He Followed Me Home

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-one

Janice had luckily been wrong about Wyatt and Francine getting killed during his driving lesson and now Wyatt had his own pick up truck that he'd been driving back and forth from work all week. It wasn't brand new and it had a few scratches in it's dark blue paint but Wyatt was proud of it.

He pulled into the parking garage beside the apartment building the next Friday and smiled as he remembered Francine helping him get gas just the day before. He'd been scared to death they were going to blow up and Francine had laughed like crazy when Wyatt had nearly let out a yell of fear when the woman at the pump beside them had lit up a cigarette.

"It's okay Wyatt, gas station blowups are really quite rare," she had teased. This had led to Wyatt tickling her, which had led to Wyatt pinning her to the side of the truck, which had led to them kissing for nearly ten minutes right there at the crowded gas station.

Wyatt took the stairs two at a time up to their floor. He still preferred them over that moving coffin they called an elevator. He could only imagine what would happen if something went wrong and that thing went plummeting to the basement.

Wyatt took out his key and unlocked the apartment door and as soon as he stepped inside he heard the argument taking place.

"You can't just move out!" Francine exclaimed loudly.

"I can't live here with you and your new husband. You're getting married next weekend and the last thing you and Casper need is me getting in the way while you go through your honeymoon phase," Janice countered.

"Janice, this is your home too!" Francine insisted.

Wyatt walked cautiously through the house. He had learned growing up that angry women were the most dangerous creatures in the world. They could turn violent at any moment and they didn't always attack the person they were really mad at.

"Francine, don't make this difficult," Janice pleaded with exasperation.

Wyatt poked his head around Janice's bedroom door and found the two women standing toe to toe. Janice had boxes in her room and was packing up her belongings while Francine kept grabbing things out of the boxes and trying to put them away.

Francine caught sight of Wyatt and immediately crossed the floor to him, grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into the room, "Help me, Wyatt," she begged. Wyatt saw that though she was trying to act angry, she was near tears and clearly heart broken.

Wyatt sighed with defeat. He would have done anything she asked in that moment with her big dark eyes shining with unshed tears, "What's going on?" he asked as he wrapped a comforting arm around Francine's shoulders.

"Janice said she's moving out. She got a new place and she's going to leave tomorrow. She already talked to the land lord and everything!"

Wyatt turned his gaze to Janice, "Why are you leaving?"

Janice sighed as she took the stack of clothes from Francine's arms and put them back in a box, "Because I don't feel like being a third wheel to the newly married couple," she replied and this earned a snort from Francine. Janice ignored her and continued on, "You both deserve your privacy and you don't need me hanging around and being in your way all the time."

"My sister would never be in the way," Wyatt assured her.

Janice shook her head, "I've made my mind up about this and I've talked to the land lord. It's a done deal," she assured them.

"But you're my best friend and we've been together for a long time," Francine said with a sniff as a single tear broke free of the hold she'd kept on it and rolled down her cheek.