Friday, December 17, 2010
how can it be so
Orval jetted in. At least he could get the dog some water. He let the dog drink and went to see if Ian might be in his room. He tapped on the door lightly. Nothing. He took a peak in and saw Ian laying in bed.
"Hey." Derrick shook him from sleep. "You sick?" Derrick looked around to see if there was any signs of suicidal tendencies.
"Huh?" Ian looked at him. "What are you doing here?"
"You don't look so great." Derrick winced. He couldn't help but give him a hug.
"I-I guess I am sick." Ian slightly pushed him a way, giving him a grimace. Derrick wanted that to be an unlikely story.
"You don't know, for sure?" Derrick wanted to know.
"I-I told Amy I didn't want to see her. And then..then my friend from back home, called. She's pregnant. I threw up. I dunno if its just me being mental or you know, the bug, going around." Ian told him.
Derrick nodded, he guessed he was sick.
"Glad you broke up, for good this time." Derrick told him, giving him a pat on the back.
Ian rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"You wanna hang out tonight?" Derrick asked wishing he could touch Ian's hair, but he was sure he'd missed his chance. Would there ever be a moment he could actually show him that he didn't just want to be friends with him?
"I guess so." Ian shrugged.
"Good." Derrick smiled. Just then he heard the jingle of Orval running through the apartment. "That's just Orval." Derrick knew he had to get the dog out of there before he broke something. Like the Christmas tree.