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Greg Sanders walk down the hall of his apartment complex, he could here the sounds of the early risers, coffee pots, alarms and other morning sounds marking a new day for most. He, on the other hand was at the end of his day, and eager for sleep.
It had been a long night or rather afternoon through night, at the Las Vegas crime lab. He had gotten called in early to cover a triple with the rest of the graveyard shift because days and swing were already working.
'Yeah' thought Greg, 'Just another normal night.'
Unfortunately the night or day as it now was, was not over for a very tired Greg.
His brown apartment door was slightly open.
"Great, just great." muttered Greg as he carefully pushed open the door.
Greg stayed in the door was as he surveyed his living room, nothing was out of place. His TV and other electronics were still there and the furniture was in its usual place, Greg moved farther into the room and turned to look over the counter into his kitchen, again nothing appeared to be disturbed. Dishes were still in the drain, the drawers were closed and his mail was still of to one side. Maybe he had no closed it right when he left the previous afternoon.
The thought was unlikely though because even in his sleepiest of states he had remembered to lock the door properly.
No, he has defiantly closed and locked his door that afternoon.
Greg continued to move farther into the apartment down the hall to his bedroom.
The door to the room was half closed. Greg swallowed as he tried to move quietly into the room.
As Greg looked into the room he sighed at the sight of the person standing over a suitcase perched on the bed.
The tall man with shiny black hair and brilliant emerald green eyes looked up and smiled warmly at him, "Hey Angel."
"Adam." Greg said surprised at the presents of his best friend, Adam Reese.
Adam stepped around the bed his eyes shining and engulfed Greg in a warm hug whispering. "I missed you."
Greg closed his eyes, whispered back, "I missed you too."
They stood there for a minuet holding each other until Adam stepped back and smiled at Greg again.
Greg smiled sleepily back happy to see his best and oldest friend, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" he asked curiously sitting on the bed watching Adam.
"Oh I just thought I'd surprise you for your birthday." replied Adam as he resumed unpacking, finding what ever space he could in Greg's closet and dresser.
"My birthday?" questioned Greg frowning and mentally trying to figure out the date.
"Yeah, Hun." said Adam giving him a confused look, "It's on Saturday."
Greg's face was over come with a look of realization, "Oh, I guess I forgot. I've been busy lately."
Smiling Adam sighed shaking his head, "Only you Greg."
"Since you here," said Greg from his place on the bed, "Is there any way I could con you into making me some of you famous chocolate chip pancakes?"
Adam laughed, "Oh Angel you didn't miss me only my mad cooking skills."
"That's not true," retorted Greg, "I always miss my best friend."
"I know Angel I'm only joking with you. Go take a shower and I'll make breakfast." Adam said gently pushed Greg in the direction of the bathroom.
Greg smiled as he showered. He hadn't seen Adam in almost six months. Way, way too long. Adam and him had know each other since high school. Well they had been much more than just friends in high school. So much more. Sadly when the time came for college they went their separate ways. When their first long break came around they found that being only a few blocks apart they could no longer not see each other. So they had met and agreed to be friends. Best friends.
An moody teenage Greg Sanders followed the office secretary down the hall of his new school. Greg wasn't happy to be here. He hadn't liked his other high school which he had transferred from just a month in his freshman year. But that didn't mean he was going to like this school. Besides the only reason his mother let him transfer was because she had heard of fights that had happened.
Greg barely heard the secretary introduce him to his homeroom teacher or to the rest of the class. He simply sulked to his seat in the back near the window.
After the teacher took attendance a boy in the seat next to Greg started to talk to him, "Hi, I'm Adam."
The kid had a smile on his face that both annoyed Greg and made his stomach flutter.
"Hi." replied Greg before turning back to the window.
So my plan is to actually finish this story, but no promises. So what you can expect(hopefully) is more flashbacks, longer chapters, and more about Adam and Greg. Review.