Note: This was another original story I wrote for fictionpress last year, so I'm deciding to give this fanfic version a shot and see how much you all like it. Enjoy!

Potsie Webber opened his closet door. Since Thanksgiving was just around the corner, it was starting to bring in cold weather, so it is time for winter jackets. He wanted to take a short walk. He hadn't picked up his mail yet today, so now seemed to be the right time to just that.

He grabbed his mailbox keys and headed out of the door. Today was only in the high thirties and early forties, but it was cold enough. His white hair was nice as it usually was. He'd recently had a haircut. Once he reached the mailbox, Potsie somehow dropped his key before opening the mailbox, so he bent down to pick it up.

He'd been living in a neighborhood full of old people like himself here in Chicago, Illinois. He'd lived in Chicago for half of his entire sixty – eight years and thought his children would be raised here as well. His children were adults, so that meant both of them were living on their own. He's been a widower for a few years now, so it can be lonely sometimes.

Once Potsie grabbed out his mail, he took his keys out and slammed the small door. The mail was always the same: bills to pay and a lot of junk mail to go along with it. Potsie thought he'd run home since it was getting breezy. At least jogging was a good idea since you can warm up when a breeze such as this in the cold weather.

At sixty – eight years of his life, he was still active for getting involved in events. His health was still good, but at this old age, he can't really jog much anymore as if he used to. The doctor said to him since he was elderly, it was a good idea not to jog and run because he didn't want him to break any bones.

Potise didn't have any plans to be with anyone tonight, so he thought it was a good idea to spend some time sitting on the living room couch and watch a movie or two. He got into his house when he had been in worse weather such as snow, so he always made a fire. It was still early to make a fire because there hadn't been any snow yet.

He was out of breath after his jog back home. Since it was freezing outside, he decided to make some coffee for himself. Potsie did just that. On cold and winter days, coffee was always a perfect time of the day to warm you up. The telephone in the kitchen began to ring. He wasn't expecting any phone calls at all today. It was also the only telephone call he'd had.

"Hello?" Potsie said as he took his coffee out of the coffee pot.

"Hello, Dad."

"Amy! How have you been?" Potsie asked his oldest child.

"I'm just doing fine, Dad. You sound out of breath today."

"Well, I am. It's quite a breeze right now, so I had to jog home to warm up," Potsie replied.

"Oh. What are you planning to do this evening?" Amy asked.

"I was just going to sit on the couch and watch a movie on television," Potsie answered.

"Would you like to have some company? Justin and I would like that."

"You don't need to come over, Amy."

"Oh," was all Amy could think of to say.

Amy is thirty-six, so she didn't want to live in Potsie's house anymore. She lived in town. Even her thirty – two – year – old brother also lived on his own.

"Have you spoken to Justin recently?" Potsie asked his daughter.

"Yes, Dad. We talked on the telephone earlier today. He was thinking we take you out for breakfast or dinner someday. We haven't eaten out lately," Amy told him.

"That's very thoughtful of you. We could go out to breakfast later tonight and tell you what time we could pick you up."

"All right. Talk to you later."

That's when the conversation ended. Now it was time to have his quality time to himself for the evening. Moreover, he did just that.

Potsie really enjoyed the quality time to himself that night. Even though Amy wanted to keep him company so he wouldn't be lonely, but he did just fine. He appreciated Amy's offer, but maybe next time Amy and Justin could join him. He knew Justin would keep in touch with him whenever he can. And the time Potsie looked at the clock on the grandfather clock: 10:57 PM. He did forget how fast time went by. At 10:50, Potsie turned the television off and the light.

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Potsie even slept late the next day, He felt refreshed after his enjoyment from last night's movie. When Justin and Amy come home next time, they could rent a movie. Family movie night was always fun unless somebody gets to come down with something, such as a cold or flu, and they had to cancel.

Potsie hadn't been feeling lonely. It was a good thing because he always tried to find something to do. He hadn't figured out what made Amy think he would be lonely because he is a widower. In the beginning, when her husband, Lester died, she was very lonely. Now she'd gotten better since. But somehow that was probably why Amy thought that. She began to think about his mother, Rose, who happened to be one hundred six. It's also been a while since he last saw her.

He wasn't like many people today his age who have a cell phone or text message. He preferred being stuck in old school days. He isn't on social media either, but Amy and Justin do. He also thought about his younger sister, Jacqueline. Today seemed like a good idea to give Jacqueline a call and be caught up. That's exactly what Potsie did.

He called Jacqueline, who lived in Denver, Colorado. They were planning to get together for Thanksgiving and Christmas as well. His sister wasn't home, so all Potsie did was leave a message for his sister to call back whenever she can.

"Hi, Sis. I've been thinking about you today. Hope you are doing well. Talk to you soon."

That's when he hung up.

Once Potsie called his sister and hang up, he was about to hang up the phone in the receiver. Before he did that, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dad. I heard about last night," Justin greeted Potsie.

"Hello, Justin. What did Amy tell you about last night?" he asked him.

"She told me what you planned on doing was watch a movie. She somehow had that feeling you'd be lonely last night."

"But I wasn't lonely at all, Justin. How have you been doing?"

"Fine. I might go to the gym later. How do you feel about bowling with us someday?"

"Let me think about it, Justin. Amy wanted to do lunch sometime soon. I'll let you know when the time gets closer."

"Sounds like a good plan to me, Dad. What did you watch last night?" asked Justin.

"Viva Las Vegas. It starred Elvis Presley and Ann Margaret. She was always my favorite back then. She was good in the movie. Are you and Amy planning to get together anytime soon?"

"What time do you plan to leave?" Potsie asked.

"Amy told me she was doing the driving this time. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, I am. You can pick me up a little before twelve."

"Will do. We'll be at your house at eleven – thirty. Is that too early for you?"

"That sounds perfect, Justin. See you soon."

That was the end of conversation.