Close to You

Missing Bobo

Disclaimer: I own no one!

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Randy groaned, pulling his suitcase through the crowded airport. He was home . . . alone. He could not believe he was upset. Had he really gotten used to Trish's company?

He loaded his luggage into the trunk of his black SUV. Normally, he loved seeing the vehicle after a long week of travel. Now, it was a sign that he was alone again.

Just as he prepared to pull out of the parking lot, his cell phone began to ring. He reached for it, all the while debating if he would answer it. He grinned, seeing it was John.

"Hey,"

"Randy, you get home okay?"

"I'm in the parking lot of the airport,"

"You okay? You sound different,

"I'm a little lonely. What can I say?"

"Sorry. You were welcome to come home with me,"

"I know, I just didn't want to overstep my boundaries,"

"I offered! It's not like you asked,"

"Are we arguing?"

"I think so. Wow … our first argument!"

"Cool. We're really a couple,"

"Bye, C,"

"Bye, Rand,"

Randy hung up. Then, sticking the key in the ignition, he prepared to drive away.

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His apartment was silent. It drove him nuts because he had gotten used to Trish's constant chattering. He was used to spending a good portion of his time with John.

Unpacking his bag, he was surprised to see he could not find Bobo, his teddy bear. He had had the old brown stuffed bear since he was a baby. He had never slept without it even at the age of twenty-three.

What was he going to do without Bobo? Would he even be able to sleep? Had he left his bear in the hotel room? Had Trish stuck to her word, and kidnapped him? Was she taking care of him?

"Randy!"

"Trish, I have a question,"

"Yes?"

"Do you have Bobo?"

"No, I don't."

"YOU DON'T HAVE MY TEDDY BEAR?"

"I did."

"Where is Bobo?"

"He's on vacation,"

"He's twenty-three year old stuffed animal. Where would he go?"

"He's with Yogi and Boo-Boo."

"Right,"

"Trust me…"

"What?"

"You'll get your bear back. I promise!"

"Call me later,"

"Bye," Trish hung out.

Randy sighed. He could not believe he was going crazy because of a teddy bear. Geez, was he that neurotic?

He wandered into the kitchen. Man, he needed a glass of wine. It would calm his nerves, and get his mind off Bobo.

He slipped his shoes off and settled into the black leather couch. He held a glass of Chianti, and a bag of pretzels.

Just as he dozed off, there was a knock at the door. Jumping up, Randy was surprised. Who was it? Nobody ever came to his door.

"Who's there?" he called, cautiously.

"I have a lost teddy bear, who's trying to find his way home," a masculine voice called. Randy's eyes widened. He knew that voice!

Standing in the hallway was none other than John!

"What are you doing here?" Randy asked, throwing himself into John's embrace. He glanced down. With a miniature suitcase and an Elmo t-shirt on, there was Bobo!

"Trish wanted me to give back Bobo. She said I should do it because you're my boyfriend." John replied. He gently kissed Randy's cheek.

"Come in," Randy said. "It's not much but it's home," John entered the apartment. He was glad to see how happy he made Randy.

"Have a seat," Randy said, entering the kitchen. John sat on the couch. He watched Randy's every move. God, he was cute. "Wine? Beer? Soda?"

"Wine's fine," he said. Randy nodded. When he thought John was not looking, he quickly hugged Bobo.

After all, he had missed his old teddy bear.

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I had to introduce Bobo! I thought it was too cute. Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you again for all your wonderful reviews. Keep it up!

-JenLea

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