Well I hope you guys had a great holiday and got everything you wanted! I know I did. Here that next chapter and there will be one more to follow and then I think this story will too be finished. Here ya go…oh and please read and review. Sorry it took so long. computer was a little out of commission there for a while.
"Hey Tom, open up man!" Kwest said pounding on the door like he was the police or something.
"Uhhhhh." Kwest heard a thump and some beer cans roll around and then heard the many locks unlocking. There stood a non-shaven, obviously drunk, and sort of smelly Tommy.
"Dude, you look like a train hit you, man. Was it that bad?"
"Oh, Kwest, what's up man?" he said stumbling over and falling on the ground. Kwest entered the smelly apartment and picked his friend up and helped him to the couch.
"You look horrible. What the hell happened to you?" he said cleaning up his apartment.
"Oh, I'm just fine….I don't know…..what….your…tttallkking about." he mumbled laughing.
Kwest finished cleaning up the rest of the beer cans and other trash and opened some windows. It smelled like alcohol in there.
"Tommy, Georgia has been asking about you for the past few days, where the hell have you been?" he sat down next to his friend.
"Here, there, everywhere." he said in a singsong tone. Then cracking up and taking another drink of the vodka bottle sitting right in front of him. Kwest then pulled it away before Tommy could get another swig.
"Tommy, this stuff does not solve your problems. Didn't you learn from the last time? We had you come here and throw you in the shower every day for two weeks just to get you to come to work. I don't want to have to do that again. You need to tell Jude to tell you the truth." he looked at Tommy who was now solemn and listening to every word he said.
"She did…."
"And what did she say?"
"35,040"
"What? I think you need to sober up before you start speaking all cryptic."
"No, Kwest. She said 35,040 was the number of hours she thought of me since she was gone. And then she resumed telling me she would think of me a million more, and then she said she loved me." he said laying down on the couch as if speaking took the energy out of him.
"Huh, and tell me Tommy Q, why the hell did you let her get on that plane! Are you absolutely crazy or just plain stupid?" Kwest said crossing his arms.
"I don't know, man. When she blew me that kiss and walked away all I wanted to do was go and grab her in my arms and kiss her, but something stopped me. I don't even know what that something was." he said with sadness consuming his icy blue eyes.
"Well I know what that something was, fear. The fear of getting close to her again and then having something or someone mess it up. Dude, you should have gone after her."
"Don't you think I know that? It has been killing me not seeing her and then she comes back and I have the perfect chance to tell her how I feel, and what do I do? Screw it up, AGAIN! Good job Quincy, stupid Jackass!" he stood up and threw the bottle against the wall watching it shatter to pieces.
"Tom, you cant do this to yourself. You know what you have to do. You need to get on a plane and go and get her. You can call Jamie; he knows where she lives and works. He will help you. You have to do this, man. For you and for her."
"But, Kwest, my job is already in enough jeopardy, I cant leave now."
"Dude, that is the last thing you should be worried about now. Just go. I will take care of your job for you. Georgia wont even blink an eye when she finds out. She wants you to be happy. Just ummm make sure you show and clean yourself up first. Man, when you don't shave, you kinda got the uni-bomber look goin."
And with that Tommy was on the next flight out to New York to hopefully win back the girl he had been waiting four long years for, the question is, how will it turn out?