Beached

Six: Fitz Linwood

I think I just asked him on a date. I mean I wouldn't mind if we did, but I just wanted to talk about what happened.

Ah, this is a wreck.

The next morning, I got up around 7. I really could not sleep at all last night. If I did, I would be in this dream I have. It was like the audio illusion where you think it's going down, but it's really the same pitch and the other one that you think it's going up (it's really the same pitch.) Then, my mother is there. She has sunken eyes and sounds like she's trying to speak, it's only coming out in high pitched screaming.

It was awful and weird. But, right now, I don't want to focus on the dream, I want to focus on getting ready.

My father was already at work, and the T.V. was still running downstairs. It was highlights of Mara's murder. They tried to interview her mother and father, but that's tomorrow. They're flying in the U.S. tonight.

I looked through my wardrobe looking for a shirt that won't look too formal and not too casual.

I settled on a light pastel blue t-shirt and dark blue jeans. I decided to leave at 8:20, so I can get there and not be panicking about being late.

When I got there, it was 8:30. I ordered a black coffee and waited for Benci. The waitress started to give me sympathetic looks when the clock reached 9:00. I didn't want to explain why I was there alone waiting.

Right at 9:29 did the door chime, it was Benci.

Benci rushed towards the table. He was wearing a black sweater that was rolled up to his elbows and black jeans.

"Hey, Fitz," Benci said. The waitress came over and asked him what he wanted.

He just asked for a black coffee as well.

"So, do you want to talk about it?" I tried to start a conversation. "I'm just fucking pissed at Cecil for running off. Why the fuck he did? I don't know." He answered.