It was about noon by the time I finally rolled out bed.
Nick was outside chopping wood, filling bird feeders. Being his usual busybody self.
I brushed my teeth and had a cup of coffee and stepped outside into the once again, freezing cold air.
"Nick?" I yelled across the property.
He poked his head around the corner of the massive wood pile he had created on the porch.
"Hi Flynn-da-Lin" he smiled.
"Don't ever call me that again" I mocked.
"Okay, how about Fiddler Flynn?" He laughed, throwing his last log onto the pile.
I shot him a nasty look.
"Flynn the Eskimo? Like that old Bob Dylan song? Quinn the Eskimo?" He was not amusing me. Not enough coffee, not awake enough.
"Nick the prick?" I shot.
"Hey! You liked it last ni-" He got cut off by a mail truck bouncing down the rutted, snowy driveway. Lucky.
An older man emerged from the cab of the mail truck. He work a large reflective strap that had the words DEAF on them.
He waved and placed the stack of mail on the front porch and backed out of the driveway.
"Seriously? A deaf mailman?" Nick whispered.
"He's deaf, why are you w-w-whispering?" I stuttered.
"I love you, and your adorable stutter, Eskimo" he couldn't let the nicknames go.
We walked back inside and i started flipping through the mountain of mail. About half way through was a letter from Dawson Towing.
Mr.Nick Nolan and Mr.Flynn English
It is my pleasure to welcome you to our company. Please expect an expedited letter soon with your schedules. Please tune into our over the air meeting, channel two. Monday at 7pm.
Jane and Andrea
Dawson Creek Recovery And Towing LLC
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It was now Wednesday; our first day of work.
We walked into the building and found Jane; still as mysterious and intimidating as ever.
She called in a driver, a tall, slightly overweight man in his late 40s.
"Ricardo, this is Nick and Flynn. Our additions from across town I was telling you about." We both stood to shake his hand.
"Flynn, that's my sons name!" He laughed, showing his yellowed, nicotine colored teeth.
"Nick, you'll be taking Ricardo with you." She said firmly, throwing a set of keys to him.
He had cat like reflexes, he caught these flying keys out of mid air.
"Good catch, now go." She said, a wry smile on her face.
"As for you.." she began.
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What I Left Behind (boyxboy)
Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] Flynn, 22, leaves his home in the city and heads north; He finds the boy he left back in high school, the one who haunted him for years. Nick Nolan. Picking up where they left off all those years ago; things seem happy and life seem...
