Regrets

8

Sulking all the way to the door, Tom didn't bother to look through the peep hole. Opening the door, Edd stood there with a wide smile.

"Tom! You look... not well."

"I wonder why. Anyways why'd you knock? You do still have your key, right?"

Edd smiled nervously. He did that thing where he rubbed his neck and looked away.  Alright, time to see what he needs.

"Before you ask, no I don't have extra money, cola, food, or time."

"What- no I wasn't here for any of that."

I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms. I gave him a curious look. "Then what?"

"Oh, um.. why don't you come over for a moment? Breakfast?"

Having nothing better to do, Tom agreed and followed Edd over to his shared apartment. When he entered, he saw some luggage in the hall and a frantic Matt throwing some into his room.

He sat down as Edd finished making bacon. Matt joined them at the table, but neither touched the freshly made bacon.

"Here Tom, do you want anything with it? A Cola?"

"You're giving bacon and Cola? Alright what'd you do."

They both glanced at each other nervously. They whispered something to each other and hesitated looking at Tom.

"Does this have to do with the luggage in the hall? If you're moving out I don't care. You're adults."

"No... that's not what it is."

Getting impatient, he took large bites of the bacon. He could feel it trying to come back up but hey, Edd giving bacon? Once in a lifetime miracle.

"Alright. Tom... we think it's time we all sat down and... well..." He glanced at Matt. He sighed. "We think it's time we talk about what happened last year. You know.. with To-"

Tom slammed his hands down on the table and stood from his seat. "Don't EVER! Say his name around me!" He wasn't one for interrupting, but Edd knew better than anyone else, that there were two things he hated in this world more than anything.

1. Regrets
2. Him

He collected himself and grabbed a piece of bacon. "Look Edd, if you two want to talk about it with each other be my guests. But I don't want anything to do with him. Maybe some day down the road, but until then I'd rather keep that in the past."

Casting a quick glance up at them, he could tell they still had more to say but were now holding back. Sighing, he left the remaining bacon and went for the door. "Sorry to cut this short. I'll be in my apartment if you need anything."

After closing the door, they reminded silent. Or at least, he didn't hear anything. Going into his apartment he locked the door and dove onto the sofa. The outburst gave him a headache. And not only did it give him a headache. It gave him yet another regret.

I regret reacting that way. I regret not actually talking it out with them. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not yet, at least.

Remaining a moment more, he finally pulled himself up from the sofa and went for the bedroom. Upon entering, he could hear faint conversations next door. He'd made enough of an ass of himself today, so he didn't bother to listen in and went for the bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.