Jeremy laughed into the receiver and rolled his eyes as if his friend could see him. “You’re such a smart ass I swear… and okay, okay… I’m on my way.” Before he could even say bye, the line had been disconnected, and he was left with silence again. “I’ll be home soon!” He yelled as if anyone would hear him, but no one was ever home. Throwing on his jacket and then hiding the bottle on the inside, he grabbed his car keys and exited the Abrams house. The drive to Mark’s house was short, so he didn’t even bother turning on the radio. Pulling into the driveway, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed Mark’s. Again the boy picked up, but before he could say anything Jeremy laughed and said, “Open the front door ass hole, I’m here.” Clicking his phone off, much like Mark did earlier, he ran up to the opened front door and pulled his drink out, leaning against the wall to meet the eyes of his best friend. Taking a big drink he said, “Long time no see man.” He was happy to see his best friend, especially because he had so much to talk about, and he knew Mark did too. It’d been way too long. Shutting the door as he walked farther into the familiar home, he turned to Mark and offered him a drink from his wine bottle, but automatically noticed he was holding a bottle of his own. Laughing he added, “and they wonder how we’re friends.” Looking at his eel he said, “How-how have you been, Mark?” Taking another drink, he waited for a response.
Mark smiled at Jeremy, noticing a little bit of tensity in his movement, but also a bit of relaxation in his eyes, and that smile…. that “I’m ready to just get fucked up and totally wasted with you” smile that reminded Mark of all the fun times he and Jeremy used to have. Yes, used to because god forbid he take five seconds out of his relationship with Liz to call Mark every now and again… especially with all the shit that seemed to be going on in his life lately, and having to face all of it on his own it seemed. Plus, Jeremy was also in a few situations of his own, so maybe drinking with Mark and just venting was best. At Jeremy’s laugh, a wide smile came on his face and then he noticed the bottle in his own hand, then his friend’s. A laugh escaped Mark, and then a smile. A truly genuine smile appeared on his own features as he waited for Jeremy to speak again. Biting his lip he shrugged. “I’ve been better… how about you Jeremy?”
Jeremy stared at his phone for a good 30 minutes, debating if he should text Liz back about this party Adriane was having, or if he should just pretend his phone was off or that he didn’t have service because he forgot to pay the bill. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hang out with Lizzie tonight, or that he didn’t love her… really, he did love her, he just had come to a point where he wasn’t sure any more… about anything. He hadn’t really associated with his family in at least a week. and he hadn’t even talked to Mark for at least a month…. and when he talked to Liz it was short and sweet, and they’d go out every now and again and smile or laugh then be home within the maximum of two or three hours. It had all became so stale, and Jeremy couldn’t decide if he were happy or sad… or maybe both all at the same time if that were even possible. He’d been so worried about everyone lately on top of that too; Kate, Anna… even Andy. They’d all changed or so he thought they did… but maybe they weren’t really changing at all, and Jeremy was just living in some kind of repetitious continuum.
Sighing, then placing his head in his hands, a pressure in his head seemed to strengthen and pulse, leaving him feeling dizzy and irritated… more so than he already was. Standing up finally, he grabbed his phone and walked out of his room, headed to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of liquor he knew was hidden in the back of the pantry. Quickly dialing on his crappy phone, he didn’t waste any time opening the bottle and taking a big swig before hearing a voice come over the other line. Sighing at the slightly unfamiliar (As of lately) voice, he bit his lip and said, “Hey… Mark… it’s Jeremy. Can we hang out… maybe? I-I know it’s been forever… California I think… that was the last time I saw you… but I’ve got this headache and right now you’re just about the only person I think would understand… if you’re busy though it’s okay, really… I’ll understand…” he trailed off then, avoiding any more rambling and swallowed hard, waiting for a response.
Mark decided to do what he did every Sunday; absolutely nothing. This wasn’t a choice of course, mostly an “only option” kind of ordeal but what did that matter anyway? He pretty much was done with giving any shits and didn’t really have anything better to do. Lately he’d been in quite the slump, especially with his best friend Jeremy nearly out of his life, it wasn’t like he had much to look forward too… well, until he got a phone call. Staring blankly at the caller I.D. before actually answering it, he was shocked to hear the voice matched what the screen told him; Jeremy Abrams was actually calling him. Running a hand through his mess of curly hair he held his breath, waiting for the rambling boy to finish. A slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth as he sarcastically said, “The Jeremy Abrams wants to hang out with lil’ ol’ me? Well shucks, I’m just downright honored and obliged.” Standing up and walking downstairs he said, “You know you don’t have to ask. Just get your ass over here Abrams.” He leaned against the counter and took a quick swig of whatever bottle of whine was nearest to him and hung up the phone. He couldn’t lie, it’d be nice to see Jeremy… talk to Jeremy, maybe help him feel better.
I’m not sure. I’m not really anything I think…
If only the weekend never ended and we didn’t have to go to school tomorrow.
A couple times when I was drunk, yeah.
Nope, can’t say I have anon. Sorry to disappoint.
I think I’m meant to get away. The City Life is what I need.
That’s a bit of an odd question don’t you think?
Yeah, I don’t see him around as much any more. We talk, he’s my best friend, but yeah I hardly get to see him.
