part 7

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When I open my eyes Michael is sitting on the sofa with his eyes fixed on me.

"What are you doing back here?" I ask him confused.

"Is everything okay, Where's David?" I ask.

We got in a little..., he's outside closing up or something". He replies.

"You got in a little what?" I ask.

"Jam". He says

"Boat died, had to paddle back". He sighs.

I rub my eyes and Stan up from my chair.

"I'll be right back, do you need anything?" I ask him.

"A sea plane would be nice" he jokes.

I give him a small smile and walked into the kitchen.

"There you are you poor thing. What happened?" I ask David.

"The boat conked out halfway there. It was a nightmare". He replies.

"So I guess James Dean is gonna be making himself at home". He rolls his eyes.

"We could always call Mike and Mary" I suggest.

"What are you gonna do, scream across the Bay?" He asks sarcastically.

Then I remembered.

"Right, the phone" I say.

"The phone" he repeats bitterly.

I look at him annoyed.

"Why is this all my fault?, do you think I want him here?" I ask him.

"I don't know, do you?" He asks.

"No" I reply.

"Good. That makes two of us". He says.
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The entire afternoon was spent as a quiet one.

Michael and David sat in the living room and I overheared their conversation.

"You know

I look at you

And it's funny

You don't remind me of myself exactly

But you remind me of a certain time in my youth.

I remember what I used to think love was then.

I thought it was the fireworks

The explosions

The highlights.

But it's not.

It's time.

To go through seasons together.

Through change.

Through the ups and downs.

To be able

To look at your beloved

In the eye and say

"We did that together

As one".

"We chose eachother

Above all others".

That is

Love.

It's unexplainable.

It's a secret

That can only be known

Once

You've done

The time".
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