Pizza & Wings

2 Bored

Avi

I was sitting at home, looking over at my guitar and wondering why I hadn't picked it up yet. I was alone and uncomfortable in my own home. It was awkward. I was alone. I hadn't really been alone since we came home from the mountains. She was always just a phone call or a text away. Not anymore. She had gone to New York on assignment to cover a musical on Broadway. I wanted to go with her, but I had studio work, lots of it. So I was stuck, at home, bored out of my mind with my girlfriend heavy on it. Twitter was boring, the TV was boring, music was boring. I was truly bored. Thankfully the project was done. No more late nights, no more early mornings. I could finally relax and the one person I wanted to do it with I couldn't. I was on the verge of throwing a colossal fit. I just wanted to be where she was. I looked at the clock. She should be in the middle of the interview, so I couldn't call her and if she accidentally forgot to silence her phone, which happened all the time, once at the studio, then it would be bad for me to message her too. Then she and a friend were going to the show. No time to call. I looked at my phone longingly and set it down on the table next to the couch.

I'm Not a big fan of musicals, but I would have gone just to watch her face light up. She loved everything musical, everything music, which made our relationship pretty damn solid since music was my first love and she was my first real love beyond it.

My mind eventually drifted to Brad and all the stupid shit we usually did together. I hadn't seen him in quite awhile, between work and girlfriends we were both pretty busy. It was probably time for dinner at someone's house. I hoped he wasn't busy. A boys' night out would take my mind off my need to be where I couldn't. I grabbed my phone to message him, but my mother called me just as I was getting ready to send him a text. We chatted for a while about various things then hung up. I snapped off a text to Brad and waited for his answer. Fifteen boring ass minutes later I was still staring at my guitar when my phone rang.

"Yo, man. What's up" Brad asked without saying hello.

"Not much. You?"

"Nothing. My girl decided she didn't want to be my girl tonight."

"I'm sorry." I felt really bad for him but didn't know what else to say. His breakup meant party time for us to drown his sorrows though, it worked.

"Oh! No, we are still dating. She meant that I needed to hang out with my guy friends. Your girl is out of town. Let's go shoot some pool. Then grab some pizza and wings and come back here, get drunk off our asses and pass the fuck out like we used to."

"Oh! Good, good. Yeah. I'm down. But as I recall that usually landed us in the kind of trouble, not single guys don't get into."

"Yeah no, we are not doing any of that shit. How is work at the studio?"

"Dude, I'd rather not talk about it. I'll be over in a bit."

I hung up the phone before he had a chance to go on. I showered, got ready to go and headed out to Brad's place. I was more than ready for some relaxation and bro time. It would make a good distraction and I could talk to him about somethings I couldn't talk to Marissa, Noah, or Frank about just yet. I had never been more stressed in all of my life then I was that week or so. It was time to cut loose. But not too loose. I had the world's best girlfriend. I had no intentions of screwing that up by being stupid.

I got to Brad's place and was welcomed with a big bro hug. "You good man?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You seem a little off."

I headed straight for the kitchen, with a glass in my hand and the water running I turned to him and asked him what he meant. He explained that I seemed off and he couldn't quite put a finger on what exactly that was. I turned off the water after filling my glass and walked over to his couch.