30 years.
Thirty years came and went in their lives.
Gordie had become a successful writer, and with book deals and movie deals, he didnt need to pick up the pen again. Gordie Lachance figured writing was now just a hobby, and didnt need to worry about money or finances either. He still was kind of cheap in his own way though.
Chris became a lawyer in San Diego for civil rights and for the people, with Lilly as his secretary, and Maurice helping out with some cases, he was busy, but not enough to stay away from home, and his Gordie.
Denny went to college at the University of Southern California, and got his degree in education. Denny would go on to be in a long term relationship with his lover, Barry Nguyen, who also went to USC, getting his degree in psychology.
Life was good in those thirty years.
On this day, Gordie looked in the mirror. Time had flown by. He was a bit shorter, his skin was wrinkled, and he had some bags, from the late nights typing. His hair, still thick, was now salt and peppered. He was dressed in a navy blue tuxedo suit, with a purple, lavender tie. His shoes were a dark leather pair of dress shoes.
A knock came at the door.
In walked someone he knew very well.
Chris was still taller, but he was shorter. His hair was thinner and he was balding a little bit. He had a thick, bushy mustache and beard, blond still, with flecks of gray in it. He was also muscular on his shoulders and chest, but he also had a gut to go with it, looking like a true daddy bear. His black tuxedo and shoes seemed to agree with him.
"Hey babe, you look good." Chris said, with a smile.
Gordie reached for his lavender perfume bottle, Chris bent over and nibbled on his neck.
"Will you stop" he said giggling. "Isn't it bad luck?"
Chris laughed, and walked toward the door.
"Well then, hurry up. Jim Obergefell didn't fight so we can wait another day." Chris said, impatiently.
Gordie sprayed his perfume, and looked at the nearby bureau. A series of photographs that were taken as teenagers. The one that caught his eye was one that Teddy took, when they were camping.
Chris had his arm wrapped around Gordie's shoulders, wearing a dusty blue and white tee, in dark jeans and PF Flyers. Gordie was smiling, with a red tee, and light blue jeans and black sneakers.
From youth to this moment, Gordie picked up the photo and cried a bit. It was time to continue this tale to it's next step. As he put down the photo on the bureau, he walked toward the door.
This moment, was thirty years too late. And much too late in the making. Gordie and Chris…since they were kids, to now old men. Finally making their biggest dream a reality.
LaChance-Chambers.
END.