#skye002

This had been his plan, his invitation, and he had done the arrangements too, but he simply couldn’t convince himself that this was what he wanted. To be in the same room as Skye, to share a coffee. I worried the conversation would turn a certain direction, he worried neither of them could move on to be… well… friends seemed enough for now… if they didn’t talk about it. He waited in front of the coffee house for her, spending the moments checking the cuts and bruises on his hands from the fight club the other night. He needed new tape for his hands. When she appeared he perked up, he could never really ignore the nostalgia when he saw her, how he wished to have it again. How he wished… “Hey, happy new year.”

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Metallica thumped against the walls of his apartment. It was four o’clock in the evening, and his neighbors were used to him playing music obnoxiously loud at random intervals. Though most of them were at work. He’d taken the day off to spend a day at the park with his daughter, and now she was with his mother for some ‘girl time.’ He’d had two shots of Jack Daniels and was nodding his head along with Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters as he finished putting the dishes in the dish washer and running a cycle. This was how he liked it. Loud music blurring out his thoughts. 

When he was done, he sat on the couch and listened to the rest of the song. But as the vinyl finished and spun to a stop, he felt utterly and completely bored. He hadn’t had adult company in a while, and to be honest, he could use it. So he ended up scrolling through his phone, finding his friend and neighbor Skye’s name, and decided it would be easy for either of them to stop over at each other’s place and hang out. If she weren’t busy. It wasn’t long before she’d agreed and was heading over, bringing wine. He had a pizza ordered and Pink Floyd’s Brain Damage now filled the air around him at half volume as he started another record. Hearing the knock, he made his way towards the entryway and swung open the door. He smiled softly as his blue eyes met hers, and moved out of the way to allow her entrance into the apartment. “Hey,” he offered, smile still pulling at his lips. “Rare occurrence that we’re both child-free for the evening...” he said lightly. “Pizza should be here in 20. Make yourself at home.”