Part 3.
"Carter, my man, what the hell are you doing at three-thirty in the morning?" asked Dave as he entered the kitchen to find Carter sitting at the table, a cup of strong coffie on the table and his head in his hands.
"It's three-thirty?"
"Yup- wah, man you look like shit!"
"Thanks Dave you really know how to make a man feel good." said Carter standing up and stretching as Dave got himself a cup.
"Dave's counseling, at you service." said Dave, sitting down at the table, trying to look as serious as he could at three-thirtyfive in the morning.
"Huh?"
"Like I just said man, you look like something the cow dragged in."
"So?"
"So that means there's something on your mind. Is it Work?"
"No."
"Is it Abby?"
"No, Dave, will you quit with the twenty questions?"
"Not until I get some beef man, all your giving me is scrambled eggs."
"Is it, you know..." asked Dave a naughty smile on his face.
"Who?"
"Well, YOU know!"
"Know WHAT, Dave?" asked Carter, getting annoyed.
"Is. It. Jing-mei??" said Dave as slowly as if Carter was only five or six years old.
"Why would you think that?" asked Carter, wondering where Dave was going with that question.
If he was to tell the truth, It would be a yes. However, Carter didn't want to let out that bit of information
"Because you came home from a date looking positively confused, you actually LET me into your apartment and here you are awake four hours before your shift."
"So?"
"So?!? Carter. Look. Will you just fucking tell me!" said Dave a loudly as he could without waking the neighbors.
"Dave, I don't know what to tell you." lied Carter, looking at the tiled kitchen floor. Funny. He never noticed the tiny coffie stain in the little corner by the stove.
"Man, if you don't wanna tell me, fine. But I'll suss it out of Abby either way."
"What makes you think she'll tell you anything?" asked Carter looking up.
"Worth trying. Cool radio man.." said Dave as he had found a portable radio on the counter.
Turning on the radio station, a Valentines Day message read out:
"Remember folks, Valentines is on the way - if you want to get your loved one something special now's the time. Just call...." Carter reached over and turned it off.
"Shit man. Again, alone."
"Know what you mean." said John getting even more depressed.
"That's why you have to tell her."
"Huh?"
"Tell her you love her." said Dave logically.
"Tell whom?" asked Carter, utterly confused as to where Dave was getting at.
He hadn't told Dave about the kiss... did he? 'Man, I wish I was paying more attention as to what I was saying.'
"Deb, Jing-mei, Chen, chicky babe- what ever you want to call her Carter."
"How, how would you- you know?!?" exclaimed John. 'I did tell him! Now I am really a dick head. Shit!'
"Know? Know what Carter - ahhh see! I was right all along, you do have something fishy going on with Chen, and now your gonna explain...." said Dave, glad that his little trick of reverse physiology had worked.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Now I really don't know what to do." said Carter starting blankly into his fourth cup of coffie.
"You have to talk to her, man. You know, ask her out."
"Who said I had to ask her out?"
"It's what's called tradition Carter." said Dave, a look on his face which said, 'Where have you been?'
"Huh? the last time I had a date, there was..." said Carter, confused. Since when were there rules?
"Carter my man, when was the last time you had a date?"
"Well, ah... "
"See? You'll just have to listen and use my wisdom on women wisely..."
"Carter, where are we going?" asked Dave from the backseat of John's jeep on their way to County.
"I'm picking up Deb."
"Now your talking man! Do you want me to cover for you?" said Dave excitedly.
"What are you talking about Dave?"
"Well, your going to her apartment with that lousy excuse and so, your gonna need someone to cover up for you while you, you know!" At hearing this, Carter shook his head in disbelief and turned into the parking space ment for 'visitors'.
"Is that all you think about Dave?"
"Well...."
"That said it all Dave. Now are you gonna get her or will I?" asked Carter turning round to face Dave.
"Why? all you have to do is this....." and with that, Dave leaned over and punched the button on Carter's steering wheel labeled 'horn'.
"BEEP!! BEEP!!"
One of the windows on the fourth floor, pushed open, and Deb's face appeared.
"Be down in a sec!" she yelled down before closing the window.
"See how easy that was?"
"Ok, I know what I have to do, just what Abby said." Deb advised herself as she paced the room like a caged bull while putting on her earrings.
"Act normal. It wasn't like we did it..."
Suddenly, another loud horn blasted the beginnings of 'Happy Birthday'.
"Coming, coming!" whispered Deb as she grabbed her bag and ran out the door.
"Hey, sorry I took so long." Deb said as she approached the car and opening the front passenger door.
"Don't worry, you weren't late. Dave just thought that your neighbors needed a wake up call."
At hearing that, Deb turned to the back east and saw Dave sitting quietly in a window seat.
"What's he doing here?"
"Don't ask. "
"Ok."
The car was filled with silence as John drove to County.
'Now what do I say?' thought Carter to himself. 'Dave is an asshole. He told me to act normal. How do I do that?'
"So, ah, do you want to do something together sometime this week?" asked Carter finally thinking of something to say.
"Yeah, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know yet. We'll figure out something."
"Can I come?" asked Dave suddenly poking his head between the drivers and passenger seats.
"No!" yelled Carter and Deb in usion as Carter pulled into the parking lot of County General.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry." appologised Dave to himself as he suddenly realised that he was all alone in the car.
"Carter, my man, what the hell are you doing at three-thirty in the morning?" asked Dave as he entered the kitchen to find Carter sitting at the table, a cup of strong coffie on the table and his head in his hands.
"It's three-thirty?"
"Yup- wah, man you look like shit!"
"Thanks Dave you really know how to make a man feel good." said Carter standing up and stretching as Dave got himself a cup.
"Dave's counseling, at you service." said Dave, sitting down at the table, trying to look as serious as he could at three-thirtyfive in the morning.
"Huh?"
"Like I just said man, you look like something the cow dragged in."
"So?"
"So that means there's something on your mind. Is it Work?"
"No."
"Is it Abby?"
"No, Dave, will you quit with the twenty questions?"
"Not until I get some beef man, all your giving me is scrambled eggs."
"Is it, you know..." asked Dave a naughty smile on his face.
"Who?"
"Well, YOU know!"
"Know WHAT, Dave?" asked Carter, getting annoyed.
"Is. It. Jing-mei??" said Dave as slowly as if Carter was only five or six years old.
"Why would you think that?" asked Carter, wondering where Dave was going with that question.
If he was to tell the truth, It would be a yes. However, Carter didn't want to let out that bit of information
"Because you came home from a date looking positively confused, you actually LET me into your apartment and here you are awake four hours before your shift."
"So?"
"So?!? Carter. Look. Will you just fucking tell me!" said Dave a loudly as he could without waking the neighbors.
"Dave, I don't know what to tell you." lied Carter, looking at the tiled kitchen floor. Funny. He never noticed the tiny coffie stain in the little corner by the stove.
"Man, if you don't wanna tell me, fine. But I'll suss it out of Abby either way."
"What makes you think she'll tell you anything?" asked Carter looking up.
"Worth trying. Cool radio man.." said Dave as he had found a portable radio on the counter.
Turning on the radio station, a Valentines Day message read out:
"Remember folks, Valentines is on the way - if you want to get your loved one something special now's the time. Just call...." Carter reached over and turned it off.
"Shit man. Again, alone."
"Know what you mean." said John getting even more depressed.
"That's why you have to tell her."
"Huh?"
"Tell her you love her." said Dave logically.
"Tell whom?" asked Carter, utterly confused as to where Dave was getting at.
He hadn't told Dave about the kiss... did he? 'Man, I wish I was paying more attention as to what I was saying.'
"Deb, Jing-mei, Chen, chicky babe- what ever you want to call her Carter."
"How, how would you- you know?!?" exclaimed John. 'I did tell him! Now I am really a dick head. Shit!'
"Know? Know what Carter - ahhh see! I was right all along, you do have something fishy going on with Chen, and now your gonna explain...." said Dave, glad that his little trick of reverse physiology had worked.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Now I really don't know what to do." said Carter starting blankly into his fourth cup of coffie.
"You have to talk to her, man. You know, ask her out."
"Who said I had to ask her out?"
"It's what's called tradition Carter." said Dave, a look on his face which said, 'Where have you been?'
"Huh? the last time I had a date, there was..." said Carter, confused. Since when were there rules?
"Carter my man, when was the last time you had a date?"
"Well, ah... "
"See? You'll just have to listen and use my wisdom on women wisely..."
"Carter, where are we going?" asked Dave from the backseat of John's jeep on their way to County.
"I'm picking up Deb."
"Now your talking man! Do you want me to cover for you?" said Dave excitedly.
"What are you talking about Dave?"
"Well, your going to her apartment with that lousy excuse and so, your gonna need someone to cover up for you while you, you know!" At hearing this, Carter shook his head in disbelief and turned into the parking space ment for 'visitors'.
"Is that all you think about Dave?"
"Well...."
"That said it all Dave. Now are you gonna get her or will I?" asked Carter turning round to face Dave.
"Why? all you have to do is this....." and with that, Dave leaned over and punched the button on Carter's steering wheel labeled 'horn'.
"BEEP!! BEEP!!"
One of the windows on the fourth floor, pushed open, and Deb's face appeared.
"Be down in a sec!" she yelled down before closing the window.
"See how easy that was?"
"Ok, I know what I have to do, just what Abby said." Deb advised herself as she paced the room like a caged bull while putting on her earrings.
"Act normal. It wasn't like we did it..."
Suddenly, another loud horn blasted the beginnings of 'Happy Birthday'.
"Coming, coming!" whispered Deb as she grabbed her bag and ran out the door.
"Hey, sorry I took so long." Deb said as she approached the car and opening the front passenger door.
"Don't worry, you weren't late. Dave just thought that your neighbors needed a wake up call."
At hearing that, Deb turned to the back east and saw Dave sitting quietly in a window seat.
"What's he doing here?"
"Don't ask. "
"Ok."
The car was filled with silence as John drove to County.
'Now what do I say?' thought Carter to himself. 'Dave is an asshole. He told me to act normal. How do I do that?'
"So, ah, do you want to do something together sometime this week?" asked Carter finally thinking of something to say.
"Yeah, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know yet. We'll figure out something."
"Can I come?" asked Dave suddenly poking his head between the drivers and passenger seats.
"No!" yelled Carter and Deb in usion as Carter pulled into the parking lot of County General.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry." appologised Dave to himself as he suddenly realised that he was all alone in the car.