In the end

Chapter 3 - It can't be

I spent the rest of my day doing the things I didn't have time for during the week. I paid all my bills, did laundry, got groceries and cleaned my apartment. By the time I was done everything I was beat and just wanted to lounge on the couch with a book and cold beer.

I had just popped the top and had taken that first frosty sip when I heard the sounds of a text message. I almost didn't want to pick up my phone but curiosity got the better of me. ~ Hey biznatch what r u doin ~ I smiled. My friend Jules could always get a smile out of me no matter what. ~ Hey Tramp. You know me, always busy ~ I sat back on the couch and picked up my book when my phone beeped again. ~ Your not busy your a skeevy liar that lies. Put the book down and get over here ~ Sighing I put down my book. ~ Dude I can't, I got work in the morning ~ I knew all too well that I was gonna lose, if Jules wanted something she wouldn't let up ~ Nice try but 2morrows Thursday and you don't start till noon ~ I quickly ran out of reasons and gave in ~ Fine. Gimme 10 ~ I put down my book and headed to change. I grabbed my phone and keys and headed outside, I checked my phone and sure enough she knew she won ~ :) see u soon -

As soon as I stepped outside the door I froze. There were huge moving trucks lining the street and people everywhere setting up equipment and shouting instructions to each other. It felt really disorienting to be standing on my steps and not recognize my own block. I had forgotten all about that letter about the TV people filming here. I was making my way down the street trying not to trip on anything when I saw it. No way. There's no way it's the same car from the coffee shop. I shook my head and felt foolish. After all it was dark and there were probably dozens of cars that looked exactly the same.

I started walking trying to forget about it but the harder I tried the more useless it got. I could still see his smile and almost feel the warmth of his hands. Now that I was thinking about him all these little details came flooding back. He was taller than most men and had wide shoulders. I remembered not noticing anything else except his smile at the time but now I could practically see him towering over me again. His hair was long I think, almost to his shoulders and he had on one of those slouchy knit hats. I remember his name was Jared and how kind he seemed and soon enough I found myself smiling like a crazy person.