Sorry for the delay. Here's part 6. Please tell me what you think. It really inspires me to write. I'm also kinda happy at the moment. You see, Norway's Princess got married yesterday, and the ceremony was very beautiful. Maybe I'll write a wedding fic… I mean… I'm a huge Carby…
Enjoy!
Goodbye, dr. Carter, part 6
The rest of the night went just as Albert had said. By 3 p.m John was almost out of everything he had. It had been a great night, and when he remembered that this was his new job he wanted to jump around in happiness. His new life had now started.
"Well, that was it, Johnny. I told you this was a gold-mine".
"It sure was. Thanks for showing me. I feel like a student again".
"Exactly. You're a drug student, now".
John smiled at his new friend. "At least you're not as my previous supervisor. He was so strict and grumpy at times".
"Don't worry. I've had enough of grumpy teachers, besides I'm not your supervisor. In this business you only have one boss".
"Kye".
Abby nodded. "Yupp, that's Kye. And the best part with him is that he never interferes with any of us. As long as we do our jobs he's happy, and we get 2/3 of the profit. Kye needs something too, ya know".
"He's a great man. The first time I saw him I was a little unsure, but he's cool. No worries. Do you think he cares about us?"
"I know he does, Johnny. I know he does".
John looked around in the dark thinking about how great his first day at work had been. Now as he was finished he felt how tired and cold he was.
"I'm getting a little cold. I'll probably head home soon".
"Okay", Albert nodded.
"You-you wanna join me?" John asked.
"You sure you don't mind? I mean, I've got a cosy spot so I'm okay".
"No, really. I could use the company. It gets pretty lonely sometimes".
"Yeah, I know what you mean".
The two men headed to John's apartment. As they entered Albert grinned.
"What a nice place you've got, mate".
"It's okay", John said. "Make yourself at home".
"Thanks". Albert sat down in the couch while John went to the kitchen.
"Albert, do you want something to drink?"
"Please, call me Abby. And yes, a cup of something soothing would be nice".
"Coffee?"
"Wonderful!"
John made coffee and found some cookies. For once, especially since he'd left County, he wasn't alone. It was nice knowing that Albert, or Abby, was there. A person who was very much alike him. A person who understood him, and respected him for his choices.
"So..", Albert said as he took a slurp of his coffee. "What's your name?"
"John".
"Johnny Boy! You've got a last name?"
John hesitated whether he should ask or not. It made him sound so stupid. "Should I tell you?"
Alfred nodded.
"Isn't that supposed to be secret?"
"Of course. The rule is to never tell anyone your name and other personal info to strangers. To me, you're not a stranger anymore. We've been working together tonight. I like you, Johnny".
John smiled. Abby was so nice. He was something between a friend, a big brother and a father. By looking at him John could tell he was about 55 - 60 years old. Maybe he'd gotten the father he always had wanted, but never really had. The father who spent time with his son.
"Okay", Alfred began. He knew the kid was green, and that he wanted to be careful. "I'm Alfred Bob Lehman. And you are…?"
"John Truman Carter III".
"Holy shit!" Alfred exclaimed. "How do you remember that?"
John just laughed.
"Carter. Truman Carter. I've heard that name before. I think I knew a Truman Carter once".
"My father maybe".
"That's a possibility. There was a Truman Carter in my English class in high school…. Well, anyway… so you're a Carter. I guess your family is quite healthy".
"Mostly my grandmother. She's the best".
"They always are", Albert smiled. "I wish I had grandkids. Someone to use my money on".
"Why don't you use them on yourself? I mean, in spite the amount of money you earn you still live on the streets".
"No, I live in the park. There's a huge difference".
"I know, but still…"
Albert sighed. "You know, Johnny. Everyday I see young teenagers and sometimes even very small kids searching for a safe place to spend the night. When I see them I feel sorry for them. They shouldn't be living out there. I wish they could have a nice place to live, a place like mine. The difference between them and me is that I've got a great place to live, and they haven't got any. I consider myself as a very lucky person".
"You are a wonderful person, Abby. Thanks for helping me tonight". John smiled at his friend.
"Anytime, kiddo".
TBC?
Enjoy!
Goodbye, dr. Carter, part 6
The rest of the night went just as Albert had said. By 3 p.m John was almost out of everything he had. It had been a great night, and when he remembered that this was his new job he wanted to jump around in happiness. His new life had now started.
"Well, that was it, Johnny. I told you this was a gold-mine".
"It sure was. Thanks for showing me. I feel like a student again".
"Exactly. You're a drug student, now".
John smiled at his new friend. "At least you're not as my previous supervisor. He was so strict and grumpy at times".
"Don't worry. I've had enough of grumpy teachers, besides I'm not your supervisor. In this business you only have one boss".
"Kye".
Abby nodded. "Yupp, that's Kye. And the best part with him is that he never interferes with any of us. As long as we do our jobs he's happy, and we get 2/3 of the profit. Kye needs something too, ya know".
"He's a great man. The first time I saw him I was a little unsure, but he's cool. No worries. Do you think he cares about us?"
"I know he does, Johnny. I know he does".
John looked around in the dark thinking about how great his first day at work had been. Now as he was finished he felt how tired and cold he was.
"I'm getting a little cold. I'll probably head home soon".
"Okay", Albert nodded.
"You-you wanna join me?" John asked.
"You sure you don't mind? I mean, I've got a cosy spot so I'm okay".
"No, really. I could use the company. It gets pretty lonely sometimes".
"Yeah, I know what you mean".
The two men headed to John's apartment. As they entered Albert grinned.
"What a nice place you've got, mate".
"It's okay", John said. "Make yourself at home".
"Thanks". Albert sat down in the couch while John went to the kitchen.
"Albert, do you want something to drink?"
"Please, call me Abby. And yes, a cup of something soothing would be nice".
"Coffee?"
"Wonderful!"
John made coffee and found some cookies. For once, especially since he'd left County, he wasn't alone. It was nice knowing that Albert, or Abby, was there. A person who was very much alike him. A person who understood him, and respected him for his choices.
"So..", Albert said as he took a slurp of his coffee. "What's your name?"
"John".
"Johnny Boy! You've got a last name?"
John hesitated whether he should ask or not. It made him sound so stupid. "Should I tell you?"
Alfred nodded.
"Isn't that supposed to be secret?"
"Of course. The rule is to never tell anyone your name and other personal info to strangers. To me, you're not a stranger anymore. We've been working together tonight. I like you, Johnny".
John smiled. Abby was so nice. He was something between a friend, a big brother and a father. By looking at him John could tell he was about 55 - 60 years old. Maybe he'd gotten the father he always had wanted, but never really had. The father who spent time with his son.
"Okay", Alfred began. He knew the kid was green, and that he wanted to be careful. "I'm Alfred Bob Lehman. And you are…?"
"John Truman Carter III".
"Holy shit!" Alfred exclaimed. "How do you remember that?"
John just laughed.
"Carter. Truman Carter. I've heard that name before. I think I knew a Truman Carter once".
"My father maybe".
"That's a possibility. There was a Truman Carter in my English class in high school…. Well, anyway… so you're a Carter. I guess your family is quite healthy".
"Mostly my grandmother. She's the best".
"They always are", Albert smiled. "I wish I had grandkids. Someone to use my money on".
"Why don't you use them on yourself? I mean, in spite the amount of money you earn you still live on the streets".
"No, I live in the park. There's a huge difference".
"I know, but still…"
Albert sighed. "You know, Johnny. Everyday I see young teenagers and sometimes even very small kids searching for a safe place to spend the night. When I see them I feel sorry for them. They shouldn't be living out there. I wish they could have a nice place to live, a place like mine. The difference between them and me is that I've got a great place to live, and they haven't got any. I consider myself as a very lucky person".
"You are a wonderful person, Abby. Thanks for helping me tonight". John smiled at his friend.
"Anytime, kiddo".
TBC?