... why I feel this way
He was lying on the couch in his brother's appartment. Chris had gone out, again, as every night and suddenly Tommy felt bad for him.
There was nobody who cared that he slept with a different girl every night. Nobody was waiting for him at home.
He knew that he did not want to end up like this. He knew that there was somewhere that girl, that would make him happy.
He knew that there must be the girl that could entertain his brother for a longer time.
A sigh escaped his lips, when he realized that Chris had thought that he had found the one too.
Whenever he had been in College he had been crazy about a girl and Tommy had never seen him that happy, but she finally broke his heart, doing the same thing Portia had done to him, but he realized, that Portia had not been the one for him, because he was not devastated, sure he was sad and hurt, but it was not killing him, not the way it had been killing Chris back than.
He decided to turn the TV on, zapping through the various channels. Making the room glow in different colours each time he changed it.
He did not know what he was looking for, but for some reason ended up on a music channel. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling watching the colour change over and over again, listening to the music, but not really hearing the lyrics.
He would not have realized that the noise he heard was his ringtone, if his phone was not vibrating too.
He got it out of his pocket smiling when he realized that it was not Portia who was trying to call him again. But then his face dropped, there was probably something wrong with either her or the car and that was the reason why she was calling... why else would she call him...
