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*It was a cold, cold, wet night when Erik walked out of work. No Jace beside him. No Lewie to make him feel better. Nobody. He began to wonder. If maybe, just maybe, it had all been a dream. A disillusion that no one could replace. Had he dreamed the whole thing? Jace? Been nothing more than a memory of what he thought he wanted. Had Lewie been a memory to simply back him up? The fact that his dreams and reality were starting to run together only made things worse. He couldn't help but wonder anything. He couldn't even help but wonder what Curtis thought. Curtis? It seemed that Curtis wanted nothing more than to ruin him. But that’s not how Curtis was. And Erik knew that. So why did it matter what Curtis thought? Why would Curtis do something like this anyway? Why would Curtis drive Erik, completely, absolutely, mad? Unless, that’s what he was doing to Curtis….
~
Erik hadn’t really realized but Curtis was beginning to feel very distant from Erik. All Curtis could feel anymore for Erik was sadness. Because he felt he was losing his one true love. Curtis loved Erik dearly, and he thought Erik knew that. With the way things were going lately, all he could feel was sadness and regret. And fear that he was losing his true love. To Jace. Jace, who he’d never met. But he’d only heard of in Erik’s many numerous, numerous stories, seemed like a nice person, but maybe not what he’d had in mind.
~
Erik, however, wanted nothing more than to be friends with Jace. And he wanted Curtis know that he loved him. With everything that was going on, how was anybody going to do anything? How was Erik going to just stay friends with Jace? How was he going to prove to Curtis that he’s not cheating on him? And more importantly, How was Curtis going to get Erik back?
~
A week later, Erik found himself looking at the clock as he walked back into the kitchen. Jace walked by a few seconds later. She started at him as he worked quietly. They were the only two in the kitchen. Jace looked at him oddly.
“Hey!” she said.
“Huh?” Erik asked.
“Knock it off!” she exclaimed.
“Knock what off?” Erik asked, still unsure of what was going on.
“Stop being emo!*“ She snapped at him.
“How am I being emo?” he asked.
“You haven’t said a word all day. Should I be concerned you brought a gun with you today?” Jace asked.
“I’m just…I’m tired…and I’m trying to get things done. Plus, you know, I’m trying this new thing where I don’t piss of anybody or say anything that might fuck me over” Erik explained.
“Oh…And uh…gun, should I be concerned?” Jace asked again.
“No. No gun. I’m not like that” Erik said.
“Oh good. I was beginning to wonder” Jace trailed off “But um.. If you need to talk, let me know, okay?” Jace said.
“Yeah, Alright…” Erik trailed off as Jace walked out of the kitchen
~
It was nearing two. He’d went in to work at five AM when his phone had rang, waking Curtis in the process, asking him to come in. He didn’t usually work mornings, but hell, since he hadn’t been getting much sleep anyway, if any, he figured he mine as well make some money. Fifteen more minutes and he could leave. Go home. Go to Curtis. Try to, once again, speak his mind to Curtis, tell him what was really going on.
“Erik watch out!” John hollered as he turned to see Erik walk right into Lewie. The trays of dirty dishes they had collided, causing a mess of broken cups and various juices to spill all over her.
“Nice going! Look, I know you were staring goo-goo eyes at me and all, but I’m just not that into you” Lewie said sarcastically as she tried to wipe off the food that was stuck to her clothes.
“I…I’m…Suh-Sorry” Erik stuttered. Jace walked in as Lewie regained her demeanor and Erik collected his things.
“What’s wrong?” Jace asked as Erik walked by. He looked exhausted.
“We just had a collision” Lewie explained.
“Oh” Jace said. Erik looked up to the clock.
“Oh thank god….” Erik trailed off.
“What?” Lewie asked. Erik walked to the coat rack and grabbed his jacket.
“I was starting to wonder if this day would ever end. I’m out of here guys” Erik pulled on his jacket and walked out of the kitchen. He went to the copy room, clocked out, and made his way to the door. As he got ready to walk out he heard a voice.
“Hey Erik! Over here! I’ve been looking for you for ten minutes!” Erik spun around. It was Curtis. He was sitting at a booth over by the window. Erik slowly walked over to the booth.
“I thought we could have lunch out. And you’ve said the food is pretty good here, so I figured I’d just meet you up here” Curtis said kindly. Erik nodded.
“Uh…Yeah…okay” he said. Curtis looked at him confused.
“Something the matter?” he asked.
“Just…tired. You know, working an AM shift, not used to it and all” Erik half lied.
“Ah. Understood. Well sit down!” Curtis smiled. Erik tried to smile. It’d seemed like forever since he’d seen Curtis smile. How he missed Curtis’s smile. So Erik sat down. Pulled his coat off and sat it down next to himself. He looked around. He’d never actually eaten at the restaurant, even before he’d been hired. He looked around and was just able to spot the kitchen. He could see John, Paul, Lewie and Jace all staring at him. George was serving a table next to him when he stopped by.
“Hey. Thought you were going home” he said.
“Meh. I decided to have lunch” Erik tried to act happy. He was tired, but he didn’t need anybody freaking out about him. anybody.
“Ah. Okay. Have fun” George walked away.
“So how are you today?” Curtis asked. He was a little tired, but he knew Erik was worse.
“Oh um…alright.” Erik said “You?”
“Just a bit tired, otherwise okay” Curtis replied.
“Oh…Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you up” Erik apologized as he rubbed his arm.
“Dude, it’s fine. Really” Curtis said. Sounding more like he did when they’d first met. Why was Curtis having this sudden change of heart? “Your doing it again” Curtis said, bringing Erik out of his odd daze.
“Huh?” He asked, caught off guard.
“Your rubbing your arm again. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” Curtis asked. Erik looked down. Curtis was right, he had been rubbing his arm.
“I..I’m fine” Erik lied. He looked around.
“Good afternoon! Welcome to our quaint little restaurant!” came a happy, chipper, female voice. Erik closed his eyes. There she stood, her short stature, her long brown hair in a pony tail. “My name is Jace and I’ll be your server today” She said happily.
Oh no. Not Jace, let me be dreaming. Anyone but Jace…
Erik looked at Curtis, and put his head in his hands. Things could not go worse.
“Hey Erik! I thought you were going home?” She asked. Scratch that. They just got worse. Erik looked up, he put on a fake smile.
“Oh yeah…I just really like you all that much, you know how it is” he said, trying to add a fake laugh.
“So your Jace!” Curtis exclaimed, a smile across his face.
“Oh yes. I’m the infamous Jace. And you must be….”
“Curtis” he said as he offered her a hand. She shook it.
“Nice to meet you Curtis” Jace said
“You too” Curtis replied
“Whatever he’s told you, it’s a lie” Jace joked.
“Oh okay. I’ll have to keep that in mind” Curtis replied happily.
“Sooo…What can I get for you guys today?” Jace asked, changing the topic. Curtis thought for a moment.
“I think I’ll get the steak and potatoes. Cooked medium. Side of bacon would be excellent” Curtis said, handing the menu to Jace.
“Same thing” Erik said, not looking at Jace as he handed her his menu.
“Alright” Jace said, and walked away. Curtis waited a few minutes.
“She seems nice” he said.
“Huh?” Erik asked confused.
“I said that she seems nice” Curtis repeated himself.
“Oh. Yeah” Erik said.
“So. It makes sense why you like her so much” Curtis said.
“What?” Erik asked.
“You like her. It makes sense why” Curtis said.
“Oh” Erik was quiet.
“So. When are you going to make a move on her?” Curtis asked.
“What? I’m not going to” Erik stated.
“Why not? You like her so much” Curtis replied.
“Because….I’m with you” Erik went on.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed” Curtis was beginning to get a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“What are you getting at?” Erik asked
“Oh nothing..” Curtis said in a humming tone. Erik sighed and shook his head.
“So um…I had a dream about us the other night” He said.
“Oh?” Curtis asked, changing his tone a bit.
“Yeah….” Erik trailed off. He knew he shouldn’t have brought up the dream, but Curtis’s tone just made him not want to talk about it that much more.
“Well? What was it about?” Curtis asked.
“Oh um…Well…You and me went to a club…and we just partied” Erik said, trying not to make him angry.
“I see. Sounds like fun” Curtis admitted.
“And we uh…talked” Erik stated.
“About?” Curtis questioned.
“Us” Erik responded. Curtis said nothing. He just stared at Erik. A few moments later, their food arrived. Lunch was quiet between the two of them. Erik tried not to look up to Curtis, who seemed somewhat angry. But somehow, like he was trying to keep his cool in public. Suddenly, Curtis stood up.
“I’ll be back….restroom…” he muttered as he walked away.
“Hey Erik!” A voice called. He sighed and closed his eyes. Now what? he thought to himself. Then Lewie was standing by the table.
“Hey! We were just making jokes in the kitchen” she explained in a chipper tone.
“Oh yeah?” Erik asked, changing his demeanor as he looked up.
“Yeah. And we were playing the impersonation game” she replied.
“Bet you won that” Erik stated as he looked around for Curtis.
“Damn right I did” she snapped.
“How?” he asked, trying to act intrigued.
“Like this!” she said and she began to rub her arm and seem anti-social. “Oh…Luh-look at muh-me. I-I-I’m always so vuh-very nervous and I uh..huh-have a hu-hu-huge cru-crush on Juh-Jace I dr-dream about her a-ah-all the tuh-time” Lewie stuttered playfully. Erik’s face turned red.
“You do huh?” a voice exclaimed loudly. Erik looked behind Lewie. There stood Curtis, his face etched with anger.
“Curt-” Erik began.
“No. You know what?” Curtis said, fury in his voice. He grabbed his things, fished his keys out of his jacket pocket and threw some money on the table. Then he pointed at Erik. “You can go fuck yourself” he scolded and with that, he stormed out of the restaurant. Erik watched as Curtis stomped to his car and sped out of the parking lot. Erik looked over to Lewie in anger. Then, without a word, he calmed down.
“I..I’m sorry dude. I didn’t know…” She said, trying to grasp her mind out what had just happened.
“It’s fine…” Erik lied. He grabbed his coat. “I’ll see you later” he said in a flat tone. He walked out and around the building into the back door. He snuck into the break room. Then he tossed his coat over to the table and reached for the phone. He quickly dialed Curtis’s cell phone. No answer. Again. It rang twice, then no answer. Once more. Straight to voicemail. “Curtis…please pick up…you don’t understand. I have been having a lack of sleep….and I have been dreaming about you!…it’s just…Come on Curtis, at least give me a chance to talk things over with you! Come on! Please pick up…” Erik leaned up against the wall. “Please Curtis…I love you. Jace is just a friend…please….” Erik hung up the phone and slid to the floor. He put his knees up and buried his head in his arms. He was tired. He was hurt. He was downright miserable. But still, he couldn’t cry. He just wanted to melt into nothingness.
~
Quite a few hours had passed when Erik faintly heard footsteps.
“Erik?” a voice asked, pulling him out of his semi-sleep. It was Jace. “What are you doing on the floor? I thought you went home” she asked as she helped him up.
“Eh…no..” he mumbled drowsily. “I didn’t want to make Curtis even madder at me”
“Oh. So, do you feel like explaining this to me or do I have to tell you how much I know?” Jace asked. Erik shrugged.
“Guess” he said. “Because let’s face it. You seem to have a knack for knowing everything I do or think” he admitted, thinking back about the time when they’d dreamt the same dream. Jace thought a moment.
“Alright, so let me think…” she said. “Curtis…he’s your brother?” Jace asked. Erik shook his head. “Is he even related to you?” she paused. “Wait. No…he’s not” she answered herself. “Roommate?” she asked.
“You could say that” Erik said flatly. Jace thought a bit longer. Then she stopped. Her jaw dropped as she came to the reality of the situation.
“Your gay!” she shrieked. Erik nodded.
“More or less…” he trailed off.
“I don’t know how I could have been so blind. And Curtis….oh Curtis is your boyfriend!’ She exclaimed. Jace couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen it before. Erik simply nodded.
“And now he’s mad at me” he said.
“Why?” Jace asked. Erik sighed. “You know what? I’m off in ten, let’s carry this conversation on at my house, okay?” she suggested.
“Yeah…okay” Erik agreed.
“Meet me by my car…actually, here’s the keys so you can get it warmed up for us” Jace said as she went back to work.
~
It was dark now. Jace and Erik were just getting out of the car and to her house. Jace went to her room, changed and went back to the living room, where Erik was sitting on the couch.
“So okay. Explain this thing to me, because I want to help” Jace said as she sat down.
“You want to help?” Erik asked.
“Yeah. I do. Speak” She said flatly.
“Well. It’s a long story. So get comfortable” Erik sighed.
~

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*It was a cold, cold, wet night when Erik walked out of work. No Jace beside him. No Lewie to make him feel better. Nobody. He began to wonder. If maybe, just maybe, it had all been a dream. A disillusion that no one could replace. Had he dreamed the whole thing? Jace? Been nothing more than a memory of what he thought he wanted. Had Lewie been a memory to simply back him up? The fact that his dreams and reality were starting to run together only made things worse. He couldn't help but wonder anything. He couldn't even help but wonder what Curtis thought. Curtis? It seemed that Curtis wanted nothing more than to ruin him. But that’s not how Curtis was. And Erik knew that. So why did it matter what Curtis thought? Why would Curtis do something like this anyway? Why would Curtis drive Erik, completely, absolutely, mad? Unless, that’s what he was doing to Curtis….
~
Erik hadn’t really realized but Curtis was beginning to feel very distant from Erik. All Curtis could feel anymore for Erik was sadness. Because he felt he was losing his one true love. Curtis loved Erik dearly, and he thought Erik knew that. With the way things were going lately, all he could feel was sadness and regret. And fear that he was losing his true love. To Jace. Jace, who he’d never met. But he’d only heard of in Erik’s many numerous, numerous stories, seemed like a nice person, but maybe not what he’d had in mind.
~
Erik, however, wanted nothing more than to be friends with Jace. And he wanted Curtis know that he loved him. With everything that was going on, how was anybody going to do anything? How was Erik going to just stay friends with Jace? How was he going to prove to Curtis that he’s not cheating on him? And more importantly, How was Curtis going to get Erik back?
~
A week later, Erik found himself looking at the clock as he walked back into the kitchen. Jace walked by a few seconds later. She started at him as he worked quietly. They were the only two in the kitchen. Jace looked at him oddly.
“Hey!” she said.
“Huh?” Erik asked.
“Knock it off!” she exclaimed.
“Knock what off?” Erik asked, still unsure of what was going on.
“Stop being emo!*“ She snapped at him.
“How am I being emo?” he asked.
“You haven’t said a word all day. Should I be concerned you brought a gun with you today?” Jace asked.
“I’m just…I’m tired…and I’m trying to get things done. Plus, you know, I’m trying this new thing where I don’t piss of anybody or say anything that might fuck me over” Erik explained.
“Oh…And uh…gun, should I be concerned?” Jace asked again.
“No. No gun. I’m not like that” Erik said.
“Oh good. I was beginning to wonder” Jace trailed off “But um.. If you need to talk, let me know, okay?” Jace said.
“Yeah, Alright…” Erik trailed off as Jace walked out of the kitchen
~
It was nearing two. He’d went in to work at five AM when his phone had rang, waking Curtis in the process, asking him to come in. He didn’t usually work mornings, but hell, since he hadn’t been getting much sleep anyway, if any, he figured he mine as well make some money. Fifteen more minutes and he could leave. Go home. Go to Curtis. Try to, once again, speak his mind to Curtis, tell him what was really going on.
“Erik watch out!” John hollered as he turned to see Erik walk right into Lewie. The trays of dirty dishes they had collided, causing a mess of broken cups and various juices to spill all over her.
“Nice going! Look, I know you were staring goo-goo eyes at me and all, but I’m just not that into you” Lewie said sarcastically as she tried to wipe off the food that was stuck to her clothes.
“I…I’m…Suh-Sorry” Erik stuttered. Jace walked in as Lewie regained her demeanor and Erik collected his things.
“What’s wrong?” Jace asked as Erik walked by. He looked exhausted.
“We just had a collision” Lewie explained.
“Oh” Jace said. Erik looked up to the clock.
“Oh thank god….” Erik trailed off.
“What?” Lewie asked. Erik walked to the coat rack and grabbed his jacket.
“I was starting to wonder if this day would ever end. I’m out of here guys” Erik pulled on his jacket and walked out of the kitchen. He went to the copy room, clocked out, and made his way to the door. As he got ready to walk out he heard a voice.
“Hey Erik! Over here! I’ve been looking for you for ten minutes!” Erik spun around. It was Curtis. He was sitting at a booth over by the window. Erik slowly walked over to the booth.
“I thought we could have lunch out. And you’ve said the food is pretty good here, so I figured I’d just meet you up here” Curtis said kindly. Erik nodded.
“Uh…Yeah…okay” he said. Curtis looked at him confused.
“Something the matter?” he asked.
“Just…tired. You know, working an AM shift, not used to it and all” Erik half lied.
“Ah. Understood. Well sit down!” Curtis smiled. Erik tried to smile. It’d seemed like forever since he’d seen Curtis smile. How he missed Curtis’s smile. So Erik sat down. Pulled his coat off and sat it down next to himself. He looked around. He’d never actually eaten at the restaurant, even before he’d been hired. He looked around and was just able to spot the kitchen. He could see John, Paul, Lewie and Jace all staring at him. George was serving a table next to him when he stopped by.
“Hey. Thought you were going home” he said.
“Meh. I decided to have lunch” Erik tried to act happy. He was tired, but he didn’t need anybody freaking out about him. anybody.
“Ah. Okay. Have fun” George walked away.
“So how are you today?” Curtis asked. He was a little tired, but he knew Erik was worse.
“Oh um…alright.” Erik said “You?”
“Just a bit tired, otherwise okay” Curtis replied.
“Oh…Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you up” Erik apologized as he rubbed his arm.
“Dude, it’s fine. Really” Curtis said. Sounding more like he did when they’d first met. Why was Curtis having this sudden change of heart? “Your doing it again” Curtis said, bringing Erik out of his odd daze.
“Huh?” He asked, caught off guard.
“Your rubbing your arm again. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” Curtis asked. Erik looked down. Curtis was right, he had been rubbing his arm.
“I..I’m fine” Erik lied. He looked around.
“Good afternoon! Welcome to our quaint little restaurant!” came a happy, chipper, female voice. Erik closed his eyes. There she stood, her short stature, her long brown hair in a pony tail. “My name is Jace and I’ll be your server today” She said happily.
Oh no. Not Jace, let me be dreaming. Anyone but Jace…
Erik looked at Curtis, and put his head in his hands. Things could not go worse.
“Hey Erik! I thought you were going home?” She asked. Scratch that. They just got worse. Erik looked up, he put on a fake smile.
“Oh yeah…I just really like you all that much, you know how it is” he said, trying to add a fake laugh.
“So your Jace!” Curtis exclaimed, a smile across his face.
“Oh yes. I’m the infamous Jace. And you must be….”
“Curtis” he said as he offered her a hand. She shook it.
“Nice to meet you Curtis” Jace said
“You too” Curtis replied
“Whatever he’s told you, it’s a lie” Jace joked.
“Oh okay. I’ll have to keep that in mind” Curtis replied happily.
“Sooo…What can I get for you guys today?” Jace asked, changing the topic. Curtis thought for a moment.
“I think I’ll get the steak and potatoes. Cooked medium. Side of bacon would be excellent” Curtis said, handing the menu to Jace.
“Same thing” Erik said, not looking at Jace as he handed her his menu.
“Alright” Jace said, and walked away. Curtis waited a few minutes.
“She seems nice” he said.
“Huh?” Erik asked confused.
“I said that she seems nice” Curtis repeated himself.
“Oh. Yeah” Erik said.
“So. It makes sense why you like her so much” Curtis said.
“What?” Erik asked.
“You like her. It makes sense why” Curtis said.
“Oh” Erik was quiet.
“So. When are you going to make a move on her?” Curtis asked.
“What? I’m not going to” Erik stated.
“Why not? You like her so much” Curtis replied.
“Because….I’m with you” Erik went on.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed” Curtis was beginning to get a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“What are you getting at?” Erik asked
“Oh nothing..” Curtis said in a humming tone. Erik sighed and shook his head.
“So um…I had a dream about us the other night” He said.
“Oh?” Curtis asked, changing his tone a bit.
“Yeah….” Erik trailed off. He knew he shouldn’t have brought up the dream, but Curtis’s tone just made him not want to talk about it that much more.
“Well? What was it about?” Curtis asked.
“Oh um…Well…You and me went to a club…and we just partied” Erik said, trying not to make him angry.
“I see. Sounds like fun” Curtis admitted.
“And we uh…talked” Erik stated.
“About?” Curtis questioned.
“Us” Erik responded. Curtis said nothing. He just stared at Erik. A few moments later, their food arrived. Lunch was quiet between the two of them. Erik tried not to look up to Curtis, who seemed somewhat angry. But somehow, like he was trying to keep his cool in public. Suddenly, Curtis stood up.
“I’ll be back….restroom…” he muttered as he walked away.
“Hey Erik!” A voice called. He sighed and closed his eyes. Now what? he thought to himself. Then Lewie was standing by the table.
“Hey! We were just making jokes in the kitchen” she explained in a chipper tone.
“Oh yeah?” Erik asked, changing his demeanor as he looked up.
“Yeah. And we were playing the impersonation game” she replied.
“Bet you won that” Erik stated as he looked around for Curtis.
“Damn right I did” she snapped.
“How?” he asked, trying to act intrigued.
“Like this!” she said and she began to rub her arm and seem anti-social. “Oh…Luh-look at muh-me. I-I-I’m always so vuh-very nervous and I uh..huh-have a hu-hu-huge cru-crush on Juh-Jace I dr-dream about her a-ah-all the tuh-time” Lewie stuttered playfully. Erik’s face turned red.
“You do huh?” a voice exclaimed loudly. Erik looked behind Lewie. There stood Curtis, his face etched with anger.
“Curt-” Erik began.
“No. You know what?” Curtis said, fury in his voice. He grabbed his things, fished his keys out of his jacket pocket and threw some money on the table. Then he pointed at Erik. “You can go fuck yourself” he scolded and with that, he stormed out of the restaurant. Erik watched as Curtis stomped to his car and sped out of the parking lot. Erik looked over to Lewie in anger. Then, without a word, he calmed down.
“I..I’m sorry dude. I didn’t know…” She said, trying to grasp her mind out what had just happened.
“It’s fine…” Erik lied. He grabbed his coat. “I’ll see you later” he said in a flat tone. He walked out and around the building into the back door. He snuck into the break room. Then he tossed his coat over to the table and reached for the phone. He quickly dialed Curtis’s cell phone. No answer. Again. It rang twice, then no answer. Once more. Straight to voicemail. “Curtis…please pick up…you don’t understand. I have been having a lack of sleep….and I have been dreaming about you!…it’s just…Come on Curtis, at least give me a chance to talk things over with you! Come on! Please pick up…” Erik leaned up against the wall. “Please Curtis…I love you. Jace is just a friend…please….” Erik hung up the phone and slid to the floor. He put his knees up and buried his head in his arms. He was tired. He was hurt. He was downright miserable. But still, he couldn’t cry. He just wanted to melt into nothingness.
~
Quite a few hours had passed when Erik faintly heard footsteps.
“Erik?” a voice asked, pulling him out of his semi-sleep. It was Jace. “What are you doing on the floor? I thought you went home” she asked as she helped him up.
“Eh…no..” he mumbled drowsily. “I didn’t want to make Curtis even madder at me”
“Oh. So, do you feel like explaining this to me or do I have to tell you how much I know?” Jace asked. Erik shrugged.
“Guess” he said. “Because let’s face it. You seem to have a knack for knowing everything I do or think” he admitted, thinking back about the time when they’d dreamt the same dream. Jace thought a moment.
“Alright, so let me think…” she said. “Curtis…he’s your brother?” Jace asked. Erik shook his head. “Is he even related to you?” she paused. “Wait. No…he’s not” she answered herself. “Roommate?” she asked.
“You could say that” Erik said flatly. Jace thought a bit longer. Then she stopped. Her jaw dropped as she came to the reality of the situation.
“Your gay!” she shrieked. Erik nodded.
“More or less…” he trailed off.
“I don’t know how I could have been so blind. And Curtis….oh Curtis is your boyfriend!’ She exclaimed. Jace couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen it before. Erik simply nodded.
“And now he’s mad at me” he said.
“Why?” Jace asked. Erik sighed. “You know what? I’m off in ten, let’s carry this conversation on at my house, okay?” she suggested.
“Yeah…okay” Erik agreed.
“Meet me by my car…actually, here’s the keys so you can get it warmed up for us” Jace said as she went back to work.
~
It was dark now. Jace and Erik were just getting out of the car and to her house. Jace went to her room, changed and went back to the living room, where Erik was sitting on the couch.
“So okay. Explain this thing to me, because I want to help” Jace said as she sat down.
“You want to help?” Erik asked.
“Yeah. I do. Speak” She said flatly.
“Well. It’s a long story. So get comfortable” Erik sighed.
~