"Oh god Susan, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I apologise.
"Yeah, yeah. Tell it to my lawyer!" She chuckles, "I'm fine Carter." She walks with me to the lounge to grab some coffee,
"So, how's it going?" She asks. I can't help but smile,
"Yeah, yeah it's good."
"You see the guy in curtain one?" The guy in curtain one? It finally clicks,
"The dislocated shoulder? Not yet." I sit in one of the chairs in the lounge. I feel so restless. I can't wait until tonight. Pathetic? Probably, but I haven't seen much of Abby for the past few weeks. Things have been weird, especially when I started dating Susan. I look at her now and wonder what the hell I was thinking. She's great, yeah, but I didn't like her that way. She's more like a big sister really. I just started dating her to help me stop thinking about Abby. Although, it didn't really help.
"What time do you finish?" She asks.
"Two. You?" Oh that rhymes! Boy am I sad!
"I'm on 'til six. Wanna grab something to eat later?" The grin reappears on my face.
"Um...actually I already have plans." I can't contain how happy I am right now. Who exactly gets this excited over dinner?
"Oh okay." She shrugs. Seeing my smile, she matches it, "So what you up to?"
"I'm having dinner with Abby," I say an nonchalantly as possible. Her smile widens,
"Oh." I see the look in her eye and know what she'd thinking,
"We're just gonna catch up. It's not like that." Even I don't believe it. This means so much more to me that catching up.
"Why not?"
"'Cause it's Abby. She's my best friend..."
"Yeah, who you happen to be in love with." I try to glare at her but fail miserabley. She just smiles even more, "Come on. This is the perfect opportunity for you to tell her." Yeah thanks! The thought had crossed my mind. But we're just starting to be okay again. I don't want to risk it.
"I just...don't want to lose her." I explain.
"Trust me Carter. Tell her how you feel. Her response might surprise you." My head snaps up at this,
"Has she said something to you?" I ask hopefully. Maybe, there is a chance.
"She doesn't have to. It's obvious. You'd have to be blind or, in your case, stupid not to notice." She laughs.
"Gee thanks," I mutter sacastically. She sure knows how to make a guy feel better. She stands and heads to the door, throwing her cup into the bin,
"Tell her." She orders. Maybe she's right. I smile. Yeah, maybe she's right.
A/N: And so it continues...
~Theresa