Chapter 15 - The Concert

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Pete woke up in his bedroom with the light shining in his face. Boxes and suitcases were all over the room of half packed things. He walked into his bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He reached for a towel that he had on top of the toilet but while he did he heard a noise. It sounded like the back door being opened. Pete quietly went back into his bedroom and grabbed a gun he kept in his top drawer of his nightstand. Pete creped down the hallway towards the backdoor when he heard the fridge open, he quickly relaxed and clicked the safety button back on. He walked down the hallway and peered around the corner. Sam was looking in the fridge. He pulled out the milk and orange juice and placed them on the counter. He looked over at Pete holding a gun.

“Whoa! Why are you holding a gun?” Sam asked ecstatic. Pete noticed a small gym bag on the counter as well.

“Did you just pick the lock of our backdoor?” Pete asked.

“Maybe” Sam said calmly looking at Pete’s gun. “Can you put the gun down now? You know I don’t like having to use them.” Pete walked back to his room and put the gun away. Sam made himself a bowl of cereal and was making a mixed drink with vodka and orange juice when Pete came and sat down at the counter and looked through Sam’s bag.

“I don’t even know what to say right now. One I’m surprised you woke up before me, two how do you even want to start drinking at nine in the morning, and three why did you break into this house?”

“Actually I haven’t gone to sleep yet. I had quite the evening.”

“Was it one or two girls?”

“It wasn’t a bar and it wasn’t a sex date.”

“So you’re saying you didn’t lose your keys and need to use your lock pick set to break into this house?”

“I didn’t want to get rusty.”

“I thought you were going to figure something out and not get involved with your old lifestyle?”

“Which part? Being able to pick locks is a skill you should never give up.” Sam said with his mouth full of Raisin Bran cereal. 

“I don’t even know why I bother” Pete said rolling his eyes.

“I do have some good news though.”

“Wait a second you didn’t go to the bar or to a chicks house yesterday? You disappeared around one yesterday and you’re saying you didn’t have any drinks or meet up with any girls?” Sam shook his head no. “Oh no, I don’t want to know. Please just keep me out of it. You’re obsessing about something and I don’t want to know about it. I’d rather remain ignorant to the facts. “

“I said it was good news.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to know. And by the way we need to follow up with Cam. There was nothing to use during those auditions. I bugged his car while you were inside though. He’s going to Jamie’s club tonight to see her play. He might be trying to find his next affair. I need you there.”

“Awesome and no way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I planned on going anyways. That Jamie girl is kind of interesting.”

“You mean hot and you want to get in her pants.”

“I take offense to that. Just because she’s nice to look at doesn’t mean I don’t see her as a person.”

“Who do you think you are kidding here?”

“If we end up messing around so be it but I honestly got a kick out of her and hope she can play a decent guitar. I haven’t gone to a club or concert in years.”

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