A/N: Please be polite of you're going to point errors ok!
The clock was making him feel paranoid. Almost every two minutes he moved the curtains aside, checking the car he, deliberately, left out of the garage. It continued to sit there, pristine an untouched as the morning light brightened into afternoon.
"Dude, I don't feel right about this." He, again, looked through the curtains as not a soul approaches his precious car. Darren remained sprawled across the couch in Sam's bedroom, eyes closed and hands behind his head.
"About what?" He mumbled, stuffing his face into the cushions further. "How it ended?"
"Kinda," He said, trying to define exactly what was bothering him. "More like, how calm she is. When we were together, she was always so - fiery. Ready to throw down the gauntlet and go barreling head first into an argument. This quiet is weird."
"You WANT her to key your car?" Darren said, incredulously. Eyebrows raised and confusion plastered across his features he stares at Sam.
"No, of course not. But I mean, why hasn't she?" The gloss on his car reflected the sun and blinded him as he attempted to peak out the curtains again. Darren shook his head, clearly unable to find any answer.
"I don't know man, chicks are crazy." He grabbed a magazine from a side table and began flipping through it. Sam looked at the cardboard box on his dresser, still full.
"What kinda girl doesn't freak when they've been cheated on?"
"She broke up with you didn't she?"
"Well, yeah but there've been no death glares, no damaged property an she freaking washed the clothes I left at her house and RETURNED them." As he accounted for each strange fact, he became more confused, and regretted his choices for once.
"I was talking to her best friend the other day, what's-her-face..." He looked around the room, snapping to recall the girl's name.
"Natalya?" Sam provided.
"Yeah that one. Anyways she says Rowan just gets sad when the topic comes up." Darren said.
Sad. Not furious or vengeful. Not brokenhearted, furious, or dismissive. Just sad? Sam couldn't wrap his mind around it. He pulled the folded note out of his pocket, the edges already started to wear at the abuse the paper has suffered.
- Here are your things. Clothes have been washed.
Goodbye -
Goodbye? That's it? He needed to talk to her.
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Cliffhanger
Short StorySnippets of stories I make no promise to continue. Just a lot of random scenes that pop in my head. But you may like some of them, so ya know.
