Forgiveness » L.P AU

03

Liam 

Last night after I screwed up and asked Felicity why she left me, I felt numb. Back in high school, she was the best thing that ever happened to me. I just, I needed to know why.

Currently, I'm sitting on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands, trying to decided if I want to go to work tonight. Sighing, I pulled out my phone to text my only friend Harry, who's dad owns Styles' Auto, only to see that he's already texted me.

- You comin in later? Have some nice news. 

Of course, the one day I don't want to go he has something important to tell me. 

- Yeah, see you in about an hour or so. 

That's one thing I love about about my job, I don't have a certain time I have to be there, I just have to show up sometime before eleven.

Slowly, I stood up and moved to my bathroom. I examined myself in the mirror; my hair isn't greasy and I'm not dirty, so my shower can wait until after work. I quickly changed into a white long sleeved shirt, put a grey t-shirt over it, and slipped on a pair of blue jeans and brown Timberland boots. I was then ready to go.

Thankfully, my room is on the first floor of my house, so all I had to do was go straight through the kitchen, grab an apple, my keys, and my phone and then head into the garage.

Once in my late model Mustang, I opened the garage door, twisted the keys, and roared off down the road.

...

It usually doesn't take more than twenty five minutes for me to get to work, and that's because I'm used to driving five over the speed limit.

When I pulled into the shop parking lot, Harry came out, waving a hand and slightly squinting.

"Payne," he called, wiping his hands on a white towel. The white tank he wore had black splotches on it and his long, brown hair was tied back with a bandana.

"Styles," I smiled, closing my door and locking it behind me. "What's the good news?"

"You remember Elaine? My girlfriend?"

I nodded. If I'm remembering correctly, his girlfriend went away to music school in New York a couple of years ago. They don't see each other often, so either they broke up and he finally got to get wild, or she's coming home.

"She's coming home this weekend!" Bingo, what did I say?

"That's great, man!" I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. In the straightest way possible, I think it's amazing how his eyes light up when he speaks of her, it's much like how mine used to do when I spoke of Felicity.

"What's up? You don't seem too happy."

"It's nothing," I mumbled, shrugging it off and walking past him back into the break room.

"Bull shit." Why does he have to know me so well?

"I've told you about Felicity before, haven't I?"

"The one that left you for your best friend?"

I nodded, continuing. "She just got a job transfer here, and guess where she's living?" I didn't give him a chance to answer before I told him. "Right next to me, of course."

"You're kidding."

"I wish," I said, almost laughing.

"Where does she work?"

"William's, a couple blocks down from here."

"Oh," Harry mumbled, taking a seat and propping his feet up on the table. "What's she do there?"