He said. "Where did you go?" I asked. "I just drive. I usually end up sleeping in my car at a rest stop, and then drive more." He said. "Interesting." I said. "Yeah. It's kind of weird, but I don't really have anywhere else to go. And it helps me think. Sometimes I rent a hotel for a night or two." He said. "Next time call me. I'll talk to you." I told him. "I think it worries Smurf when you do that." "I know. I feel bad." He said. "You need to take care of yourself too you know. You spend all your time with Smurf and and your Pa. Don't feel guilty if you need some time to yourself." I told him. "Easier said then done." He said. "No, it isn't. I promise." I told him. "I wish I hadn't freaked out the last time he was in the hospital." He said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean, I wish I hadn't screwed things up with you." He said, and looked away. I wasn't sure what to say to him. "You didn't screw things up." I told him. "Yes I did." He said. "No you didn't. It just wasn't the right time for us." I told him. "I guess not." He said, and smiled. We sat in his room and talked for several hours. We even had a few beers. I looked at the clock and it was after 9:00. "Holy shit!" I said. "What?" Spence asked, then looked at the clock. "Whoa! You've been here for five hours!" "Shit. I should probably get going." I told him. "I'll take you home." He said, and we left. He dropped me off, and I waved to him as he drove away. I sighed then went upstairs to Oz. He was in his room, and I could hear Nine Inch Nails blaring. He only listened to that when he was upset about something. "Oz?" I asked, opening his door. He was laying on his bed with his hand behind his head. "Hey." He said. He sounded mad. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Where the fuck did you go?" He asked me. "I went to talk to Spence." I told him. "You could have fucking told me that! I thought you were talking outside. After an hour went by I peaked my head out the door, and you weren't there!" He said, sitting up. "I thought you knew I was going with him...you nodded your head at me before you went inside." I told him. "I meant talk to him! Where the hell did you go?" He asked. "To his house. To TALK!" I said. "Yeah." He said, and layed back down. "OZ! If you were fucking freaked out, why didn't you call me?" I asked. "Because I was mad." He said. "All the more reason to fucking call me!" I yelled, and slammed his door shut. I walked to my room and slammed my door. A few minutes later my door opened slowly. "What?" I asked. Oz walked in. "Sorry." He said. "Fuck you." I said, and pulled the blankets over my head. He walked over and pulled them down then sat next to me on the bed. "I just know that the only reason you are trying things with me is because things were ended adbruptly with Spence. I got jealous." He told me. "Do you not trust me, Oz?" I asked him. "I do." He sighed. "I just don't want to loose you. You mean a lot to me." He said, and put his hand on my cheek. "Then next time call me. Don't get mad and just let yourslef stew." I told him. "Sorry." He said, and smiled. I sat up and kissed him. "It's okay." I said. I was still kind of upset though. He hugged me, and then stood up. "Sparkies?" He asked. "So I can kick your ass in pool?" I asked him, and stood up. "You wish!" He said, and I laughed. I grabbed my purse and we went to Sparkies.
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"I can't believe you scored SIX whole in ones!" Oz said, as we walked into the entrance to our building.
"I'm just that fucking good." I said.
"Lucky. Not good, LUCKY!" He said, and we both laughed. We stopped when we got up the stairs. Spence was sitting outside the door.
"Hey." I said, when I saw him.
"Hey." He said, and stood up.
"I wanted to say thanks for giving Smurf a ride this morning." He said.
"No problem." I told him.
"You didn't have to do that." He said.
"It wasn't a problem. I like the kid." I said.
"Sorry to interrupt." He said to Oz. "I'll get going. I just felt bad you had to give him a ride." He said to me.
"Don't be silly. You can stick around." Oz told him.
"Nah, it's okay." Spence said. He looked really upset.
"Dude, stick around it's cool." Oz told him.
"That's okay. Thanks though." Spence ansered, and started to walk away.
"Spence wait." I said, and he stopped. I looked at Oz and he nodded then kissed my cheek and went inside.
"Come on, we'll go talk." I told him.
"I'm sorry. I should have called." He told me.
"No. It's fine. You look like you could use someone to talk to." I told him.
"I could." He said, and smiled. It made my heart melt. "Can we go to my place?"
"Yeah, lets go." I said, and followed him to his car. We got to his house and his dad was asleep in his easy chair. Spence walked over and unfolded an afgan over him. It was so cute it made me smile. He walked back over to me and we went to his room.
"Smurf is at his girls house." He said.
"Oh cool." I said, and sat down on his bed. I kept picturing the last time I was on it, and blushed. Spence sat down in his compter chair and rolled it over, putting his feet up on the bed.
"So, what's on your brain?" I asked him, and he smiled.
"A lot. Sometimes I just freak out a bit when things get crazy." He said.
"Where did you go?" I asked.
"I just drive. I usually end up sleeping in my car at a rest stop, and then drive more." He said.
"Interesting." I said.
"Yeah. It's kind of weird, but I don't really have anywhere else to go. And it helps me think. Sometimes I rent a hotel for a night or two." He said.
"Next time call me. I'll talk to you." I told him. "I think it worries Smurf when you do that."
"I know. I feel bad." He said.
"You need to take care of yourself too you know. You spend all your time with Smurf and and your Pa. Don't feel guilty if you need some time to yourself." I told him.
"Easier said then done." He said.
"No, it isn't. I promise." I told him.
"I wish I hadn't freaked out the last time he was in the hospital." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, I wish I hadn't screwed things up with you." He said, and looked away. I wasn't sure what to say to him.
"You didn't screw things up." I told him.
"Yes I did." He said.
"No you didn't. It just wasn't the right time for us." I told him.
"I guess not." He said, and smiled. We sat in his room and talked for several hours. We even had a few beers. I looked at the clock and it was after 9:00.
"Holy shit!" I said.
"What?" Spence asked, then looked at the clock. "Whoa! You've been here for five hours!"
"Shit. I should probably get going." I told him.
"I'll take you home." He said, and we left. He dropped me off, and I waved to him as he drove away. I sighed then went upstairs to Oz. He was in his room, and I could hear Nine Inch Nails blaring. He only listened to that when he was upset about something.
"Oz?" I asked, opening his door. He was laying on his bed with his hand behind his head.
"Hey." He said. He sounded mad.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Where the fuck did you go?" He asked me.
"I went to talk to Spence." I told him.
"You could have fucking told me that! I thought you were talking outside. After an hour went by I peaked my head out the door, and you weren't there!" He said, sitting up.
"I thought you knew I was going with him...you nodded your head at me before you went inside." I told him.
"I meant talk to him! Where the hell did you go?" He asked.
"To his house. To TALK!" I said.
"Yeah." He said, and layed back down.
"OZ! If you were fucking freaked out, why didn't you call me?" I asked.
"Because I was mad." He said.
"All the more reason to fucking call me!" I yelled, and slammed his door shut. I walked to my room and slammed my door. A few minutes later my door opened slowly.
"What?" I asked.
Oz walked in.
"Sorry." He said.
"Fuck you." I said, and pulled the blankets over my head. He walked over and pulled them down then sat next to me on the bed.
"I just know that the only reason you are trying things with me is because things were ended adbruptly with Spence. I got jealous." He told me.
"Do you not trust me, Oz?" I asked him.
"I do." He sighed. "I just don't want to loose you. You mean a lot to me." He said, and put his hand on my cheek.
"Then next time call me. Don't get mad and just let yourslef stew." I told him.
"Sorry." He said, and smiled. I sat up and kissed him.
"It's okay." I said. I was still kind of upset though. He hugged me, and then stood up.
"Sparkies?" He asked.
"So I can kick your ass in pool?" I asked him, and stood up.
"You wish!" He said, and I laughed. I grabbed my purse and we went to Sparkies.
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