Status Quo
Hello, hello! It’s story time again. This week, it will be all Chapter 5 of Fast & Loose. Next week... I’m not sure yet. There will be a story, but if it’s F&L or the start of Book 2 for Adventure Inc depends on how things flow. What I would like to do, is split my writing time between the two, so I can alternate to have a little variety. Who knows, right?
Okay, then. Enough babble, on with the show!
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They decided to wait until the morning to drop in on Larry, neither of them felt up to talking with anyone for the rest of the day. When he woke up the next morning, Deb was laying stretched out next to him on the bed with an arm draped across his chest. She was still sleeping soundly, a pretty little blush coloring her cheeks.
He got up carefully, making sure not to wake her up. She had slept on top of the covers and the afghan she used to cover up had been thrown off. He gently covered her back up and stood watching her for a second. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful laying there.
After a moment, he blushed and looked away guiltily. She was his best friend, dammit. Besides, he thought, this was not the time for things like that. Angry with himself, he quietly gathered some clean clothes, I really need to do some laundry, he winced, then sighed.
Shaking his head, he quickly showered, then gathered the heaping basket of laundry from the bathroom. Leaving a note for Deb in case she woke before he got back, he slipped out quietly.
Or tried. His apartment door was loud in the hall as he had to tug it shut. Wincing again, he ambled on down the hall to the tiny laundry room.
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Deb woke with a start. The loud thud that woke her had a dull echo in the quiet morning. Blearily, she looked around. Rob was gone, so she figured the damn door closing is what woke her up. He really needed to bug Larry about that door.
She quickly made the bed and refolded the afghan she used. That done, she went into the kitchen and started the coffee. She read his note with a smile, knowing he probably decided to do the laundry when he noticed he was almost out of clothes.
While the coffee was brewing, she grabbed some clothes she kept in his closet and hopped into the shower. She let the hot water pound, letting the remains of last night’s tension flow away with it. When she was done, she wrapped herself in a towel and wiped off the mirror. She looked at herself for a minute, brown eyes and dark hair staring back at her. They’d get through this, she told herself. With the rather generous severance packages they got, they didn’t have to worry too much about money. At least for a while.
By the time she finished getting dressed the coffee was finished. She poured herself a large mug and sat in one of the chairs where the now broken kitchen table sat. They hadn’t had the energy to carry it out last night. For a moment, she let the tendrils of despair creep at her awareness. Tears formed as she wondered again what they would do.
She shook it off as she started to shiver. Damn, she hugged herself and got up to grab Rob’s extra sweater and check the thermostat. “What? That’s not right, is it?” The temperature was set firmly at sixty-eight degrees. As she blew out a frustrated sigh, she saw her breath again. “Just like last night. What the hell is happening to us?”
Okay, then. Enough babble, on with the show!
< ------- >
They decided to wait until the morning to drop in on Larry, neither of them felt up to talking with anyone for the rest of the day. When he woke up the next morning, Deb was laying stretched out next to him on the bed with an arm draped across his chest. She was still sleeping soundly, a pretty little blush coloring her cheeks.
He got up carefully, making sure not to wake her up. She had slept on top of the covers and the afghan she used to cover up had been thrown off. He gently covered her back up and stood watching her for a second. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful laying there.
After a moment, he blushed and looked away guiltily. She was his best friend, dammit. Besides, he thought, this was not the time for things like that. Angry with himself, he quietly gathered some clean clothes, I really need to do some laundry, he winced, then sighed.
Shaking his head, he quickly showered, then gathered the heaping basket of laundry from the bathroom. Leaving a note for Deb in case she woke before he got back, he slipped out quietly.
Or tried. His apartment door was loud in the hall as he had to tug it shut. Wincing again, he ambled on down the hall to the tiny laundry room.
# # #
Deb woke with a start. The loud thud that woke her had a dull echo in the quiet morning. Blearily, she looked around. Rob was gone, so she figured the damn door closing is what woke her up. He really needed to bug Larry about that door.
She quickly made the bed and refolded the afghan she used. That done, she went into the kitchen and started the coffee. She read his note with a smile, knowing he probably decided to do the laundry when he noticed he was almost out of clothes.
While the coffee was brewing, she grabbed some clothes she kept in his closet and hopped into the shower. She let the hot water pound, letting the remains of last night’s tension flow away with it. When she was done, she wrapped herself in a towel and wiped off the mirror. She looked at herself for a minute, brown eyes and dark hair staring back at her. They’d get through this, she told herself. With the rather generous severance packages they got, they didn’t have to worry too much about money. At least for a while.
By the time she finished getting dressed the coffee was finished. She poured herself a large mug and sat in one of the chairs where the now broken kitchen table sat. They hadn’t had the energy to carry it out last night. For a moment, she let the tendrils of despair creep at her awareness. Tears formed as she wondered again what they would do.
She shook it off as she started to shiver. Damn, she hugged herself and got up to grab Rob’s extra sweater and check the thermostat. “What? That’s not right, is it?” The temperature was set firmly at sixty-eight degrees. As she blew out a frustrated sigh, she saw her breath again. “Just like last night. What the hell is happening to us?”
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