Only Ocean

When Monday was fun

"Thomas, we need those pages by the end of the month. No more stalling." My supervisor says on the other side of the phone.

"I'll try getting them to you by the next few weeks." I reply, best attitude I can.

"You better." The line goes dead, leaving me to remove the phone from my ear.

A quiet sigh leaves me lips.

It's been about 3 months since I last spoke to Alex, or left the house if that's important.

Every time I find my self alone, I also find myself dwelling on my past and things I've taken for granted.

When I say I haven't left the house, I don't mean I've been laying in bed for those 3 months straight. Probably just 2.

But this month, I've tried looking for a new job. Being a writer isn't funding me well and I've started to struggle.

I've got an interview at a library near my house, and I'll admit that I'm a tad bit nervous.

Seeing that I haven't had a single human interaction in months, I'm afraid I'll find a way to fuck this up for myself.

The actual only interaction I've only ever really had these past few months were the phone calls with my mum. That's one person I just can't ignore.

As for the Alex situation, I've occupied myself entirely too much just to get him off my mind.

So much had happened in just a matter of weeks, I seemingly didn't process it at the time. I can't imagine what he's doing now, but I can't say I don't care.

ALEX

"This tour is killin' meh." Matt says, wiping his forehead with an already sweat filled face towel.

"You've said it." I agree, taking a sip of my drink while watching the outside.

We're closer to ending our tour soon, it's been so tiring. The guys and I've been going out almost every single night since I got back to the states, picking up new girls here n' there.

I ended up meeting this one girl who I like a lot and ended up dating.

Her name is Arielle. I'm crazy about her.

Though, with our tour coming to an end and us going home soon, I can't help but to think about Laura.

We haven't spoken in some time and it's my fault, I don't know how to talk to her anymore and I can't just show up on her doorstep.

I look different compared to the last time she saw me. I got a hair cut, changed up my style and all. Would she even recognize me?

Does she even like me anymore?

LAURA

A smile perks on my lips as the read the email congratulating me on being hired and telling me about my start.

I'm shocked they even considered me, seeing how awkward and away I was the interview. No idea what shook them.

Now, I'll need to take my leave at this writing career. I'll always enjoy writing and even spend some time on it, though, a career in it is entirely overwhelming.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my front door, and I'm almost hesitant to even take a step towards it.

Of course, I go to open the door.

"Hey!"

"What..are you doing here?"