Knots

Catch Me As I Fall.

10. "Catch me as I Fall."

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
-Confucius

6:00 A.M

REGGIE SIMON

"Dre, breakfast is ready!" Reggie shouted, from the contemporary jumble the roommates knew as their kitchen.

"I'm coming honey," being the only trace of a response from Andre.

This boy thinks I'm his house wife.

Reggie knew Andre had been down about his whole family situation, so he tried to cheer him up, but he knew apart of him couldn't care less. Andre knew that he was going through the ringer with the whole Thomas Avery thing: first the dream, and then it became sort of real. However, he hadn't told Andre about his encounter with their boss yet, more so because he hadn't entirely understood what it meant himself.

"Aw Regg," Andre started, appearing almost out of thin air, "you outdid yourself today: bacon, eggs, sausage, and Belgium waffles. You must be really depressed bud."

"Sit," Reggie noted, before roughly placing his and Andre's plate along the dinning table, "and no I'm not. I just want you to stop walking around here and the hospital moping around like you're an orphan."

Andre pulled at the brim of his neon Orange Briefs and took a seat. Reggie had practically gotten used to him walking around, showing off his assets. His best friend was definitely eyecandy, but there had always been a brotherly line he'd never cross. Putting aside the thoughts plaguing his mind, and his best friend now staring at him with a bit of concern, Reggie dived into his plate and began shoving the food into his mouth. The crazy hours at the hospital had the pair moving so fast, he couldn't afford to daydream.

"I tried to go see Ku last night," Andre added through a mouthful of bacon, "but I was denied. I've been so worried about her."

"No offense to Ku, but I am too Dre. I mean, you're my best friend and you haven't asked if I'm okay."

"She's going through a psychological crisis, and you're having a tough time deciding whether or not you want to screw our boss; not on the same level my friend."

Although Andre's rambling held more than it's fair share of truth, to Reggie it felt like he was ripping a band-aid off. He sat back in his chair, guilt riddling his features.

"Reggie Stefan Simon, I never knew you to be so hung up on a guy. Come on, in med school this apartment was a zoo. I had all the chicken heads and you had all the monkeys. Now I can barely talk about a girl before you sound an alarm, and you are trying to fall for Prince Charming in scrubs; it's getting out of hand. If you want him go get him, and if you don't then keep your relationship professional."

"I'm thinking about transferring to Rowell's jurisdiction."

Andre laughed for a moment, but then shot right back, "And I'm thinking of joining One Direction, Zayn and my voice will sell out stadiums. Changing clothes isn't going to change the person. Those feelings you have will eat you up until you have fell so far that you can't be caught. Trust me man, just deal with this head on. Besides, whose going to give me foot rubs after lunch if you leave the Golden Five?"

"Fine, Andre, just freaking fine, I'll stay and deal with the problem head on. However, you owe me a back rub later."

Andre finished what was left on his plate, stood up, and said, "What are best friends for, massages and hand jobs."

Reggie looked towards him for a moment, eyes bulging, but his roommate simply smirked.

"It's a joke Reggie, but the face you're making right now is priceless."