"Okay...", Zylen says "this is awkward " he adds.
"Just one question...Why are we having a meeting in the ladies public restrooms?" Quinton asks slightly annoyed.Well, I don't really care that I pulled all four of these men,who drive me crazy,in thi...
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A/N: Okay so this is Nick Taylor. Hope you enjoy the story.
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Nick's POV
12:30 pm
When tomorrow comes I'll be on my own Drinking wine and juice With a lil brandy When tomorrow comes When tomorrow comes When tomorrow comes...
"Dang, my voice sounds so good!", I compliment myself even though I know I sang in a terrible high pitched voice. But I still enjoy singing and I was singing to no one in particular, just to myself as I walk down the streets of this beautiful city.
I turn the corner on the usual route I take at this time. I wait for Bob, a beggar and a good friend of mine, to appear from the side alley, today I've brought him a good cheese sandwich;twenty bucks and some piece of cake. Today I remembered that it's his birthday and the least I could do was bring him something special.
"Hey Bob, happy birthday, how you doing man!?", I greet him genuinely happy.
"Great man, thanks!",he says grinning at me, showing me all his browny whites and looking very content with I've brought him. "Hey Nick, I heard you singing about brandy, did you bring me some?",he asks me with hope filling his eyes.
I chuckle slightly.
"Nope, I was just singing...c'mon man, you know me. I don't drink remember?", I tell him with arched brows and he laughs at me richly, sounding very scary if you could ask me how it sounds.
"Man, you make me laugh everyday Nick, no wonder you're such a good friend of mine. I love you man!", Bob says with glimmering eyes.
"I love you too Bob,but I have bad news.", I say with my eyes fixed on the concrete floor.
"What is it?", Bob questions,his happy facial expression now replaced with a worried one. I avert my eyes from the floor and look elsewhere.
"I lost my job, so that means I won't be able to come around anymore. I'm sorry man!", I tell him feeling ashamed of what I did back at work. Now I have only six months of surviving with the money I have left,until than I should already have a new job.Bob steps forward and clears his throat to gain my attention, I look at him and he smiles a small smile.
"Welcome to the club, man!",he tries to joke, but I don't laugh and he steps back with a serious facial expression. I know that he feels my pain and I know for a fact that he's not willing to let me go.
"So I guess this is goodbye.", I say, hoping he would accept it.
Bob doesn't say anything back, but instead walks away, going back to where he came from. Before that I didn't miss the tears that formed in his eyes. He's terribly upset...
