"I'm leaving." The blonde putting on her ridiculously priced shoes stated. Did she think I cared? I didn't even know her name. "Logan did you hear me?" She asked again after I continued to lay motionless. Why should I bother to answer her, I'd never see her again.
"I had a fun time." She breathed annoyingly close to my ear, as she reached to hug me. It made me sick. I kept pretending to be passed out, just counting the minutes until she'd take the hint and leave.
The past two months I've stayed at home and shut myself away from everyone I cared about. I've sunk deeper and deeper into an unbearable depression. I stay intoxicated day and night. And I flip through my black book when I get lonely.
I let go of the best thing that had ever happened to me, that made me a better person. I was unbelievably selfish, and a complete jackass. I ruined everything.
The Blonde left three hours ago, I still haven't gotten out of bed. I hate myself for being so pathetic.
A few minutes passed of me just lying there and then there was a knock at my door. I had no intention of even moving until I heard strange, yet familiar sounds.
Knock, " Shall we serenade him through the door, Colin?" There was a loud bang, " Colin, you struck me!"
I got out of bed and drug myself to the door. I opened it to see a hurt, playful expression on Finn's face, and an annoyed look on Colin's.
"Ah, the awol man himself." Finn greeted me as he let himself in. " This place smells like death…and blondes." He helped himself into my fridge and helped himself to my cereal. He slumped down at my table and started chomping loudly on what wasn't supposed to be a crunchy cereal.
" Hello Logan." Colin greeted me, like a normal person. We did the typical male "clap/handshake/hug" and he entered my apartment. " I've tried calling you…you didn't answer." He sat down at the table next to Finn, a disgusted, yet affectionate look crossed his face as he watched Finn gorging on cereal. " Yeah…I've been busy." Colin, and normally oblivious Finn could both tell I was lying. " Busy with who?" Finn laughed in between mouths full of food. Colin slapped him on the arm for being insensitive, and he spat milk all over my table. He laughed and continued reading the back of the cereal box. "Well, what exactly have you been busy with? You don't have a job anymore, or at least that's what Mitchum told us." Colin directed at me while I gazed out the window, the word Mitchum snapped me back to reality and I walked over to the table and sat. " You talked to Mitchum?" They both kind of nodded, reluctant to admit it. " I bet he had a ton to say about my newfound disappointments." I hinted for information. "Well, he mentioned something along the lines of a meeting with his lawyer about a will…but other than that he said he was worried." Colin truthfully told me.
Mitchum…worried. I had never heard those two words in a sentence together unless it had to deal with the S&P 500. " What exactly did he say?" I was completely engrossed now; the thought of my father worried about me didn't make sense. There was some catch. I was sure. "Well," Colin continued, " he said that he was worried that you turned down your job in San Francisco to stay here, with no opportunity or future. And just lay around your apartment all day, making no money, being completely useless." Colin reluctantly let out. I could tell he felt awful; he stared at the milk on the table afraid and ashamed to look up. " I knew there was a catch," I looked down at Colin, " don't worry." I patted his arm. " I'll figure something out, I don't need Mitchum Huntzberger to make a living." Colin kept looking down. That was unusual for him. He would usually perk up at my sudden optimistic attitude, but now he was still. Like he still had something left to say. " That's not all." Colin kept going, like I knew he would. " He said that if you don't get on a plane to San Francisco in the next month, and take that job, he's taking away your apartment, cars, and you'll live at home, working directly under him." Colin dropped the bomb, a big one at that. "I can't take the job…I turned it down two months ago…they've got someone new by now." I came to a sad realization. That was probably one of the most pathetic moments of my life. I was sitting at my kitchen table in my boxers and t-shirt, with my two best friends, realizing that my life was even worse than the rock bottom it had been twenty minutes ago.