Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sa...
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Friday came along and just as I had guessed, there were no classes and no games. Practice had been cancelled starting Thursday, and I had been outside maybe twice since Wednesday. One of those times had been to visit Colby and the second time was to pick up some clothes that Claire had so greatly dropped off at Colby's apartment. I wasn't planning on staying with Colby, but he seemed so distressed over Vance being absent still, that it seemed only right for me to stay. I could tell that Colby cared a lot about Vance--I could see it in the way his eyes darted to the door every time he heard the sound of keys, and the slight disappointment that fell on his face when he realized it wasn't Vance. I was worried about Vance too, not going to lie. He had missed nearly a whole week of practice, and based on the way Colby described it, Coach Dyer wasn't happy about it at all.
It was Friday morning at around eleven o'clock in the morning, and I was trying to act like that domesticated girlfriend that you see in the movies and what not. There wasn't much I could use to cook with in their kitchen, but then again what else do you expect from two guys living together?
Colby was asleep in the bedroom. Actually, let me restate that--Colby was faking asleep in the bedroom. I knew he was awake, and I knew he was very much conscious and could hear and feel what I was doing, but he refused to wake up. He's been in the dumps a lot lately, and I felt kind of selfish for wishing that he would stop caring for Vance just for a little bit. I mean, yes, Vance wasn't here, but I was. Did that not count for something?
Eventually, I ended up making a simple plate with frozen waffles, eggs, and bacon. It was basic, yes, but it should hopefully be enough to keep us well fed until the snow slowed down outside. The cable had turned off, and the lights had dimmed to a low amount. I was glad it was bright outside, but if I did end up staying here until the evening, how was I going to survive without lights?
"Colby." I called. I heard a rustle in the bedroom, and then slowly Colby began to walk out into the open air of the living room. A light smile fell on his face at the sight of food and he looked up at me. "Thank you." His voice was deep and raspy, and I loved the way his morning voice sounded. "It was no biggie. Hopefully this will get you out the dumps." I spoke. With the cable off, we couldn't necessarily watch TV, but the TVs at Howard came built in with a DVD player. Colby and Vance didn't have a lot of movie options to choose from, and I found two that we could watch throughout the day. The first one was one of my all time favorites--The Woods with Omar Epps. I'm pretty sure I've watched this movie way more than I needed to, but it was better than just staring into a black screen.
I was enjoying my food, and I realized that Colby wasn't really eating. He was on the phone texting someone. I knew it was probably Leo or Renel, and he was probably just checking on them to see if they heard from Vance or anything, and obviously by the way he tossed his phone on to the table, they hadn't.
"Look, as much as I want to sit here and watch you beat yourself up over Vance, I can't. Call me selfish, jealous, or anything the likewise, but I'm here to make you feel better, and I can't do that if you keep worrying about your friend. Vance is a big boy, he has family in DC also. I know you want to be a good friend but there is a difference between being a friend, and being a damn father." I kept my voice firm, and Colby's eyes wandered around the room before finally landing on me. He pursed his lips together before placing his tray on the table.
