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.
Note: Bridge will be half naked in here! Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
Bridge and Sky entered the huge house, the first dragging in his suitcase as Sky wandered in with nothing. "Your house is nice," he murmured, staring at the gorgeous, homely place.
Bridge laughed briefly as he closed the door and locked it behind them, letting his suitcase collapse to the floor. "No, their home is nice… My apartment is trashed."
"I see," his friend laughed back, standing in front of the door, not sure if he should take his shoes off, stay where he was, start wandering, and things of that nature. He didn't want to mess anything up, especially since he basically invited himself into the whole situation.
Bridge wandered towards the living room, taking in the place because he hadn't seen it in a while. Last time he was there, it was nearly eight months. Despite the long time, nothing had changed. Nothing had changed since the five years that he had been away. That was how he liked it, though.
"What a cute baby," Sky suddenly commented from the hallway, pointing to one of the pictures hanging up.
"That's cause it's me," Bridge laughed then, leaning his head against the back of the couch as he stared down the hallway. Sky nodded, then trailing it way into the living room with Bridge. He stood before the couch, seeing that there were at least three places he could take a seat. Besides Bridge, or on either of the recliners.
Just as he was about to make his decision, Bridge shot up from the couch, sweeping past him. "You can do whatever you want… I'm going to toss my stuff in my room and then take a shower," he explained, rushing over to snatch up his suitcase. As he began wheeling it to the stairs, he thrust his finger towards the kitchen across the way. "Kitchen's right there… you can grab anything to eat, and if you can't find anything, go ahead and order a pizza or something."
"Alright, thanks," Sky muttered before resting on the couch, watching Bridge trail up the stairs. He looked absolutely exhausted, but that was mainly because he did nothing but worry himself on the plane, despite Sky's attempts to calm him down.
Sky lounged around on the couch, then reaching forward to snatch up the remote that was on the coffee table. He really didn't feel like watching any television, though, so he immediately tossed it back down, standing from the couch and heading into the kitchen.
For some reason, although Bridge invited him to do so, he felt bad for rummaging through their kitchen. He just couldn't get over the fact that he invited himself along for the ride. Well, he could, cause he was somewhat irrational like that, but he didn't give Bridge a chance to say yes or no. He was just coming and that was it.
Luckily, he noticed, Bridge didn't seem to mind.
He wandered through their kitchen, wanting to find something simple to eat, but not exactly wanting to eat their food. Spotting the phone book nearby, he figured it was a better idea to order some pizza. Soon enough, he ordered some pizza, then fishing out his wallet to find that he was two dollars short, not to mention the tip he was going to have to give.
"Good thinking, Rich, good thinking," he grunted, shoving his wallet back into his back pocket. His only way to pay now was going to be bugging Bridge for some extra money, but he was taking a shower. It couldn't hurt to ask, though.
The main trailed up the steps, seeing a few rooms down the hallway. Two doors on the left, two doors on the right. The one on the very end of the hallway on the left was left open and he could tell that was Bridge's parent's room. The ones on the right were closed, as with the one on the front left, except a light was on. He could only hope that was the bathroom.
He stood before the door, raising his hand to knock when it suddenly came open, revealing Bridge in nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "Uhhh," was Sky's only response, his fist still suspended in air as he stared down at Bridge, trying to keep himself from staring down any further. It was difficult, though, seeing as Bridge was half naked and still wet.
"What's up?" the guy questioned as if nothing at all were happening here.
"I ordered pizza and I'm two dollars short… maybe… wait, five? I'm short on money… need tip money," he managed finally dropping his fist as Bridge slid past him, leaving himself no choice but to brush his wet body against Sky for a moment because the young man was blocking the doorway. Sky took a heavy breath, watching Bridge trail down the hallway and disappear into the first room.
Soon enough he returned, still in his bath towel, holding out his wallet. "Take however much you need. I owe you, anyway," Bridge murmured, still thrusting the wallet in Sky's direction.
Sky just stared blankly at his companion for a moment, not even noticing him holding out the wallet until Bridge shook it around a bit. Shaking his head, Sky snatched it up, removing a few dollars, having to recount the amount in his head a few times before he finally got it right.
After handing over the wallet back to it's owner, the two stood in a silence, not so much awkward as it was curious. Suddenly, though, a doorbell broke the void of words between them, Sky glancing down the hallway. "Guess… the pizza's here," he murmured, fiddling with his own money in his pocket before he reluctantly turned away to go tend to the ring at the door.
Bridge rolled his eyes with half a smirk, heading back into his room to continue getting dress. Soon enough, he was dressed in a pair of comfy pants and a lose t-shirt, most likely something he'd end up sleeping in, minus the shirt.
Bridge trailed down the steps, his hair still a wet mess, but because he wasn't going anywhere, he really didn't care to do anything with it. He hit the bottom step, finding Sky lounging on his couch with the box of pizza laying on his stomach.
The second he heard Bridge coming down the steps, though, he sat up straight, scooting the pizza box onto the coffee table and dusting the crumbs off his shirt. "Was it enough?" Bridge questioned, taking a seat on the couch beside Sky before snatching up a slice of pizza.
"Yeah, it was fine, thanks," Sky grunted then through a mouthful of food, swallowing hard before giving off a cheesy grin. Bridge shuffled against the couch for the remote, eventually finding it and flipping through the channels for anything interesting on television. He was about to change to his favorite channels, but because he was in a different state, things were different.
The two were silent, Bridge finding it hard to focus on anything he passed on the television. He half wanted to call his mom to make sure nothing had happened, but he knew she'd call if something did. Half of him was at ease that she hadn't called, but then again, if she was broken up over something that had happened, she may not have had enough strength to call him yet.
Sky glanced over at the Bridge, then the television channel, before then averting his attention back to Bridge. "You okay?" he questioned then, just about to take another bite of his third piece of pizza, but holding off just in case Bridge wanted to start conversation.
Bridge shook his head, realizing that he had just spaced out for a moment. "I'm fine," he stated, although he truly wasn't.
"Just checking… cause you stopped on the TLC channel…" Sky muttered then, Bridge staring up at the television to find that he had stopped changing channels without thinking. "And I don't know about you, but these home make over shows don't do a thing for me."
"Me either," Bridge laughed then, tossing down the controller as a silent invitation for Sky to give it a try. After finishing off his third slice of pizza, he snatched up the remote and began flipping through the channels. The guy took a heavy breath, suddenly clearing his throat and murmuring, "Sorry I've been being a jerk."
Sky narrowed his eyes, stopping on a channel and setting down the remote. "It's fine… I deserve it," he admitted then, shifting his body against the couch to face Bridge now. The two stared at each other for a moment, Bridge swallowing the last bit of the piece of pizza he had just gotten. "So, yeah… don't worry about it."