The Caregiver (roninc30 and Diego)
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				Title: <strong>The Caregiver (roninc30 and Diego)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diego</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 03:25:38</strong>
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				That wasn't the way Ryan was used to waking up. He jumped right out of bed, fully aware of how late he was: over an hour, if the watch he kept by his bed was anything to go by. In his white briefs only, he couldn't resist to gaze at the mirror for a while, despite the timing not being the best. He was a narcissist alright, and had no trouble with admitting it so, but who wouldn't in his place? Every inch of his carefully developed figure looked pretty close to perfect.&nbsp; His smooth, tanned skin was a sign of how devoted to his own body he really was: there were no marks, not even the minimally visible ones, in sight. He raised one of his thick eyebrows in a theatrical manner, smiling at his own reflection and contemplating his soft, still somewhat boyish features. It was more of a posing and rehearsing his default social posture thing than being actually spontaneous. He then threw a fake punch in the air, and proceeded to take a quick shower. There was no time to waste anymore. <br><br>He was going to Sharon's house. That was her girlfriend, or at least, something like that. They had a funny relationship, those two. In a nutshell, he made her look good with his spellbinding charms and great looks, and in return could do anything he saw fit, really as simple as that. He could count on his left hand how many of his peers would have their respective girlfriends being okay with them staying up drinking until five on a Friday night, for example. And yet there he was, jumping right into his Porsche, 10 AM on Saturday, with a slight hangover. He stepped on the accelerator as if his life depended on it, like he usually did. Speed was essential in a guy like him's life, as was having a convertible car. His light brown hair blew in the wind, as did the red, loose basketball tank top he was wearing. <br><br>Sharon was having a few friends for the weekend at her beach house. He enjoyed those meetings, more because he was a people's person than for the actual company of her friends, which he frankly really didn't mind much. He could always take the opportunity to do some surfing, something he welcomed any day, even though it was quite a windy, cold morning. Too bad it was a given that nobody would join him at the water, though. No, he definitely wasn't driving 50 miles for the company. <br><br>The breaks resonated throughout the entire street. That very thought reminded him of something he had forgotten. A ride, yes. He was supposed to pick one of Sharon's friends up. It really wasn't very bright of her to ask him that over the phone, while he was getting hammered that night. He just couldn't remember who he was supposed to give a ride to, so he ended up picking up his phone. He grimaced a little bit, as he dialed his girlfriend's number. Maybe he could get something for the headache on the way. <br><br>"Uh... hey babe, yeah... I know, overslept a little. Oh, come on, I'm not even that late, chill out will ya? Listen... who am I picking up again?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Caregiver (roninc30 and Diego)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>roninc30</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 16:43:48</strong>
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				Jared looked at his watch again and cursed under his breath.&nbsp; He should have known better than to let Sharon make the arrangements, but since his car was in the shop, he'd had little choice.&nbsp; He had a fairly good job at the hospital as one of their few male nurses, but having the entire transmission replaced was costing a good chunk of change, so he'd decided to enjoy the weekend and get his car paid for with his next paycheck.&nbsp; The one he'd just cashed from yesterday was going toward the weekend at Sharon's beach house.<br><br>Sharon, bless her heart, had been visiting her grandmother at the hospital where Jared worked and they'd become fast friends.&nbsp; She'd asked him to join her and some of her friends for the weekend and as he hadn't had the time or money to do anything really fun for the past few weeks, he nearly jumped at the chance.<br><br>He was beginning to think it wasn't going to happen though, as her current boyfriend, whoever he was, was over an hour late.&nbsp; He threw his duffel over his shoulder and paced back and forth in front of the hospital's visitor's area.&nbsp; Ten more minutes.&nbsp; He'd wait that long, then see if he couldn't convince one of his collegues to give him a ride home.&nbsp; Everyone pretty much liked Jared - he was easy to work with, friendly, and was the only guy that worked on the main floor that didn't try to feel the nurses up, so he was pretty sure someone would feel sorry for him and offer to take him to his little apartment downtown.<br><br>But, damn, he'd wanted this weekend away.&nbsp; He'd needed it.&nbsp; He liked his job, but he'd only been working at the hospital for a few months and already they were doing cut backs.&nbsp; The latest hires were usually the first to go, so he had a bad feeling that he should probably be job hunting, rather than partying for the weekend, but hey...he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.<br><br>"Dammit, where is this boyfriend?" he muttered, pulling out his phone to call Sharon and ask her what was going on.&nbsp; Of course, the battery was dead.&nbsp; He'd forgotten to charge the damn thing.<br><br>He looked at his watch again and continued pacing.&nbsp; <br><br>Five more minutes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Caregiver (roninc30 and Diego)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diego</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 00:21:32</strong>
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				Sharon successfully convincing him to deviate a good 10 miles from his path all the way to the hospital, still baffled him quite a bit. It's not like he was inconsiderate, but the guy he was supposed to pick up should definitely not be there anymore. He tried to reason with her more than once, of course: "Come on, dude's probably sleeping it off at home, that's why he can't pick up his cellphone"; and quite frankly, the sheer thought of him drooling on his pillow by now, a situation Ryan himself wished he could be in, just made trying to find a place to park in front of the visitor's area feel sillier. He wouldn't take long, that's for sure. A hangover on a Saturday morning did not exactly make one feel like a social butterfly, especially towards complete strangers. Plus, he always felt a little bit defensive when people he didn't know well enough got into his car. <br><br>He could swear the loud screech he heard as he tried to adjust his convertible between a beat-up, twenty years old or so Paseo and -GASP!- a Ford Pinto made his heart stop for a few nanoseconds. He jumped right out of the car pretty much instantaneously as he turned off the engine, and saw what he dreaded so much. It was tiny scratch, but a scratch nonetheless, tarnishing the bright red paint. Ryan couldn't help but curse outloud: a three months old car, one that still looked pretty much immaculate, now with a scratch right above the bumper. And all that for a guy his girlfriend barely knew, and probably wasn't even there to begin with. <br><br>Still, the damage was done. He tried to recall the brief physical description Sharon gave to him, and check it out. He couldn't help but think he should have just lied to her, and indulged in a good 30 minutes pit stop for a few beers instead of driving all the way there. Yes, early morning beers, that should probably help him with that goddamn headache. Why didn't he do that? Was he suddenly feeling guilty of being up all night without her? Or could it be that a complete stranger managed to help her more when her grandmother was in the hospital than him? Okay, so he wasn't getting boyfriend of the year award, but he wasn't that bad either; he even borrowed her some money a few weeks ago. Borrowing money in this hard times, that's a good and rare thing. <br><br>"Uh... hey man. Are you Jared?". It was a guy carrying a bag that looked more or less like what she said. Quite possibly the only one. He also seemed to be checking his watch. Could this really be him? Suddenly the idea of a buddy tagging along for the ride didn't seem that bad. It seemed much worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Caregiver (roninc30 and Diego)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>roninc30</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 06:07:04</strong>
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				If nothing else, Jared had quite an imagnation.&nbsp; Maybe Sharon was just teasing him.&nbsp; Flirting.&nbsp; Setting him up just to see how long he'd wait.&nbsp; Maybe she thought he was interested or...<br><br>When he heard his name, Jared looked up only to find a male model standing in front of him.&nbsp; Seriously.&nbsp; It didn't get any better than this.<br><br>He was speechless for a moment, then remembered how long he'd been waiting.&nbsp; <br><br>The man in front of him went from looking gorgeous to cocky.&nbsp; Really, really cocky.&nbsp; Like he was put out at having to come here in the first place.&nbsp; <br><br>Running a hand through his hair, Jared thought about how aggravated he really was.&nbsp; And how he'd wasted the better part of an hour just waiting.<br><br>"Dude, you were supposed to be here over an hour ago.&nbsp; I've been stranded, my cell's dead and I can't go back inside the hospital or they'll put me to work.&nbsp; Did you forget me or something...or change your mind?"&nbsp; He was on the verge of rambling.&nbsp; A lot.&nbsp; He always did that when he got nervous or mad - mainly because he was one of those people that wanted to please everyone all the time, and rather let anyone - especially this guy, who looked pissed already - know he was aggravated, he went off on a long and boring ramble.<br><br>Considing the man standing there had to spend the whole weekend around him, though, Jared held up one hand and shook his head.&nbsp; "Never mind.&nbsp; Doesn't matter.&nbsp; So are you here to pick me up or tell me the house is too full for me to come or something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Caregiver (roninc30 and Diego)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diego</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 19:23:27</strong>
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				Actually, saying the house was too full seemed like the perfect idea. This guy was already rambling on and on, and they hadn't even begun traveling yet. Ryan was already frowning by the time he decided&nbsp; to shrug off the discussion. Seriously, that's what you get for doing a goddamned favor? <br><br>"Are you done? I told Sharon we'd be there in 90 minutes", he said quite dryly, turning his backs to his new acquaintance and heading towards the car. Jared's attitude was not the only thing that bothered him. One thing Sharon missed about his appearance was the fact that he was a very attractive man. And given the fact that he was tagging along all by himself for the weekend was a quite a big sign that he was single, too. The idea of those two spending hours together... talking just made him feel a little bit possessive. It was <em>his</em> girlfriend, after all. <br><br>He opened the Porsche's door, still not bothering to check if his pal was coming along. He certainly wished the guy would just give up and take a bus home. Somehow, though, that seemed unlikely. Maybe it was the fact that he was persistent enough to stay put for a full hour. Yeah, dude probably didn't go out that much. <br><br>Then it hit him. <em>That</em> was the reason he had just driven all the way to the Hospital. He wanted to see what Jared really looked like. Had his girlfriend new male best friend been a fat, bald and greasy fella it would be a lot easier to sleep at night. Unfortunately, news weren't so bright after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Caregiver (roninc30 and Diego)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>roninc30</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 15:24:05</strong>
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				Jared stopped short and nearly had to bite his tongue to keep from saying what was on his mind....that <em>he</em> wasn't the reason they were running late, <em>he'd</em> been here on time - unlike some other people.<br><br>"I guess I'm ready then," he sighed, but didn't say anything else that was on his mind.&nbsp; He took a moment to appreciate the Porsche, set his duffel bag in the back seat, then got in.&nbsp; The care definitely fit its driver, he could see that immediately.&nbsp; Too bad this guy didn't have the Porsche's class...or Sharon's for that matter.&nbsp; She was a nice girl, and could obviously do a hell of a lot better than this guy in the personality department.&nbsp; He was handsome, Jared would concede to that, but he had the feeling the other man didn't like him already.<br><br>Not exactly a stellar start to the weekend...Which wouldn't have been as much of a problem if Jared hadn't been a bit attracted to him.<br><br>After he'd settled into the car, he tried to make conversation, though he was pretty sure Ryan wasn't in the mood.&nbsp; At this point, Jared really didn't give a damn.&nbsp; "So.&nbsp; How long have you and Sharon been together?"
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