AN: Hey guys, it's been awhile and I apologize for that. I was on vacation, successfully broke my laptop (and have now done it AGAIN) and with school starting it's been a little crazy. Hopefully I can get the next (possibly final) chapter of Ghost up very soon. I had a terrible case of writers block until this rainy Friday afternoon. But I'm back on the map ) enjoy. This is written as if it were the boys night off.
Rain Splatters on the street, surrounding me, soaking me to the bone. Black Converse Sneakers pounding the ground in a steady cadence. I don't know what it is about Friday's, but suddenly I'm bombarded with the weight of the week.
The rain is cleansing, the rush of blood relieving. Eight times around the high school track, 2 miles. Every Friday night I'm here, I am always alone. I was never athletic, more of a geek really, but I've always loved to run. I never did track, but sometime my junior year of high school I started coming out to the track after the sun had set. When the world was just too much to handle this is where I was.
My chest hurts, my legs are sore, and I'm going to have trouble rolling out of bed tomorrow, even if it is my day off. The melody of the rain is soothing, an erratic addition to the pounding on the pavement. I let my thoughts take off, a few more laps and I'll head home. I reach the straight heading away from the parking lot, lost in thought I don't hear a car pull in, or the beeping as it's locked.
I round the next corner and slow my pace. I see a figure, male, approaching the field.
"Greggo, that you?" I smile.
"Yeah, babe, it's me."
"It's one o'clock in the morning, what are you doing out here?"
I halt my run as I reach Nick, "I'm running." I state blankly.
He sighs, exasperated, "I see that, It's pouring G, You need to come home. I don't understand how you can see anything out here anyway."
I chuckle a little; you think working night shift would make him use to the dark. "I'm use to the track Nicky, it's the closest to the apartment; I've been coming here since we moved in."
"Okay, Okay, will you come home, please? There's a pot of your Blue Hawaiian brewing."
"A man after my own heart," I say sarcastically, and then as an after thought, "or is it something else your after."
He laughs and I join in, at this point were both soaked, and thunder is rumbling in the distance. He swings his arm around my shoulders as we head back to his truck.
"So," I ask, "What took you so long to come find me?"
"You always come here Friday nights, but your usually home by 12:30, I was worried."
I smiled, the simplicity of this moment settling itself into my heart.
"I love you Nicky."
"I love you too G."