Chapter Nine

The sun shined through the blinds and onto Keady's eyes. She blinked and opened her eyes, noticing that this was not her flat and she was sleeping on a very uncomfortable couch.

"Morning." Greg put a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table in front of Keady while she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Morning. Um ... what am I doing here?"

"Oh, please don't make me explain it, Keady. Please."

"No. I remember Ryan ..." her heart sank as she said his name but she ignored the nagging anger that was settling inside her. "I mean, I thought you hated me. We ... we were angry with each other. ... well. You were angry at me. For a reason I guess, too. Greg I am so sorry. I really am. I shouldn't have anything it really was just my opinion and it's none of my business who you date and -"

"She left."

"-you were just so great with everyone who I've gone out with without any problems and you keep your opinions to yourself and-"

"Keady..."

"-I really value your friendship-"

"Keady!"

"-I don't want to lose you as a friend, Greg, and-"

"KEADY."

"-I mean I love you- WHAT GREG! I'm professing my friendship to you and all you can do is-"

"Listen to me. Stacy left."

Keady's eyes widened. She was actually really surprised.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Last night when I got home, I found this on the counter."

He handed her a note which was written in curvy girl writing. None other than Stacy's. She sighed as she read it.

Greg

I'm sorry. I can't be with you anymore. Please don't make me explain.

And please, don't make a big deal over me.

I really do love you, though.

Stacy

"Greg. I'm sorry. I know how much you loved her." When she said it she was surprised at how serious she actually was. She hated to see her best friend's heart broken basically right in front of her eyes.

"Yeah ..."

She noticed the sadness in his eyes, it was awful. "You ok?"

"I'll be fine. I mean ... now I have more time to oogle over you!"

Keady smiled as he said it. She knew he was just kidding, but it sat well with her. Knowing that Greg would be ok, knowing that she would be ok. He was still the same old Greg, goofy and always joking. And on the worst week of their lives.

"So. You wanna catch a movie? Or something?"

She looked at him over her cup. He was leaning against the armchair, still just in his pajama bottoms, with the sun from the sunset behind him illuminating his silhouette.

"How's about we get some breakfast? Any 24 hour things around your place?"

"Other than my place?" he winked, she laughed. "It's Vegas. Of course there is."

"Ok. Just let me get cleaned up?"

She walked into his bathroom and took out his mouthwash and hair brush. Brushing threw the knots in her hair, washing her face and making sure her breath smelt ok, she walked back into the living room, where Greg was watching a rerun of Beverly Hills, 90210 in his classic get up of a t-shirt and old pair of jeans.

"Wow. Did not expect you of all people to be watching this."

"Well, you got me hooked. And it's a nice plus that Valerie is smokin' hott."

"Pfft. Whatever. You ready? I'm starving ..." she slipped on her shoes and jacket and grabbed her bag.

"You bet I am."