Wednesday, March 7, 2012

yet another day goes by

Zeke found him a little rental place. His boss owned it and gave him a good deal. It was old and rather small. But with two bedrooms and a bathroom. It was his little place. Although, he hadn't done much to it.

"Oh, I want to see it." Randi begged. They were on the phone quite a lot. A part of him felt good about that, but still if felt very raw. He felt as if he didn't know how to act around her. So they talked on the phone. It was best that way.

"Uh." He looked at the naked walls. He didn't even own a TV. There was an ancient couch in the livingroom and his laptop for comfort. "No, you don't." The blinds were a bit dusty and out of date. He was surprised he wasn't sick of the place yet. It seemed no one wanted the run down property. But it was just him. And he'd spent a lot of time here. He could walk to work.

Seriously, he still felt as if he had a bad cold that he could not shake. Perhaps it had to do with crying for a complete week. Maybe more. It was just devastating. Still Caitlin hadn't called. Never asked about him. He was beginning to hate her. But he didn't say this because he didn't want it to be true.

There were tears. Cold chills. His limbs hurt from sleeping on the couch. But still, he got up in the morning. Went to class. Came home for lunch, not wanting to eat, and then walked to work, even on the coldest days. Sometimes, without a coat.

He'd only called Caitlin once, before he changed phones. He no longer wanted to be on her phone plan. Still she'd said nothing. The silence only made it certain that she'd never have anything to do with him, again. She didn't have his phone number, anymore.

"So tell me..what are you doing?" He asked Randi about the baby. He knew she was busy, but he was glad she had a little time in her day to chat with him.

His mother kept vowing to come out there. Stay with him. This alarmed him, even more. He didn't want his mother's help. Zeke wanted to figure this out, on his own. It was just slow though. He still wanted to make his own shortbread cookies. But he never felt like it.

"Look, I'm going to make you something. And when I do. I'll bring it to you." He told Randi now.

"How about tomorrow?" She asked then.

"That's..that's too soon." He told her. He didn't even have butter in the house.

"Then..then how about a movie?" He guessed she was asking him out.

"All right." But he was only doing it because she never went anywhere. He guessed that made two of them.

6 comments:

Cafe Fashionista said...

The two of them may just be perfect for one another. :)

Josie said...

I just want them togetherrrr!
xo Josie
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lucy and sarah said...

I feel so sad for Zeke. I know he must feel damaged, but I'm so happy he can be there for Randi.

ivy's closet said...

This was sweet!

Sara said...

I am glad that they are talking, they both need the help and support!

Ben and Molly said...

I love Zeke and Randi, together.