Author: Skytate17
Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away
Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.
Chapter Nine
Bridge lounged on his couch, his seemingly favorite place in the world, but today, he really didn't feel like being there. He had caught a terrible cold along with an all too wonderful migraine that was keeping him at bed rest all day. He even had to call into work, which he hated doing, because he didn't like people replacing him as a DJ. But, he also didn't feel like spinning disks and beat boxing when he was coughing his left lung out.
He turned on his side on the couch, rubbing his warm forehead before letting out a raspy sigh, staring blurry eyed at the television. He wasn't even sure why he had it on. He hadn't paid attention to a damn thing that was on. Maybe it was comforting to have the sound going. He also had a fan going somewhere nearby mainly because he was burning up. Then again, he was sleeping with a blanket.
Thus was the logic of Bridge.
He rolled on his side, grunting in protest because no matter which way he turned, there was no possible way for him to get comfortable. Just as he managed to get himself in a nearly good position, his cell phone began ringing and he was very hesitant to answer it. He could hardly speak this morning and didn't really feel like talking to anyone.
He let it ring, closing his eyes as he snuggled deeper into his pillow. The ring tone cut off, leaving him in temporary silence before another little chime went off, informing him that he had a message. He opened his eyes with a grunt, reaching out and sweeping up his phone.
Flipping it open, Bridge found that it was Sky who had called. He stared at the screen of his phone for a moment, half wanting to toss his phone across the room after what had happened the other day. But since it was only a message, he decided to keep the phone around. Pressing the phone to his ear, he took a second to listen to the voice.
"Hey, Bridge… it's Sky. Haven't heard from you in a few days and thought I'd see what you were up to. So, call back. See ya!" the man's voice rang out, making Bridge cringe just slightly. Not because he was loud or anything, but because he was totally oblivious. Bridge just had to crush on the complete moron.
He shook his head, tossing the phone back on the coffee table. He would call back when he felt like it, if he ever felt like it. He had a good feeling that wasn't going to be anytime soon. Unfortunately for him, the phone rang again, Bridge staring at it as it vibrated against the coffee table.
He bit his lip for a second before sweeping the phone back up and staring at the caller ID. It was Sky again. He hadn't waited five minutes at least before calling back. Bridge smiled a bit at his eagerness, but then frowned remembering that he was supposed to be mad at Sky, and he was.
Regardless, he clicked the button anyway, figuring if he at least talked to the guy, Sky would leave him alone. "Hey," he muttered faintly before coughing a little bit, leaning his head back against his pillow.
"Hey, what's up?" Sky murmured from the other side. Bridge just shook his head, already regretting answering the phone.
Bridge took another heavy breath, then clearing his throat. "I'm sick," he stated simply, biting his lip as he made some attempt to close his eyes.
"Ohh… I'm sorry. I hadn't seen you around in a while."
The guy shook his head, feeling a chill up his body from his sickness. He tugged his blanket around his shoulders, wanting to just hang up the phone and try to get some sleep. But he knew if he didn't finish his conversation with Sky, he was just going to stay awake with thoughts plaguing his mind. "I was at Syd' s party…"
"Really? I didn't see you there?" Sky commented with a brief chuckle, playing it off like nothing had happened. Of course, he had gotten really drunk, so a lot of what happened, he didn't remember.
"Probably because you were busy hitting on Syd," Bridge coughed into the phone, pulling it away from his face for a second to let out a loud round of hoarse coughs. When he pressed the phone back to his ear, the two were left in a moment of silence. "Don't deny it, I saw you."
He could hear Sky clear his throat in the background, the man not having a single thing to say. "So."
"So, what? When are you going to make up your mind?" Bridge grunted then, feeling his headache growing worse. If he didn't close his eyes and get sleep soon, he was pretty sure he was going to explode. "Do you like me or do you just like anything you see?"
"I like you," Sky responded slowly, Bridge rolling his eyes. "I was just drunk, wasn't thinking…"
"You also were drunk when you kissed me at your house. Were you thinking then? Oh, and not to mention, the other day with Ronny, I'm pretty sure you were sober," Bridge rambled on, bringing a hand over his forehead before groaning in aggravation. He had taken medicine when he first woke up, but it had been many hours since then, so she was due for another dose.
Sky didn't respond, leaving Bridge to believe that this conversation and relationship was over. "I'm sick… I don't really want to talk about this," the guy commented before shutting off his phone, tossing it on the coffee table. He rolled over, turning his back towards the television and the table, closing his eyes.
Of course, though, his cell phone started going off. For a while, he was going to let it ring, but it started to make his head pound worse. He reached over, curious to see if it were Sky calling back. It wasn't, though. Instead, it was his mother.
It was a few days when Z was setting up the bar for the night. Sky was lingering around, having been silent the entire time that he was there. She could tell just by the way that he slouched around that he was in a pretty grumpy mood. Sometimes she felt that the guys she worked with had more PMS than she had some days.
She glanced to the clock, seeing they only had a little bit of time before they opened for the night. Bridge wasn't there yet, but she knew he was sick still. She assumed he'd be getting better, though, since he had been out a few days. And at least he would have called by now if he wasn't coming.
The woman sighed, staring at Sky, who was fiddling with a few glasses. "Don't break those," she muttered as he accidentally let one tip against the counter top. Suddenly, to both their surprise, the front door suddenly burst in, Bridge rushing in looking quite frustrated.
He took a heavy breath as he stared to his friend, then to Sky, before returning his attention back to Z. "I can't work tonight… or for a while… I'm sorry it's such notice, but I've got to fly out to Washington tonight," he explained, taking a heavy breath as he rested his hand against the bar top, tapping his fingers against it.
"What happened?" she questioned, Sky also turning in his chair to give his attention to Bridge. Neither of them had spoken since their argument on the phone, so things were, as usual, pretty awkward between them.
"My dad's in the hospital," Bridge then stated, taking his fingers from the bar top. "II should have called, but I was on my way to work… my mom called earlier this week saying my father felt bad, but she just called me to tell me that he was in the hospital."
Z frowned, Sky doing the same as they both lowered their heads. "How are you going to get there?"
"I'm going to see if I can get a flight tonight… I don't care what time, I just need to get there as soon as possible," he murmured with a sure nod, then averting his attention towards Sky.
The man stared up at Bridge, then shrugging and adding, "I used to fly a lot… and racked up a bunch of frequent flyer miles. I can get you some cheap tickets, but I'd have to go to the airport with you," Sky stated then, glancing to Z as if to get an okay from her to leave.
Bridge's eyes opened wide in surprise that Sky had actually spoken to him, and of all things, it was something caring. "You'd… do that?"
"If she lets me leave, then, yeah," his crush stated, forming a hopeful smile from the corner of his lip. Z, knowing the desperation of Bridge's situation, nodded her head. The guy smiled, happy to see Sky immediately jump out of his seat and follow him out the front doors of the club.