Chapter 7
When Ike went into his apartment later that day, the afternoon sun was shining through the large windows, the smell of chocolate chip cookies permeated the room and Elvis Costello was singing "Red Shoes" on the CD player.
All right, Ike thought. He poured himself a glass of milk to go with the cookies, pulled out his Herman Miller chair and sent a facebook friend request to Allie.
Tyler came out the bathroom and slapped him on the back. "Stalking is a crime punishable by two years of imprisonment."
"And when I said you could sleep over last monday night, I didn't mean for you to permanently move in." Ike said.
"Oh come on, man. You can't keep this seriously pimped out crib all to yourself." Tyler said gesturing wildly around the penthouse suite his family kept in the Chaston. "Now, tell me you got the girl."
"Sure." Ike bit into a cookie. "You saw me go into her house."
"You're right, you're right, I should have had faith. Time to collect my mullah from Daniel."
"For what?" Ike turned back to his mac and typed "Alaric" on google search.
"That you had sex with crazy hair," Tyler said grabbing cookies.
"What?" Ike said squinting at the computer screen. "Of course I didn't."
"Oh."Tyler nodded. "Well you've still got a month."
"Tyler," Ike said as the list of notifications showed up on his window. "I don't know what you're going on about but I'm positive that if it came from dumb Daniel it's a waste of my time. Now any ideas on where I should start looking for a guy named Alaric."
He showed Tyler the million hits that popped out of google.
"Piece of cake. You just have to search the telephone directory," he said and began to move away. "Oh, just so you know, distressed Debbie danced and left with dumb Daniel yesterday. And I've just satisfied my D quota for the day."
"Good for them." Ike turned back looking for an online telephone directory of Chaston 8 years ago.
"It really doesn't bother you?" Tyler asked.
"Why are you harassing me and dripping all over the floor with your wet hair?" Ike said, putting an edge to his voice.
"I just wanted to make sure you're not going back to her," Tyler said. "My wingman status is on the line here."
"How?" Ike asked.
"Well, if you hypothetically get back together," Tyler started, coming back to sit on the corner of Ike's desk. "Hypothetically because that grade-a bitch is hot. She hates my guts and wouldn't let you hang out with me. You're going to be stuck in a shot gun wedding with three kids while your wife's porking the gym instructor; without may I add your wingman to tide you over. So I'm really only looking out for you, man"
"First," Ike said, "I don't even like Debbie, so forget her. Second, if I was insane enough to get married, I'd get married to Allie. Third, I wouldn't even let Allie near a gym instructor."
"This is a woman you've known for a little over a week. It took you half a year to pick your favorite spice girl, but you're seriously---"
"Yes. She's the one."
"You didn't tell her that, though. Right?" Ike said. "Talk about an intense first date. No wonder she freaked and didn't take any of your calls."
"I did tell her that but you don't exactly know the whole story." Ike started and proceeded to tell him what transpired that night.
"Talk about desperate measures." Tyler said sitting on the table. "Jesus. I'm surprised she didn't put out a restraining order against you."
"I know but you didn't feel what I felt that night. It was like we were destined to be at that exact place on that exact time." Ike said. "She's perfect."
"No woman is perfect," Tyler said. "Which is why we must keep looking. Preferably for more than one. Why do you need to find this Alaric guy anyway? Aren't you supposed to be glad he hasn't come back?"
"Which is why I'd like to keep it that way. I have to find him first so I could keep the two of them from ever meeting." Ike explained. "And when she finally gives up she'll see that I'm the man for her."
"That sounds extremely borderline stalker behavior," Tyler noted fixing the towel on his hips.
Oh dear god, Ike thought and groaned as he noticed his friend's fidgety movement. "Tell me you have something under that towel and that the mouse pad your sitting on is not directly below your junk."
"Just my birthday suit." Tyler said winking as he got off the table and ran towards the guest bedroom.
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