Art tilted his head to the side as she muttered something about cheer leading. "My, my. Somethings don't change." He teased, a smirk sliding across his lips. "Still a cheerleader? Should I be expecting to be left alone at night again?" As soon as the words fell out of his mouth, he regretted them, biting his bottom lip and tugging on a clean, pressed shirt.<br/>He turned away from her before he saw her expression. He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed his meds, popping a pill in his mouth and swallowing it without water. Risking a slap, he quickly leaned over and gave Cyn a quick kiss on the part in her hair. He left the room and grabbed his snapback, carefully locked the door and rested his head against the heavy oak. After a second, he turned away as a car pulled up to the curb and Alex jumped out of the drivers seat.<br/>"Hey. Why are you resting on your door? Are you okay?" His tone was a little worried, Art had told him all the problems that had developed from his past.<br/>Looking up, he looked at Alex like he couldn't be real, as if he's a mirage. "My best friend from way long ago, is in my bed. I moved to get away from memories, but they followed me."<br/>Alex grabbed his arm and looked Art in the eyes, trying to gage what was happening inside his mind. As always, his eyes were shadowed and his mind was the endless made it always was.<br/>"Come on. Let's get to work so you can come back and figure this all out." He said, gently tugging Art toward the car, opening the door and walking to the other side and climbing in.<br/>As they drove away, Art looked back and muttered, "She was always the best friend I ever had."<br/>*a work shift later 10 am 10 hour shift*<br/>Art walked out of the building, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. Alex pulled up, but he waved him away, wanting the fresh air and a walk to clear his mind.<br/>He hadn't slept at all in a long while and though his body was used to not sleeping but he was not used to the emotions that Cyn brought back into his life with her.<br/>His thoughts puzzled him. His mind was happy she was back, ever the easiest to win over. His heart held back, not as easy as his mind. She had hurt him more times then he could count, yet he didn't care. His mind was excited that he was back.<br/>He paused his thoughts, surprised as he reached out to unlock his front door. He hadn't even realized he was home. Unlocking the door, he called out to Cyn. He waited for a reply, grabbing a soda and kicking off his shoes by the door.<br/>Compared to most guys places, his place was clean. Not much in there, no clutter, he had left his life behind. No reminders of the past, this was supposed to be his new start.<br/>He sighed. Nudging the door open with his foot he peeked around the door and whispered for Cyn.<br/><br/>Sent from my Event using Tapatalk