I hope you're doing well.
Can't say I'm doing well. But I am doing better than I have in years.
I hate your guts but I still miss you. Out here I can remember how we used to be.
Yours,
Jack
After writing that Jack crumpled it up and placed it into his pocket.
"What is that you're writing there?" Aaron asked. "And when the hell are we going to go get a drink?"
Alan felt the bristles on his chin and jaw. He didn't feel like going out. Unless he could shave before. But he should shave before he saw Imogen later.
"I don't feel like a drink today." Alan said.
"He doesn't want to get whiskey dick!" Jack said.
Aaron gave him the eye. Mikayla didn't hear that. Or acted like she didn't. Aaron didn't want to check to conspicuously.
"What? They're adults. They can do whatever they want. This isn't high school."
"Indeed it ain't, mate. But it seems like you're still acting like it," Aaron said.
"Oh Burn! You got me!"
"Since when are you the mature one?" Alan grinned.
"Since I've been spending my days with Mr. Hollywood here."
Alan burst out into laughter. Aaron laughed along.
"That's a good fucking nickname. Mr. Hollywood."
Jack smiled but was obviously not enjoying it.
"You know what?" Alan said, "I think Hollywood is better. Yeah. Hollywood."
"Yeah since I've been hanging out with Hollywood. You can learn a lot about yourself by knowing who you ain't." Aaron said.
"Enough, guys. I get it. Jeez."
"Ah fuck. But when are we gonna grab a drink. Mikayla! You know what would work really nice at this cafe? Drinks!" Aaron shouted with his hands cupped over his mouth.
Can't say I'm doing well. But I am doing better than I have in years.
I hate your guts but I still miss you. Out here I can remember how we used to be.
Yours,
Jack
After writing that Jack crumpled it up and placed it into his pocket.
"What is that you're writing there?" Aaron asked. "And when the hell are we going to go get a drink?"
Alan felt the bristles on his chin and jaw. He didn't feel like going out. Unless he could shave before. But he should shave before he saw Imogen later.
"I don't feel like a drink today." Alan said.
"He doesn't want to get whiskey dick!" Jack said.
Aaron gave him the eye. Mikayla didn't hear that. Or acted like she didn't. Aaron didn't want to check to conspicuously.
"What? They're adults. They can do whatever they want. This isn't high school."
"Indeed it ain't, mate. But it seems like you're still acting like it," Aaron said.
"Oh Burn! You got me!"
"Since when are you the mature one?" Alan grinned.
"Since I've been spending my days with Mr. Hollywood here."
Alan burst out into laughter. Aaron laughed along.
"That's a good fucking nickname. Mr. Hollywood."
Jack smiled but was obviously not enjoying it.
"You know what?" Alan said, "I think Hollywood is better. Yeah. Hollywood."
"Yeah since I've been hanging out with Hollywood. You can learn a lot about yourself by knowing who you ain't." Aaron said.
"Enough, guys. I get it. Jeez."
"Ah fuck. But when are we gonna grab a drink. Mikayla! You know what would work really nice at this cafe? Drinks!" Aaron shouted with his hands cupped over his mouth.