"You ready yet, Freddifer?" I yell for my roommate to hurry it along. "You know that Carly Is waiting , and I don't wanna be late."
"I'm not going." He yells from his room.
"Oh, yes you are. I am not riding the train by myself." I run in and kick his door open. The room has only gotten worse. "I thought you were over all of this?"
"I just don't get it. I'm done trying." He's again moping in his room. "I'm done putting my heart out there to just get crushed."
"Hey, you're being a total nub." I go and sit down on the end of his bed. "CHARLIE HORSE!" I punch him in the back of the leg.
"What was that for?" He springs up. "If you're trying to cheer me up, that isn't really the way to do it."
"My abuse has many purposes, and this time you deserve it. " I smile as he sits up. "That girl—none of those girls—deserve you."
"Why do you care all of a sudden?"
"You're my roommate, and one of my oldest friends." I smirk, "Plus, if you keep moping, I don't get to go to Carly's and have all the party food. And we both know what would be a very big mistake."
He chuckles at me. Some things really don't change.
"If you could only see the things in yourself, that everyone else sees in you." I give a half-smile. "I know I give you a lot of crap, and you are a nub. But, you are a great person, who would lay down your life for a friend. You spend so much time telling everyone else how good they are, that you ignore the true goodness in yourself."
"Thanks, I think.
"So, get up, and we are going. I'm off of work all weekend; you don't have any more classes. We're staying at Carly's all weekend, and ringin in her 21st right."
"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot this was a whole weekend deal."
"Forget about all the stupid girls, they had their chance. You are a great guy, who gives everything, and gets spit on by vicious, uncaring girls." I lean in to hug him; I reach around grabbing his boxers, yanking them up. "Now, get dressed, we are gonna go out and enjoy ourselves. You are not going to sit in this room, and mope about this. You are going to go out, dance and party it up."
"You're right, Sam."
"Now, stop crying for that stupid girl, we are going out and having so fun. We gotta catch the train in 30 minutes, so hurry it up. I'll call Carly when we get on the train."
