I was glad, but also a bit irked, to have a slow work day. Carrie was trying to drill answers out of me while we were passing each other on the floor. Being a grown adult, I just stuck my tongue out at her and continued working. But there was no way to avoid her when it was time to clock out.

As if she were a lion stalking her pray, she verbally pounced on me as soon as we made it through the door. "How could you get so drunk that you pass out after kissing your ex? Like, I'm pretty sure I've never been THAT drunk." Carrie rambled on.

"I wasn't that drunk!" I groaned going to clock her and myself out.

"Famous drunk statement!" She yelled back to me and I could hear the chair squeak as she sat in it. "Get my purse while you're in there, please." Carrie sang the please.

I grabbed her purse on the way out and threw it down in front of her. "Really, it was just some wine." I said sitting across from her. "It was just everything put together and my brain decided to shut down." I ran my hands threw my hair and cradled my head in my hands.

Carrie leaned back and crossed her legs. "You need to talk about it?" She asked crossing her arms as well.

"No. Too many people want me to talk to them about it." I stated just staring at her blue eyes as she searched mine for any hint of a lie.

"Good, because I've got my own B.S. to deal with." She finally said digging in her purse. This sparked my attention, mainly because it was not about any of my problems. Carrie pulled out her lip balm and began applying it.

"What happened?" I asked flipping the questioning on to her.

Carrie let out a sigh and dropped the lip balm back in her purse. "I have to come up with bail money to get my boyfriend out of jail." She said pulling out her phone. "He had a warrant for not paying a few speeding tickets and I might have had the cops call, because he and I got in to an argument." She looked up from her phone. "Long story short, I need a new lamp for the living-room." Carrie finished by flashing me a smile.

"Damn. That is a brave man who is willing to call you his girlfriend." I said smirking. "Do you need any help? I don't mind loaning you some money."

She shook her head. "Naw, he's been to jail before and he'll be fine for a few days or so. But thanks for the offer." A genuine smile spread across her plump lips.

"Anything to make sure you have some form of distraction from my business." I said jokingly, causing us both to chuckle. "On that note, I'll be seeing you tomorrow. I've got to get ready for a running session." I pushed away from the table and dug in my pockets for my keys.

Carrie jumped up as well. "Running? I had no idea you ran." She slung her purse over her shoulder.

"I don't, but my room-mate thinks if I don't get out more often that I'll fall in to a deep depression and will waste my life pining after someone who moved on without me." I said poetically.

She raised her eyebrow. "He said that?" She asked skeptically.

"No, but it sounds better when it's put that way. Later." I said heading to my car, dreading reaching my living space. Trudging up to the door after I made it back, I could hear Maurice's loud footsteps trotting around on the inside. Taking a deep breath, I opened to door.

Maurice's gaze shot towards me. "There you are!" He was a little to happy about this. "Hurry up and get changed so we can go!" I looked his outfit over so I could get an idea of what 'ready' was. He wore a baggy, red, hoodie and black basketball shorts, despite the cold weather. The same tennis shoe from yesterday were back on his feet with a pair of white sock, barely, visible.

"Why shorts?" I asked, ignoring his other response.

Maurice looked down at his own before looking back at me, smile on his face. His facial expressions helped to make him look attractive. That might be why Roger was 'involved' with him. "As you start to run, your blood pumps faster and helps to warm your body up." He stated stretching his arms. "Now get ready!" Maurice exclaimed, becoming impatient.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going." I shuffled to my room. Digging through the dresser and closet, it then struck me. I was not even sure if I owned anything I could run in. Just as I was about to give up, I found a pair of Ralph's gray, shorts that he had left, sometime ago. Would it have gone against the reason I was running in the first place if I used his shorts. At that point I did not really care. Throwing them on, with a plain white shirt and black hoodie, I joined Maurice, shoes in hand. He groaned, but other than that, said nothing as I slipped on and tied them. "Alright. We can go now." I said getting Maurice's attention.

"Finally!" He said clapping his hands together and led me back out the door. Once again, I was exposed to the cold weather outside. "Since your just starting out, how about we go for about ten minutes then head back?" Maurice seemed to be negotiating more with himself than with me.

"Okay." I said not really too interested. My thinking was the sooner we start, the sooner we could get home and sleep. "Let's get started." I took off before he could agree, but he easily caught up. Man, was I out of shape since high school. After the first ten minutes of running, non-stop, I was out of breath and there was a pain drilling at my side. Maurice stopped and I took the chance to grip my side as I leaned against a lamp-post.

"That's a good start. Now let's just run back and we can be done for the day." Maurice was breathing heavy but he did not seem as tired as I was.

"Can we walk back?" I, almost, begged still clutching at my side. "I'm not sure if I could run all the way back too." I said, wincing when I gripped at a tender spot. Instead of an answer, when I looked up, Maurice was already making his way back. I let out a loud groan and ran after him, not even trying to keep up with him, let alone catch up.

When I finally got home, Maurice was already relaxing on the couch eating an apple. "You finally made it back." He mocked me.

I was too tired to be angry and the only thing I could do to show my disapproval was glare at him. My breathing was still heavy and my heart was pumping so fast, I thought it might give out at any second.

Maurice patted my leg, causing the burning sensation to increase. He chuckled as he made his way to the kitchen. "You did such a good job, how about I order from the chinese place you like for dinner?" The only thing I could reply with was a short 'ugh'. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." I could hear him on the phone as I let my body rest, and with my mind on the numbness, it was not filled with thoughts of Ralph for once.

A/N: Thought I'd update before I tried to get some sleep. :)

IstoleRogerPants: XD Ahhhhhh! No, I just cleaned up (a little .) ^^ Hopefully the update was worth the wait.

Til next update. *Epic superhero pose.*