The Inconsistent Ramblings of a Constant Story Teller(A short story collection)

Sebastian Sera

Sebastian sat on the couch like he would any other night. The whitewashed walls of his apartment juxtaposed the blackness of the night. The T.Vs dim light flickered on Sebastian's glasses and the sound resonated through the apartment. The two day old discarded Mac. Donald's wrapper in the trash smelled foul and the small communities of bacteria growing on it grew larger every day. Sebastian looked at his watch. "Ehhh," he sighed, "1:30 already?" To him, it felt like his work ended only a half hour ago but in fact, it had been three on account of the overtime work. Sebastian sat on the couch and called his mother. She did not pick up. As the voice mail message beeped Sebastian spoke into his phone, "Hey mom, I was just wondering if this summer you wanted to go to Lake Powell again, I was talking to Jessica today and she said that she would love to go and meet you guys." Sebastian got up off of the couch and started walking around, "Yeah but call me back when you get this message." Sebastian hung up the phone and walked towards the bed where his girlfriend lay. As he lay down on the queen size bed Jessica squirmed a little bit. "Sorry," Sebastian whispered. And he lay down and went to sleep.

* * *

Sebastian woke up to Jessica's alarm. "Sorry," she said.

"No, it's fine," Sebastian sat up in the bed and looked at Jessica, "So I called my mom about Lake Powell last night."

"Oh," Jessica sat up as well and looked at Sebastian, "what did she say?" Jessica got up and put on her clothes.

"Well," Sebastian got up and put on his clothes as well, "She didn't pick up but I left a message." As he put on his shirt he walked out of the small bedroom.

"Huh," Jessica walked into the kitchen. She grabbed the eggs, butter, and cheese out of the refrigerator. She grated the cheese as Sebastian grabbed a pan out the cupboard, "Thanks, sweetie." Jessica said. Sebastian nodded. Jessica cracked six eggs into a small bowl as Sebastian cut up some green onions and got the bacon bits out of the refrigerator. Jessica put the butter onto the pan and turned on the heat. As the butter sizzled on the pan Sebastian put his arms around her waist. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and they completed the omelet. They ate it solemnly as they stared into each other's eyes around the small square table. Sebastian's phone rang.

He picked it up and answered it. It was his mother. "Hello Mom," he said, finally breaking eye contact with his girlfriend, "Yeah sorry about the late call, but the question still stands, do you want to go to Lake Powell with Jessica and me?" He looked over to Jessica and winked. "Yeah, yeah, well we already bought a boat and you can fit on it if you want," Sebastian took another bite of their shared omelet. "Uh from June 1st through the 7th," he answered his mother's question with a small amount of food still in his mouth, "Will that work for you? Okay, okay, well I will talk to you after you talk to Dad about it. Okay, bye." Sebastian hung up the phone and looked back at Jessica, "They said they would talk about it."

"Good," Jessica retorted, "Talking is good, we should do more of it, I mean I have known you for what? Three years? And I don't even know your favorite color."

"Well I know yours," Sebastian said with a slight smirk on his face.

"How?" Jessica asked.

"Well it was the first thing you said when you walked into this apartment for the very first time you said, and I quote," Sebastian put on a mock voice of his dear girlfriend, "Oh I absolutely love these walls, white is my favorite color you know," He ended the mock voice, "I was going to paint this all Teal, my favorite color, but you just liked the walls just the way they were so I kept them."

Jessica was appalled, "How did you remember that it was around a year and a half ago!" She took another bite of her omelet.

"Well, it was the first day that we started living together how could I not remember?" Sebastian leaned over the table and kissed Jessica on the lips.