100 Letters To You (Completed& Supposedly Edited)

Getting things straight

" Dude. Do you think he's...dead?" Eric heard a familiar voice whisper.

"Don't be silly, Dee, he's breathing." Another voice, rougher than the one before yet still familiar, said.

"Yeah, but he looks as if a dog was chewing on him! Do we have to wake him up?"

Eric tried to open his eyes and groaned as fireworks started to erupt in his head. GOD! He hated hangovers. That's why he never bothered much with alcohol; wasn’t worth the after mass.

Massaging his temple he peeled his eyes open and was greeted with...a table?!

"GREAT!" prompted Charles "You're up! Now get you're drunk bum out of here; we need to close up."

Eric tried to focus. Where the hell was he!? And why is Charles, the coffee shop owner...OH MY GOD! He slept under the table at "Frost"!

"Water?" Dean asked, not bothering to wait for a reply as he handed him a small glass.

"You...left me sleeping...UNDER the table?"

"What was I suppose to do, man!?" Dean exclaimed.

"I don't know" Eric faked confusion "wake me up?" 

"...Well, He woke you up, now. Would you two get it over with? I want to go home already!" Charles, always annoyed as he was, exclaimed..

Eric couldn't blame him for being annoyed though; not after he saw his wife! ...and to think he's been married to that shrew for TWENTY YEARS! GODDDDD!!! The woman literally dragged her husband out of the cafe once!

Ignoring the hammering in his brain and the illusionary stars in his vision, Eric crawled out from under the table, notebook in hand...

"I'm sorry, guys. Don't know what I'd do without you!" He mumbled.

The thing about Frost, they weren't just a small cafe that barely has costumers, they were a family.. Had each other's back. They were Eric's only remaining family.

"Yea, yea. Sure. Now give me a ride home," Charles said, his wrinkled old face brightening in an involuntary smile, his remaining teeth on display.

"I'LL DRIVE," Screamed Dean as he sprinted towards the door. Good, Eric would probably do an accident if he tried.

15 minutes later, they were all in Eric's car making their way to Charles house. They'll have to drop the old man first; or his wife will call the CIA!

"So," prompted Charles, closing his tired eyes as he rested in the back seat. "What got you drinking?"

"My Boss. Told me I either go on a vacation or it's a full time vacation" Eric said wearily. Even though Charles was the first to ask, Eric was already tired of having to tell this to everyone.

"BUH! His loss man. Come work with us," Dean risked a quick wink at Eric before turning his attention back on the road.

For a twenty years old, Dean was fairly handsome. Well built, Dark messy hair and icy blue eyes that enchanted girls. Eric almost envied him. Almost.

"Zip it, Dee. The guy is not fired. He's just.....on a forced vacation." Charles shrugged.

"Yea, big difference."

They came to a stop at Charles house. A fairly nice block. The whole building had it's lights off. Except for one apartment, which Eric expected was Charles'. Probably his wife waiting up for him with an axe behind the door.

He has no idea why, but his mind drifted back to the notebook. Maybe, he can read just one more letter on his way home. He heard the click sound of the car's door and Charles screaming "GOODBYE LOSERS" before the car started moving again.