Armie lay in his bed and listened to Timothee. He would hear him walking around in his bedroom. One time, he even heard Timothee crying. He wanted to go to him and hold him. But he knew his place, and it wasn't holding his boss.
Timothee was in his bed. He couldn't sleep, so he got up. He walked around his parent's room, looking at the pictures on the wall. It hit him hard. He felt like a bad son for not coming home when asked and making his mom and dad come to see him. He got back in bed, rolled up in a ball, and cried himself to sleep. Timothee woke to a loud noise downstairs. He got up and went to see what was going on. He saw a light on in the kitchen.
"Well, good morning, Timothee."
Timothee looked at him.
"It's still dark out, what are you doing?"
"Well, cooking eggs and bacon."
"What?"
"We need to eat and head out."
Timothee looked at him. Then he sat down at the table. Armie thought he was cute with his hair all over his head.
"So, are you ready for today?"
"Sure, thanks for taking me."
"Anytime."
Timothee and Armie looked at each other. After they ate, Timothee looked at Armie.
"Well, I should go get ready. Meet you in ten?"
"Yes," Armie said.
Timothee ran to his room and put on his blue jeans and one of the t-shirts with the Be My Peach logo that his mom sent him. When he was done getting ready, he went to meet Armie.
Armie cleaned the kitchen, cleaned himself up, and finished getting ready for work. Armie went to the door to wait for Timothee to come so they could leave.
Timothee came back down the stairs when he saw Armie watching him. He stopped and looked at Armie.
"What? Should I put something else on?"
"No, you're fine."
They looked at each other for a moment.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
+TBC