Here We Go Again

24: Do You Want To Meet My New Cat?

"That is why I think you're a dick," Wade finished, pointing the neck of his beer bottle at the man seated across from him. "And I mean, just look at yourself, dude."

"Hmm. Not bad," the man nodded. "You've got quite a good argument, kid."

"Thank you. Hey, uh, what's your name, by the way?"

"Scott. I was wondering when you'd ask. We have been talking for like twenty minutes," the man laughed. Wade shrugged.

"I just didn't really care up until now. Also, I know a Scott. He's kind of a nerd though. You, on the other hand? You're just a dick," Wade said with a smile. Scott laughed.

"Well, you know what Wade, I think you're a dick too," he said sweetly.

"Aw, really? Gosh, you're the best." Scott laughed and took a sip of his beer. Wade shifted awkwardly in his seat, preparing himself. "Can I ask you a, uh, personal question?" he asked quietly.

"Why do I wear the goggles?"

"No, but I want to know that too. My question is this.... Fuck, this is about to get weird. Sorry in advance." Scott nodded. "Okay, so, I almost died a few months ago and I was pretty much comatose for a week. My boyfriend never told me and he drank way too much alcohol that week. He told me a few days ago while he was drunk after his gay uncles' wedding, then we got into an argument the next day and I jumped off the roof. But I can't die so I was fine, obviously, and it's been three days since I last saw him and I'm not really sure what to do about it."  Wade watched Scott's face carefully, trying to gauge his reaction.

Scott's brow furrowed and he bit his bottom lip in thought. "Well, fuck. That's quite the shit show, huh?"

Wade sighed. "Yup."

"Damn. Well, I think you already know that the best thing to do is to go to his house and talk to him about it."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't know how to go about doing that, either."

"Maybe you should write him a letter."

"A letter? Like in the fuckin Notebook?"

"Yeah," Scott laughed, "kind of. But not as Ryan Gosling-y." Wade raised an eyebrow. "Just explain how you're feeling, why you're upset, shit like that."

"That sounds stupid." Scott nodded and downed the rest of his beer.

"Yeah, I guess it is. But it's a good way to get your thoughts out. It helps your organize your mind."

"You write a lot of dumb sappy letters in the past, huh?" Wade joked, leaning back in his seat and waving to get the attention of their waitress.

"Yeah, I've written quite a few in my day. I'm not kidding, it's a great way to understand your own mind. Trust me, kid."

"Must've had a pretty fucked up childhood," Wade commented, only half-joking. The waitress approached their table. "Can we get another round please?" Wade asked politely.

"Sure thing." She walked away and Wade turned his attention back to Scott.

"Yeah." Scott sighed and tapped his fingers on the table. "But everything's good now. I've got a fiancée, she's great, we're traveling, it's all good."

"Well that's good. Everyone deserves happiness."

"Yeah!" Getting back to the topic at hand, Scott said, "Which is exactly why you need to go up to your boyfriend- what's his name?"

"Peter."

"You need to go up to your boyfriend Peter and say–"

"He's my fiancé."