An Average Guy Ch. 03

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Sorry about the delay guys, a hardware malfunction fucked this one up for me. Thanks for sticking with me. As ever, your constructive comments are all appreciated. Please go back and read chapter 1 and 2 if you haven’t already done so.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock.

Rolling over, I noticed it was 5AM.

Then the usual ache hit my stomach, almost doubling me over.

I’d been getting this for a long while, and I knew it was all psychological. Ever since Alice had left, I had been in a state of constant pain. It decreased to a dull ache as the day progressed, but as soon as I arrived home, it became much, much more.

I groaned and pulled on a faded pair of jeans.

My company had moved into construction since this time last year, and I was heading up a new project for a local swimming pool. Naturally it wouldn’t be open air in Forks, so we were also handling the building around it.

I’d started as a one-man band, and I now employed over 250 people. I had a small army of pencil pushers to handle paperwork, but a lot of my time was now spent in an office. I despised it, but it came with the job.

I was brought back into the present by a craving for coffee. I practically lived off the stuff, so it was only natural I should need a cup now.

I downed my coffee and hit the road. It wasn’t too far to my office, and I wanted to be on site by around 8 O’clock. I had a mountain of forms to fill about general shit, so I figured now was as good a time as any. —

I didn’t really relish the paperwork idea, so I decided to grab a coffee before I went to the office. I decided on the Forks Coffee Shop. It was the only place that served coffee strong enough to sink a battleship.

I got seated at a booth, and pulled out my laptop. Whilst I had no internet, I did have a spreadsheet that wanted finishing.

As I waited for the laptop to load, I glanced around. A flash of red caught my eye.

I looked towards it. A decidedly unhappy redhead sat at a table, staring into her cup. It was the same color as Alice’s, I noticed idly. Then I looked closer. As I looked, she pulled out a laptop computer and started tapping away.

It was Alice.

I grabbed my stuff and made for the door.

She didn’t look up.

I reached my office building. Our employees weren’t based out of here, we had a separate unit for them, which housed parts and suchlike.

The office building wasn’t exactly huge, but it had space for over 150 people. My company only occupied two floors of the five floor building, and we leased the other three floors to other companies.

I entered my office and flipped the light switch, noting with displeasure that the stack of paper on my desk was double the size it was the day before. As if I wasn’t upset enough.

I let out a sigh of frustration and sat heavily in my chair.

Why was she here? What did she want? Hadn’t she hurt me enough?

Oh well, duty calls.

I turned on my PC.

Turning to the stack of paper, I signed three or four of the documents. They were just general crap about vehicle maintenance or something.

“You have mail.” My PC announced.

I turned to the brightly lit LCD and tapped in my password.

It brought up six emails.

Inbox:

Mark Derry – Subject: Cement mixer.

Michael Pall – Subject: Meeting.

Ford Commercial – Subject: Your truck is due for service.

United Rentals – Subject: Excavator hire.

United Rentals – Subject: Generator Hire.

Alice Fort – Subject: I love you.

I did a double take.

I clicked on the email from Mark Derry.

I’m joking of course, which do you think I clicked on?

Alice Fort: sent 6:13AM

Mike,

I’m so sorry you had to see that a few weeks ago. I didn’t know you’d be calling around or anything. I thought you’d moved on to your own little way of life and had forgotten about me. I think about you all the time, but life with Jay is perfect. Let me know how you’re doing.

Your sister; Alice.

What the fuck was she on? She honestly thought that I’d moved on? Had Lewis told her nothing?

That was a very good question though. What had Lewis told her? I mean, I hadn’t stuck around after I saw her. I just left and got poker oyna on the next plane home.

I decided to call him.

“Hello?”Lewis’ voice crackled down the phone.

“Hey bro.” I tossed back.

“Listen man, I’m real sorry you had to see what you saw.” Lewis immediately stated.

“Yeah, whatever. Didn’t you tell her I was trying my best to track her down?” I asked.

“…no. I… I figured it was better that you both moved on. It ain’t right man. It’s like me and Beck getting together.” He justified.

“Well, to be honest I wouldn’t have lied to her.” I countered.

“I’m gonna have to go. I’ll call you later, okay?” Lewis tossed down the phone.

“Whatever.” I spat, closing the phone. Fucker.

I didn’t know whether to reply to the email or not, so I just left it alone and carried on with the stack of paperwork.

Once I’d done that, stomach churning, I decided to reply to the email and gave her my number.

I was sure I’d made about a thousand errors due to my mental state.

Only three minutes later I got the phone call.

“Hey.” She said breathlessly. “I didn’t expect you to reply, to be honest. Listen, you wanna meet for lunch or something? I need my brother at my wedding.”

Callous bitch.

“Do you think that’s appropriate? Really?”

“Of course. You’re my brother. You have to be happy for me.”

“I’m more like the ex that didn’t get told he was the ex until he saw you with another guy.” I said venomously.

“…look, do you want to meet or not?” She asked impatiently.

“I still live in Forks.” I told her, seeing if she’d admit to being here.

“I’m there now, dummie. Meet me at the Forks Coffee Shop. It’s on South Forks Ave.”

Why was she here? What did she really care? I knew I’d have to find out.

“I know where it is Alice.” I replied.

I headed over there, hoping to get there before she did. It was not to be. She was already sat down by the time I got there.

I walked in and sat in opposite her in the booth.

Once again I was taken aback by her beauty. She was wearing black fitted suit pants and a light blue blouse. Her long hair was still dyed red and it was shoulder length.

“Where’s our child?” I asked.

“With Mom. I had to work.” She explaned.

“Name? Boy or Girl?”

“Alex. Girl.” She replied.

“So, you’re getting married, huh?” I asked.

“Yup, next week.” She took a sip of her coffee. “I thought you were dead. Mom and Dad said you were, and I couldn’t find you again. I went back to your apartment, and there were new people there.”

She shrugged, taking another delicate sip of her coffee with her luscious lips. I wanted to kiss her immediately. Whilst I was still deeply in love with her, I held back. I didn’t think it was right to be kissing a woman that was getting married. Well, look at me. It doesn’t matter that she’s my sister, but whoa; she’s taken!

It almost made me laugh right there and then.

“How are dear old Mom and Dad?” I asked scathingly.

“They’re… actually, they’re not doing great. They miss their son. Could you…?” She started to ask before I cut her off.

“I don’t really give a damn to be honest. I wasn’t Bob’s son when everything wasn’t to his liking, so why should he be able to pick and choose?”

“He feels really bad… I don’t know. He was angry Mike! Angry and confused! What can you expect? He’d just found out that his son and daughter had been having a forbidden relationship! Don’t be a dick Mike.” Her perfect face flushed.

I’d had enough. As much as I wanted to stay here with her, I couldn’t when all she would do was defend out parents, the same parents that had practically disowned me.

I got up quickly and said “When you’re willing to talk and be reasonable, here’s my number, just in case you didn’t save it.” I slid a piece of paper across the desk toward her.

I left without another word and slid into my Firebird. I’d kept it and used it occasionally.

I slid “Back in Black” home.

Turning up the dial on the CD unit, I blasted out “What Do You Do For Money Honey.”

“Honey, what’d you do for money?” The stereo blared.

I hit the gas and drove out of the parking lot, burning rubber as I did so. I was doing canlı poker oyna 70MPH before I came to the first stop light, which was mercifully green. The next one, however, had turned red by the time I reached it.

Sighing, I slowed and drove home normally, if a little quickly.

It was a good two days before I heard anything from Alice.

They were like torture, again. Now I’d seen her, I knew that I had to have more of her. I was also more acutely aware that I couldn’t have her.

It was work as usual on Friday morning. Today we were putting the roof supports in place, and then laying the roof tiles if there was time. I knew the roof would be finished by Monday night, even if we had a full weekend at home. To be honest, they didn’t need me there anymore, but I went because I enjoyed being there. I preferred being with the boys to being behind a desk because you can have a laugh and a joke with the people, the desk just reminded you how constrained you were.

By Friday night we had laid almost half of the roof. We were almost a month ahead of schedule, which surprised me. Such a margin was a big thing. Nothing had gone wrong since the word go. Because I employed only my own people, there were no missing contractors. There were also no delays as regards to the supplies.

I gave the whole crew Saturday morning off, where they would normally have been working, and told them if we got the roof finished on Monday we were all taking next week off. They were naturally impressed with this one.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked at the caller I.D and answered immediately.

“Hey.” I greeted.

“Hey to you too.” Alice breathed. “Can we meet up?”

“You’re still here?” I was shocked.

“Yeah. Same place as last time?” She asked.

“Sure.” I said, hanging up the phone.

Once again I found myself rushing to meet her. Like I said, I still loved her.

She was, once again, already seated in the booth when I got there. She was sipping delicately on a cup, but this time it was a cappuccino.

I sat across from her and reclined. I was still in my work clothes, dirty and exhausted. I ordered a coffee from the matronly waitress and looked at Alice.

She actually looked tired. It was shocking to me. Through all the time I’d known Alice, she’d always been exhilarated with life. It was like all of the fight had gone out of her.

“You look tired. Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.

“I am tired. I haven’t been getting much sleep.” She confessed.

“Howcome? Surely your nerves aren’t becoming that much.” I laughed. I took a deep drink of my coffee, and she took a sip of hers.

“No, it’s not that. It’s… Look, I want you to be at my wedding. You’re my brother.” She rushed through it.

“Sure, that’s fine.” I responded.

“Really? Just like that?” She asked, shocked.

“Just like that.”

She didn’t know how to react.

“Well… wow. I was expecting you to fight against it.” Relief won out.

“But there is one condition.” I warned her.

“Yes?” She was nervous again.

“I get to take my dear sister to dinner.” I grinned.

“Of course, I’d expect nothing less.” She laughed.

I drank the last of my coffee, and stood up.

“Come see me this afternoon. Here’s my address. Oh, and when are we going back to Cali? I know a good restaurant.”

“Tomorrow.” She confessed.

“Deal. Like I said, come see me.” I slid the note with my address over the desk.

I hit the road and got back to the site. They were just laying the last two rows of tiles, so I told them we start again next Monday. There were no rewards for finishing early, so I didn’t really care.

I was taking her to dinner because I had accepted I couldn’t have her. So I’d decided to let this other guy make her happy.

I went home and grabbed a shower. Once I was clean, I shaved off the three day stubble I had accumulated.

I then dressed in casual slacks and a sleeveless tank top.

Alice called round about half five.

I had packed my bag, and I invited her to stay with me for the night.

To my surprise she readily agreed. She had left her bags in the motel, so she asked if we could go pick them up.

I internet casino put her in my Firebird and drove it like I used to.

We arrived at the motel and put her bags in the car. We cruised back home, just talking about everything and nothing. I didn’t want to know how everyone was doing; as far as I was concerned they could all go to hell.

Since I was taking her to dinner when we got to California, I decided against taking her out.

There was some random chick flick on cable, so Alice wanted to watch that.

I uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses.

I gave her one and we relaxed on the sofa. Alice had changed into her PJ’s. Well, I say PJ’s. They were really just a pair of track pants and a tank top, but she slept in them. She occupied one end of the sofa, me the other.

It was close, but not too close. It just reminded me of how I couldn’t have her.

She amazed me at just how beautiful she could look, even when she was just casually wearing a pair of track pants. I tried to focus on the movie.

When we’d emptied two bottles of wine or so, I felt a hell of a lot more relaxed. I was actually starting to enjoy the movie, which was a first for me.

Alice had shuffled over to me, and was now snuggled up against the right side of my body. She felt good, but I wasn’t about to take any chances with her. I still remembered just how cut up I’d been before.

Hell, it still hurt now.

I awoke and looked at the clock on the fireplace. With a shock, I noted it was almost 10AM. We’d managed to fall asleep even with the TV on in the background, and slept through the night. I gently shook Alice awake, and she blinked in the light.

“Hnnnphhhhhhhh.” She groaned, stretching.

“Could it be that you’ve lost your passion for the morning?” I joked.

“Me? Never.” She replied, grinning.

And just to prove it, she jumped up and bounced into the kitchen. I laughed and followed. By the time I got there she was already making coffee, so I made myself useful by going away. I went upstairs and shaved my head, then my stubble. Then I dived quickly into the shower and then went into my bedroom.

I had decided long ago that my gelled hair was not the way forward in a dirty job, and I had then proceeded to shave it down to my scalp. It actually suited me now I’d put on a serious amount of muscle.

I dressed in a black dress shirt and black pants. Next to come were the Armani shoes, and watch. A dab of after shave, and I was set.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, snagging the still hot mug of coffee from the side, and drinking deeply.

Alice looked up at me, and almost did a double take.

“You know, I didn’t think it was possible for you to look any better than you did years ago, yet you continue to surprise me.” She remarked.

“I can scrub up well, I just have no reason to.”

“Are you saying you have a reason to now?” She asked, with a small smile on her face.

“Of course, it wouldn’t do for someone of your looks to be walking around with a shabbily dressed man.”

She laughed and mentioned something about the shower.

My eyes followed her perfect rear end as they walked from the kitchen.

She came down around an hour later, perfectly made up, and hair curled. She was wearing black striped suit pants and a red blouse.

“We maybe, kind of, need to go.” She avoided my eyes.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, Mom and Dad found out that you were coming and hit the roof. They told me I wasn’t allowed to bring you, so we need to get on the plane now.”

“Why does that matter?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I’d just feel better if we were going.”

I grabbed our bags and threw them into my truck.

I knew a lot was about to be confronted, and perhaps changed even more drastically than before. It could be irrevocable. But I was ready.

Once again, I’m sorry for the wait, thank you very much.

I know this story is taking a long time to develop, but I can guarantee chapter 4 will be worth it.

In case you want to know why this Chapter took the absolute piss to get out, my computer committed suicide, and I lost all my files. Unfortunately, my priorities were to recover/ recreate the necessary files before even thinking about pleasure. Thank you.

As ever, your comments are appreciated.

Also, thankyou to everyone who sent me feedback. You know who you are.

T.

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