Crossing of Two Paths
"Welcome home Craig!" Angela Jeremiah yelled in her excited tone, holding up a poster with obvious scribbling on it. She giggled as Craig pulled her into a big bear hug, blocking Joey in the doorway.
"Hey, Craig decided to pack bricks here, my arms are falling off!" Joey Jeremiah said in a sarcastic tone, huffing as he dropped Craig's luggage.
"Falling off, falling off!" Angela sang as she ran around the room.
"Hey Ang, why don't you go find the present you made Craig? It's probably hiding somewhere in 'la casa de Angela'" Joey mocked in a dreadful Spanish accent. Angela giggled one last time before jolting upstairs to her room.
Craig smiled a sad smile as he watched the two of them. Catching Joey's eye, he quickly turned around to open the refrigerator door.
Joey watched his stepson as he walked over to the kitchen foyer. Craig had been acting unusual on the way home. In fact, ever since the death of his father, Craig hadn't been the same. Understandable, of course, but nothing in the way Joey had seen earlier this summer.
'Maybe he's coming to terms with the death' Joey thought as he watched Craig gulp down milk from the carton.
"Hey, use a glass. You're not living alone anymore." Joey lectured.
Craig wiped the milk anyway from his face, muttering something of a "Sorry" as he opened the cabinet.
"So, how was the workshop? You get any good shots?" Joey asked he leaned against the wall, watching his stepson.
"It was great. I learned so much; it was somewhat overwhelming. But great. All show you the pictures I got at dinner. There's this one great black and white one." Craig muttered as he went in search of cookies.
Joey grabbed a beer from the 'fridge and sat down on one of the bar stools. "Yeah, University of Toronto is a beautiful campus. Not that I noticed because all the beautiful women grabbed my attention" Joey said while sipping beer, smiling a mischievous smile at Craig.
Craig attempted to smile back, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck where Brittni had dug her nails into his skin in a "hug" goodbye this morning.
Joey swallowed his beer, while reaching over to the phone, handing Craig a piece of paper. "Speaking of women, that Ashley Kerwin called earlier, she wants you to call her as soon as possible."
Craig looked at his message while walking to the staircase "Thanks. I'm kinda tired, plus I have a lot of unpacking to do." With that said, he grabbed his luggage and dragged it up the stairs, trying to walk as quickly as he could.
"Hey Craig".
Craig spun around to look at Joey.
Joey rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly uncomfortable. "If you ever need to, you know, talk, umm, I'm here, you know."
Craig nodded and continued to drag his luggage into his bedroom, crashing it to the ground and flopping onto his bed. He looked at the message from Ashley, debating whether to call her or not.
Craig sighed as he lay down on his pillow, thinking about Ashley. Ashley was defiantly a friend, a comfort, someone he was glad was in his life. After the dance however, he felt that it was maybe something more, and he wasn't sure he wanted that with her. She was too good a friend. Someone he didn't get nervous around or think about all the time. Someone he wasn't in love with.
Crumpling the paper into a ball, he leaned over his bed and threw the paper into the wastebasket. School started tomorrow, he would see her then. Lying back down on his pillow, Craig closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.
"Welcome home Craig!" Angela Jeremiah yelled in her excited tone, holding up a poster with obvious scribbling on it. She giggled as Craig pulled her into a big bear hug, blocking Joey in the doorway.
"Hey, Craig decided to pack bricks here, my arms are falling off!" Joey Jeremiah said in a sarcastic tone, huffing as he dropped Craig's luggage.
"Falling off, falling off!" Angela sang as she ran around the room.
"Hey Ang, why don't you go find the present you made Craig? It's probably hiding somewhere in 'la casa de Angela'" Joey mocked in a dreadful Spanish accent. Angela giggled one last time before jolting upstairs to her room.
Craig smiled a sad smile as he watched the two of them. Catching Joey's eye, he quickly turned around to open the refrigerator door.
Joey watched his stepson as he walked over to the kitchen foyer. Craig had been acting unusual on the way home. In fact, ever since the death of his father, Craig hadn't been the same. Understandable, of course, but nothing in the way Joey had seen earlier this summer.
'Maybe he's coming to terms with the death' Joey thought as he watched Craig gulp down milk from the carton.
"Hey, use a glass. You're not living alone anymore." Joey lectured.
Craig wiped the milk anyway from his face, muttering something of a "Sorry" as he opened the cabinet.
"So, how was the workshop? You get any good shots?" Joey asked he leaned against the wall, watching his stepson.
"It was great. I learned so much; it was somewhat overwhelming. But great. All show you the pictures I got at dinner. There's this one great black and white one." Craig muttered as he went in search of cookies.
Joey grabbed a beer from the 'fridge and sat down on one of the bar stools. "Yeah, University of Toronto is a beautiful campus. Not that I noticed because all the beautiful women grabbed my attention" Joey said while sipping beer, smiling a mischievous smile at Craig.
Craig attempted to smile back, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck where Brittni had dug her nails into his skin in a "hug" goodbye this morning.
Joey swallowed his beer, while reaching over to the phone, handing Craig a piece of paper. "Speaking of women, that Ashley Kerwin called earlier, she wants you to call her as soon as possible."
Craig looked at his message while walking to the staircase "Thanks. I'm kinda tired, plus I have a lot of unpacking to do." With that said, he grabbed his luggage and dragged it up the stairs, trying to walk as quickly as he could.
"Hey Craig".
Craig spun around to look at Joey.
Joey rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly uncomfortable. "If you ever need to, you know, talk, umm, I'm here, you know."
Craig nodded and continued to drag his luggage into his bedroom, crashing it to the ground and flopping onto his bed. He looked at the message from Ashley, debating whether to call her or not.
Craig sighed as he lay down on his pillow, thinking about Ashley. Ashley was defiantly a friend, a comfort, someone he was glad was in his life. After the dance however, he felt that it was maybe something more, and he wasn't sure he wanted that with her. She was too good a friend. Someone he didn't get nervous around or think about all the time. Someone he wasn't in love with.
Crumpling the paper into a ball, he leaned over his bed and threw the paper into the wastebasket. School started tomorrow, he would see her then. Lying back down on his pillow, Craig closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.