Friday July 19th, 2013 @ 5:30 PMIt had been a long day at work and all Wes wanted to do was sit down in his favorite chair, put his feet up, drink a beer or two, and watch some Sports Center. Parking Sheila on the street, Wes noticed that Matt’s jeep was in the driveway which meant he was home from camp or summer school because those were the only two places he’d been in the last week. In fact Matt had been in a funk and Wes barely saw him. Not that Wes wasn’t keeping busy with little miss thing from the Gala but her wedding date was approaching and she decided to start being loyal to her stranger fiancé. That was why on this particular Friday night he was coming home. The home that he now remembered was kind of a dump and started to smell of a locker room. Cleaning could be done tomorrow. Or Sunday. Or next week. It wasn’t like Matt was bringing anyone home because the vague text messages had stopped. Maybe his buddy was scared off by the ex across the way.
Going through the garage, Wes noticed Matt’s bike with the cover on it. Again this meant his buddy must be home. Throwing his bag of tools up on the work bench, Wes’s first stop was the fridge as he entered the kitchen. Looking at their supplies they had food but a beer run would be needed sometime in the future. “Buddy! Thought ya’ll was gonna restock us,” Wes called from the kitchen pulling out two of the last remaining four beers in the door. Twisting off the cap of his, he took a swig and kicked off his boots by the kitchen archway. Looking out, that’s when he noticed that everything smelt… clean. And all their piles of pizza boxes, trash, clothes, and other shit was out of sight. “Ho-ly-shit,” West said giving a little whistle at their place. If it wasn’t for the milk crates with a piece of plywood posing as a coffee table and the couch with some duck tape keeping the stuffing from coming out of one arm, their place would actually look nice. “Didja hire someone or is this one of ‘em OCD spells?”
Matt didn’t even look up. And so Wes rolled his eyes, grabbed the remote from the end table and took his spot in his chair turning the tv up and switching the channel. It was obvious his roommate and best buddy wasn’t even watching. “Ya know… ya cook… ya clean… if you were jus’ a bit more pretty and the state of Indiana allowed it… I might jus’ marry ya Matt-eh.” Again no reaction, so Wes moved the papers that Matt had littered and covered their coffee table with. Figuring it was just Matt grading, Wes kind of ignored that his friend was frantically scribbling. That summer school student must really suck with the novel that Matt seemed to be writing. Noticing that the beer he had placed in front of Matt still hadn’t been opened, he lifted a brow before turning back to the tv to listen to NFL reports on the new season and the draft picks, and then there was baseball which really wasn’t that interesting except if he was playing it.
Two commercial breaks later Matt hadn’t even said hello and the unopened bottle was covered in condensation. “Alright, what the hell are ya doin’ over there? I get ya’ll need some money what with the lawyer and all that shit but yer gonna work yerself into a hole over there. Why don’t ya keep the books fer the garage? Jus’ lost my accountant and hell if I know what I’m doin’.” Picking up one of the pieces of paper, Wes took a look at it seeing more math than anyone person should be doing. It obviously wasn’t homework from some kid as it was all in Matt’s handwriting and it wasn’t neat and orderly. Part of it looked like a timeline, other parts of it looked like notes someone took from an English story trying to decipher events. “What is this shit?” Wes asked throwing the paper back on the other loose ones while Matt had that studious glance to the legal pad that he had in his hands. “You aren’t goin’ crazy on me are ya?”