Ha, im on a roll :) Chapter 9 yay! I dont have much to say, so...read and review please :)
"Do you want to order now?" The elderly waitress asked me for the third time.
I shook my head. "No. Still waiting for my date."
"How long has it been?"
"Almost an hour." I said, with a sigh to the waitress I had gotten to know over the last hour.
She looked at me, a almost motherly look on her face. "Baby, when a girl doesn't show up after an hour, she's just not gonna show up at all. Sorry."
My heart sank and I sighed, "Of course."
"So sorry, hon. Still want something to eat? Coffee and a slice of apple pie on me?" She offered.
Shaking my head again, I said, "No thanks. I think I'll crawl home and lick off my wounds. Thanks Beatrice." I stood and left the diner.
I took one last look through the parking lot then headed to my car. I looked at myself in the window's reflection.
A well-dressed immature kid looked back at me.
I made a face at my reflection then got in the car, feeling dejected for the second time today.
"Course Sara didn't show, it's actually not a big surprise. Knew it was too good to be true. Dressed with nowhere to go now." I said to myself, taking out my cell phone and scrolling through the contacts.
I called Erica, but she didn't pick up; then without thinking, I dialed Skye's number.
"Hello?"
"Oh shoot!" I yelled, realizing I had called her.
"Greg?"
I blushed, "Yeah, sorry. I, um…Didn't mean to call you."
"Did you butt-dial me?" She asked, with a slight laugh.
"No. I just called, but I didn't really realize that I called you. God, I feel like an idiot. Nice talkin to ya, I think I'll just crawl under the covers and die now."
Skye laughed. "It's not a problem. What's up?"
"I…Sara stood me up." I blurted out, feeling stupider and more pathetic.
"She did? Oh, I'm sorry, Greggo." Skye said, sounding genuinely sympathetic.
"I was stupid to think she'd want to go out with me."
"I'm not gonna be Doctor Phil here, ok? I'm not gonna solve your relationship problems, cuz I have a feeling that you're gonna start to ramble on about that, and I don't have enough minutes on my cell plan for that. But I do want you to come over."
"Over where?"
"The mall. It's just off The Strip. You know where it is, right? Cuz I suck at giving directions in Vegas."
"You suck at giving directions anywhere, Skye." A guy's voice laughed in the background. Ryan.
Skye laughed and denied it, as I said, "I know where it is, but I don't think I should go."
"Why not?"
Looking at myself in the mirror, I said, "I don't want to be a third wheel."
"You won't. Greggo, you should come. Neither Ryan or I know how to get around here, it'd be good to have a person who knows Vegas."
"No, you two have fun. I'm not going. I'm gonna go home, watch the Discovery Channel, eat then sleep." I made up my mind and started the car.
"Are you sure? Ryan doesn't mind, do you?" She asked him in the background and there was a weird noise and a 'Ow!' then I heard Ryan say, "No, I don't mind. It'd be fun."
I knew Skye had elbowed him or something to make him say that. "No thanks guys. I'll see you tomorrow Skye."
"Ok…" Skye hesitated a little. "Will you be fine?"
"I'll be fine. Bye, Skye."
"Ok. Bye Greg." She said and hung up.
I started to drive to The Strip. My plans changed, I was going to buy myself something nice with the money I was gonna use on the date, and have myself a good dinner. Then I'll head home and be alone.
As I drove to a nearby shopping plaza I kept thinking that and I was feeling a little bit more cheerful. Until I walked past a restaurant and looked in the window.
I saw 2 people laughing and eating their dinner, having a great time.
One of them was Grissom, which was a surprise because as far as I knew, he never had a life besides bugs and work. The other was Sara.
She was sitting there, happily having dinner with Grissom.
Well, this makes my day better! I thought, feeling like I was a Nobody. I was a nerd that nobody really liked, I shouldn't have expected Sara to show up, but it did come as a surprise that she ditched me for Grissom.
Of course, I must have heard the rumors about Grissom and Sara flying around the lab.
I am such an idiot.
Before Grissom or Sara could notice the poor fool gaping at them from the outside looking in, I hurried off, to my car and drove home, too depressed to do anything but crawl into my bed and sleep.
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"And we can't slow down cause more is best, it's a never ending process. Well, I miss Mayberry. Sittin on the porch, drinking ice-cold cherry Coke. Where everything is black and white." Skye sang as she walked into the locker room at the end of the work shift.
"Is that a country song?" I asked, making a face.
"Yeah. It's awesome, ain't it?" She said, purposely making her Southern accent more pronounced.
"Ew, gross. Can you sound any more Southern? No, wait! Don't even try. I can't even stand it now."
Skye made a face at me, but then laughed. "Fine." She said in her normal voice and turned to her locker, just across from mine. "So how was your night?"
"It was better than yesterday. We got the bodies in the morgue and it's actually pretty simple. Wifey and Husband got mad, and fought. Wife killed husband, stuffed him in the washer and collapsed a bit away from her wounds."
"So happy together, huh?" She smiled and took out a white jacket. It looked a big on her, I was sure it was Ryan's jacket.
Were they that close enough for Skye to wear his jacket?
"Is that Ryan's?" It just slipped out of my mouth.
"Yeah. All of mine are in the wash."
I couldn't resist. "Along with Ryan?"
Skye laughed and shook her head. "No way. I couldn't do that to anyone. Plus the fact that it ain't my washer, it's Nick's."
Smiling, I just grabbed my jacket.
"So how was your date with Sara?" She asked, absentmindedly, slipping on Ryan's jacket.
The subject made my face tighten. "She stood me up." I slammed the locker door shut.
Skye looked horrified. "I asked that yesterday, I'm such an idiot." Her face turned red and she looked like the perfect example of 'foot in your mouth'. "I'm sorry, Greg."
"It's fine. At least you feel bad about it." I muttered, remembering the whole awkward day with Sara.
She said she 'forgot' and I knew she didn't see me yesterday while she was out with Grissom. She didn't sound sorry, and that just made me a little mad, but mostly miserable.
"Greg, I honestly feel like the stupidest person on the planet." the pretty Southern Belle moaned, shutting her locker door.
I smiled at her. "I'm over it. It's ok."
"Sorry." She said one more time.
"So, what did you and Ryan do?"
Skye bit her lip, smiling. "Do you really wanna know?" She said mischievously.
I blushed this time. "Not anymore."
She laughed, "Nothing like that, it's always fun to see you blush. Anyways, we got lost in Vegas. Ryan, being the apparent human GPS, led us straight past the parking lot where my car was and we pretty much walked to the Strip. Finally made it to my car after 30 minutes of wandering and I drove to Ryan's hotel, left him there, then headed back to Nick's."
We started walking out of the building.
"So where's he been all day? It is night shift, and you're at work. What'd he do all day?" I asked, curious.
"He slept half the day, then said he'd go out to the casinos and play poker for a bit." Skye said.
"Oh ok."
"Greg, I found this great place in Summerlin. It's a condo, not too big, but it's nice. I just got it and there's not much in it yet, but you wanna come over? Nick and Erica are coming, possibly." Skye said, as we neared our cars, which were next to each other with just a car in-between us.
I hesitated for a second. "Sure. I'll need the address."
"Ok." She said, and handed me a piece of paper with the address scribbled on it. Her handwriting was a mix of cursive and print, the words were a little slanted and the words were blurred from the ink she wrote in.
I looked at it, reading the address, a small part of me wondering if it was the right address.
"That's the right address, I think." Skye said.
I looked up to her.
She smiled sheepishly. "I just got it, I havent really learned the address yet. I wrote it down everywhere, so hopefully I would remember. I'm sure that's the right one. But if it's not, it's nearby. I'll look for you if you can't find it, ok?"
I smiled. "Ok."
"Bye Greg!" She said and got into her car, as I got into mine. We both drove away, in different directions.
I hoped that the night would go smoothly, I didn't want another disappointment ontop of a rough day yesterday.
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