The Grind

Chapter 21

All my perpetual fretting over Tia's reaction to the news of my reconciliation with Colton was all for...well.... It was all 100% necessary. She yelled phrases such as "if you wanna let the asshole back in your bed, you can clean up the mess he's gonna make," and "what did the dickhead do to convince you?" Both valid, however brutally honest they may have seemed. I made up my mind not to push it on her just yet, but to tip-toe through the tulips, if you will, until she warmed up to him. The two of them were quite similar in more ways than one, so they were bound to fall into at least a civil relationship sooner or later. Or, there unpredictable, combusting similarities would eventually just explode like the boom of a nuke.

As for progression on the Ritter/Elliott home front, things were moving along nicely. We were back to our morning coffee routine at The Grind, and our running schedule had been carefully decided for Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. One of those particular Sunday workouts had navigated us to the new home Colton had purchased as of late, so he could give me the tour. He'd met me at my apartment that morning, carless, but I hadn't considered where he'd began his run from.

He'd moved in a little over 5 months ago, and judging at first glances the deposit was heavy for a place like this. The brick front, two story structure must have been newly built on the street because the miniscule grassy path he did have in his side yard, was just ever so slightly sprouting from the clumpy, muddy surface. He led me up a black painted front porch through the front door, seemingly eager to show off his purchase from a successful years earnings.

"Home sweet home. Here we are!" He remarked before breaking the plain into his den. "Whatddya think?"

I thought it wasn't the place I pictured him in, for starters. Not in pessimistic manner or anything, the space was merely more modern, and suburban for what I imagined his quarters to be like. The cabinets of a kitchen just to the right of the main entrance, were bright white, and stealthy black appliances accentuated more bleach white on the walls. Upon trailing deeper into the area, we entered a hardwood floor living room, where the navy of his leather couch shined under the natural light blazing in from a large window.

"It's super nice, Colt! You keep it so... clean." Seriously, there wasn't a stich of the rug out of place. No molding take-out boxes on his countertops, or discarded shoes strung wildly about.

"Give it time," he pointed at me with a wide smile. "I ain't been here long enough to destroy it yet."

"Don't expect me to come over and clean the place, mister. This girl is no maid," I said overlapping my arms in a forewarning.

"You could be. Hey, we could get you one of those little outfits and everything," Colton said wagging his eyebrows in suggestion. "I'm gonna go shower real quick, then we'll take the bike back to your apartment. Just hang out here, and give me 20. Unless of course, you'd like the tour of my shower too.."

Okay, yes please! I need to get a good luck at the tub. Inspect the plumbing, and the drains or whatever..

"I don't have a change of clean clothes, silly. But, you get all squeaky clean, then I'll take you on the tour of my new place. The bedroom is to die for..." He dropped his head back in a cantankerous huff as if I was torturing him for my own pleasure.

While he left me unsupervised, fidgeting on the couch, I decided some friendly, not at all psychotic girlfriend snooping would be harmless. Wandering aimlessly in my sock feet about the sitting area and kitchenette, something in particular sparked my interest plastered on the double doors of his refrigerator. In carefully executed newspaper snippets, were all of my published works from the last three years held up on display by small, coinlike magnets. One piece I'd written on an injured All-American local boy who had withdrawn his commitment to Pitt due to apparent substance issues. Various tidbits from the usual Steelers coverage, and my article from his fight with Mendez.