Beautiful Apparation (Tony Perry FF)

three

"You're a selfish asshole! You never think of anyone but yourself Kyle!" I screamed at my brother.

This was happening again. He never listens to me. I know he knows right from wrong, he always prefers wrong.

"I'm selfish," he scoffed. "You're the one going to San Diego leaving Mom to fend for herself."

"At least I'm doing something with my life. What the hell have you been doing? Last time I checked being a drug dealing pothead isn't productive at all."

"You know what? Fuck you Audrey. All you ever did was criticize me."

"I tried to fix you, but you always denied me. Just leave! I hate you."

I shot up from my bed and sighed, stupid nightmares. That was more of a memory actually. I still can't believe the last words I ever said to my brother were 'I hate you.' Of course it meant nothing, but he believed it. I know he did.

My counselor used to tell me to never leave off on a bad note with someone, no matter what. Because honestly, you never know if they'll be there the next day. That lesson was well learned. To this day it's still hard for me to say goodbye. I have to make sure that everything is good between me and that person before I walk away.

Daryl began to bark and I glanced at the clock, 8:30 AM. Is this dog crazy? Maybe it's a sign for me to finally put together this bed frame.

I got up and grabbed the instructions from my dresser. This was already confusing as hell. When I had first bought this Kyle was the one to put it together for me. I scratched my head, trying to come up with a solution, then a lightbulb went off.

I wonder if Vic is busy. It'd be cool if he could just come and put this together for me. Is that asking for too much? Fuck it.

I exited the house, going next door. I knocked on his door three times. After waiting five minutes for Vic to answer, I figured he wasn't home. Just my luck.

When I turned to leave, I noticed Tony walking over. So this dude wasn't lying when he said he came here often. He wore the same clothing from the other day, but I didn't question it.

"Hey, looking for Vic?" He asked.

"Um, yea. Do you have any idea where he's at?"

"Out with his wife. He wanted me to come over to make sure the door was locked." He moved swiftly past me and tried to turn the knob, nothing.

"Are you busy?" I blurted out.

"Hardly ever, why?"

"I was wondering if you'd want to help me set up my bed frame? I know it doesn't sound too fun but I'm clueless when it comes to putting things together."

Literally and mentally.

He chuckled, "It's no problem."

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"Finished!" I heard Tony yell from my room. I was currently in the kitchen, placing utensils and things of that sort away.

I helped with the first part of the frame but realized I was just slowing him down.

I stopped what I was doing and entered the room. Like Tony said, it truly was finished. He even put my mattress upon it. My first instinct is to fall backwards on it. I owe this guy big time.

Tony chuckled following after me.

"You're a life saver," I sighed looking the the ceiling. It looked so boring and bland. "Do you think I should put glow in the dark stars on the ceiling?" I used to have about one-hundred at my old home. Space and the ocean have always been interests of mine.

"That'd be a cool touch. Maybe you could even put some Christmas lights all around the room. Make it all Tumblr-y."

"Nice idea." I smiled looking over at him to see that he was already smiling at me.

The guy had a very attractive smile, I can admit that to myself. I noticed the hair that escaped his hat. It's rare I see a guy with long hair, or guys that can actually pull it off. Jared Leto though? No question about it.

"Aren't you hot in that hat?" I laughed.

"Yes, I'm very hot in this hat," he winked sitting up.

I rolled my eyes, getting up next to him.

"Well if you're so 'hot' then take it off," I insisted.

He chuckled before doing so. His hair looked healthier than mine, story of my life. He combed it with his fingers, letting out a sigh. Tony can definitely pull it off.

"It's time for me to go," he said.

"So soon? I finally got my TV set up. We could watch Netflix, have a beer?"

I don't know why I was being so pushy. He's a cool person to have around. We can carry on a conversation without it getting awkward. Plus, being here with just Daryl made me feel lonely.

"Sounds like you're asking me on a date," he winked making my face go red.

"It doesn't have to be. Why can't it be two acquaintances enjoying each other's company?"

"You have your dog, don't ya?"

"Well there's a difference between talking to my dog and a human being. You can respond and I'd know exactly what you're talking about. Daryl on the other hand is a mystery."

"Do you like mysteries?" He asked.

"I only hate them when I'm the one who has to figure it out."

"I'll stay."

"Really? You know I was just messing with you." Not really.

"That might be true, but I want to stay. Judging by the dog's name, you must be a Walking Dead fan."

"Hell yea," I smirked getting up to turn on the TV.

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By the time our TWD marathon ended it was already dark. Tony got up from the bed and rubbed his eyes.

"Sleep well tonight," he said before leaving my room.

I hope he isn't driving back to his place. We drank around five beers each and I'm pretty buzzed. Maybe his body can take it better than mine.

As soon as I hear the front door shut, Daryl runs to my room and hops on the bed.

"Where the hell have you been?" I laughed before scratching his head.

He didn't give any response, just sat there staring at the door intensely.

"You're crazy dog."

I turned off the light and TV before resting my eyes. Tomorrow would be my first day of work.

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